Chapter 583: Chaos

From Fan Yao's sudden attack to Zhao Ru being severely wounded and falling into the water, it happened almost instantaneously. Outside the Six-Color Lake, everyone — disciples from the Cangxuan Sect, the Hundred Flowers Immortal Palace, and other factions, except for the Sacred Palace disciples — was shocked by this scene.

They clearly hadn't expected that Fan Yao, who had previously been trying to win over the Hundred Flowers Immortal Palace, would suddenly launch such a lethal assault against them at this moment.

The shock lasted for a moment, then the eyes of the many female disciples from the Hundred Flowers Immortal Palace immediately flared with rage. Their cold gazes swiftly turned towards the Sacred Palace disciples.

“Despicable Sacred Palace!”

“Kill them! Avenge Senior Sister Zhao Ru!”

The female disciples of the Hundred Flowers Immortal Palace were clearly incensed by Fan Yao's actions. The next moment, they swarmed out, unleashing a barrage of Genesis Qi attacks upon the Sacred Palace side.

Upon seeing this, the Sacred Palace disciples did not panic. They immediately formed battle arrays to meet the assault, and chaos instantly erupted.

“What should we do?” Zhou Tai and Lu Yan also stared blankly at the scene. They had previously been wary of the Sacred Palace and the Hundred Flowers Immortal Palace uniting against them, but now these two sides were suddenly fighting each other.

Gu Hongyi thought for a moment and said, “Help the Hundred Flowers Immortal Palace, and attack the Sacred Palace.”

Since the current balance had been broken by Fan Yao, they were naturally willing to bring the Hundred Flowers Immortal Palace to their side. This way, at least in terms of numbers, they would gain an advantage on the battlefield.

Zhou Tai and Lu Yan nodded immediately upon hearing this.

“Senior Sisters and Junior Sisters of the Hundred Flowers Immortal Palace, we are here to help you!”

The next moment, the Cangxuan Sect disciples also shot forth, encircling the Sacred Palace disciples from another direction. However, Gu Hongyi maintained some composure and did not order the Cangxuan Sect disciples to get too close to the Hundred Flowers Immortal Palace, because if the Hundred Flowers Immortal Palace were to turn on them, they would be encircled.

Although such a possibility seemed small for now, they had to be prepared. Within the Profound Origin Heavenly Grotto, Gu Hongyi had truly witnessed the treachery of human hearts. Compared to the contained disputes within their sect, the ruthlessness here made those seem utterly pure.

Thus, outside the Six-Color Lake, war erupted, with three factions clashing.

The other teams that had arrived saw this and retreated, fearing they would be caught in the crossfire.

However, after seeing the Cangxuan Sect also join the battle, the leading Sacred Palace disciple suddenly looked towards the other teams in the distance behind them. He roared like thunder: “Any team willing to join the Sacred Palace will receive a Heaven-Building Divine Treasure from the treasure tree once this is done!”

This person was astute, knowing that with the Hundred Flowers Immortal Palace and the Cangxuan Sect united, they would be at a disadvantage. Therefore, he tried to incite other teams to join the battle. Although their impact wouldn't be significant, they could tie down opponents and alleviate pressure on the Sacred Palace.

As soon as he spoke, some teams in the rear immediately stirred, as the treasure tree in the Six-Color Lake was simply too appealing.

However, given the Sacred Palace's usual conduct, some teams, though tempted, still hesitated.

“The Sacred Palace swears by the name of our Palace Master!” the Sacred Palace leader declared, adding more fuel to the fire.

This time, a team finally couldn't hold back and rushed forward, joining the battle.

With the addition of these other forces, the area outside the Six-Color Lake became even more chaotic.

Despite the chaos outside, most gazes were constantly cast towards the Six-Color Lake itself. They knew very well that the lake was the true indicator; once a victor emerged among the three chief disciples inside, it would have a decisive impact on the battlefield outside.

Compared to the chaotic atmosphere outside the Six-Color Lake, the mood inside remained almost frozen and chilling.

Tang Xiaoyan's full chest gently rose and fell, her eyes a mix of anger and coldness, making her beautiful oval face appear somewhat grim. Her usual temperament was gentle, and this was the first time Zhou Yuan had seen her so enraged since they met.

“Fine! I, Tang Xiaoyan, have truly witnessed the tactics of your Sacred Palace today!” Tang Xiaoyan gritted her teeth, staring intensely at Fan Yao.

Fan Yao remained expressionless, stating blandly, “I repeatedly extended an olive branch, wishing to cooperate with you. But you, woman, lacked discernment. Since that's the case, don't blame me.”

Initially, he had indeed planned to draw in the Hundred Flowers Immortal Palace to eliminate the Cangxuan Sect first. However, he hadn't expected Tang Xiaoyan to be so wary of him. He knew that if things continued to drag on like this, the final outcome might truly be a three-way split of the opportunities here.

This was clearly unacceptable to him.

Therefore, since the Hundred Flowers Immortal Palace was unwilling to cooperate, he could only seek an opportunity to break this balance...

However, what somewhat frustrated Fan Yao was that he had originally intended to ambush Tang Xiaoyan. That woman Zhao Ru, with her large chest and small brain, was not a threat; once Tang Xiaoyan was dealt with, he had ways to ensure Zhao Ru wouldn't dare interfere.

But Fan Yao hadn't expected Tang Xiaoyan to be overly cautious, always maintaining a certain distance from him. This prevented him from acting, forcing him to ultimately choose Zhao Ru, who was less guarded against him.

There was no other way; this woman was too uncompromising; he had no choice but to strike.

And the final effect was quite good: even if Zhao Ru wasn't killed by his punch, she was likely incapacitated and couldn't pose any further threat to them.

The situation had now become three against two, but Fan Yao was no longer afraid.

As his thoughts churned, Tang Xiaoyan let out a cold laugh, scoffing, “Cooperate with you? With your greedy nature, Fan Yao, I'm afraid that once the Cangxuan Sect is out of the picture, it would be your turn to attack us, wouldn't it?”

Fan Yao neither confirmed nor denied, simply smiling, “There's no point in discussing that now, is there?”

Tang Xiaoyan's beautiful eyes fixed coldly on Fan Yao, filled with hatred. She then looked at Zhou Yuan, the coldness on her face receding slightly, and said, “Chief Zhou Yuan, Chief Jin Zhang, given this situation, can we finally join forces?”

Zhou Yuan also came to his senses at this moment, nodding gently, “I couldn't ask for more.”

Having an additional chief disciple's help was naturally a good thing for them.

Tang Xiaoyan stepped back slightly, joining Zhou Yuan and Jin Zhang.

Zhou Yuan looked at Fan Yao and smiled faintly, “You are indeed a ruthless character, but with two against three, your advantage doesn't seem significant, does it?”

Fan Yao's dark, ominous eyes turned to Zhou Yuan. He said, “Does one woman give you so much confidence?”

A contemptuous smirk formed on his lips.

“Very well, it's time to make you despair, pathetic fools...”

As his voice trailed off, he slapped the Cosmos Bag at his waist. A red light shot out, revealing a vertical, blood-red coffin beside him.

The coffin was covered in ancient, eerie, and sinister markings.

Fan Yao gently patted the coffin with his palm, causing the lid to tremble and slowly tilt open. As the lid fell, Zhou Yuan's eyes narrowed instantly, and Jin Zhang's expression changed dramatically.

Inside the coffin, a corpse stood silently. The body was covered in numerous blood-red patterns, its skin deathly pale and devoid of life.

Yet, from within it, dangerous and eerie fluctuations emanated.

Of course, what caused Jin Zhang's expression to change the most was that the corpse was none other than Ning Mo, whom Zhou Yuan had previously severely wounded!

Fan Yao offered a slight smile.

“Sacred Palace's Blood Saint Hall secret technique, Blood Corpse Art...”

“I invite you to witness its power.”