Chapter 1993: Fire Wors.h.i.+p Sect’s First Silver Flame Elder

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Yang Wen who was in the lead entered the Palace of Death first followed by Duan Ling Tian.

After they entered the Palace Of Death, Duan Ling Tian saw an arena in the distance.

The arena was huge. Apart from where Duan Ling Tian was standing, the remaining areas were all seats for spectators in forms of steps. At this moment, it was completely vacant.

One could faintly see dried blood stains on the arena. It was obvious it was from previous Death Duels.

“This is the Death Arena?” Duan Ling Tian narrowed his eyes.

The Death Arena was the venue the Palace Of Death provided for Fire Wors.h.i.+p Sect’s Saint Land disciples who had signed the Death Pact. Once they stepped into the arena, one of them was destined to die,

“Both of you want to sign a Death Pact?” A voice rang in Duan Ling Tian and Yang Wen’s ears when both of them were staring at the arena.

The hoa.r.s.e voice seemed as though it came from far away, but in just a blink of an eye, it sounded right by their ears.

Duan Ling Tian and Yang Wen instantly regained their senses and saw an old man had appeared next to them.

The old man was skinny and had an ordinary appearance. He was wearing the exclusive uniform of a Silver Flame Elder.

‘The custodian of the Palace Of Death?’ During Duan Ling Tian’s journey here, he had learned a little about the Palace of Death from the many Saint Land disciples. He knew there were one Silver Flame Elder and three Bronze Flame Elders in the Palace of Death. The only Silver Flame Elder was also the custodian of the Palace of Death.

The custodian of the Palace of Death was called Nie Zui. A First Silver Flame Elder that was widely acknowledged in the Fire Wors.h.i.+p Sect.

If Li An was the First Silver Flame Elder in the Four Symbols Sanctums’ Black Turtle Sanctum, then Nie Zui was the First Silver Flame Elder in the Fire Wors.h.i.+p Sect!

‘This is the custodian of the Palace Of Death? The powerhouse who’s ranked in the top 100 on the Supreme Saint Ranking?” Duan Ling Tian was surprised when he saw this inconspicuous-looking old man.

During Duan Ling Tian’s journey here, the Saint Land disciples did not forget to mention the custodian of the Palace of Death. For this reason, apart from knowing he’s the custodian of the Palace of Death, he also knew he was a powerhouse ranked at the 78th place on the Supreme Saint Ranking!

Rumor had it that only two people among all the Silver Flame Elders in the Fire Wors.h.i.+p Sect were ranked in the top 100 of the Supreme Saint Ranking.

Nie Zui was ranked at the 78th place on the Supreme Saint Ranking while the other Silver Flame Elder was ranked at the 99th place on the Supreme Saint Ranking was far inferior compared to Nie Zui,

“I’m true disciple Yang Wen. Good day, Elder Nie Zui!” Yang Wen greeted the old man and bowed respectfully while Duan Ling Tian was lost in his thoughts about Nie Zui.

Although Yang Wen was arrogant, he still bowed before Elder Nie Zui.

“I’m Duan Ling Tian. Good day, Elder Nie Zui,” Duan Ling Tian greeted the old man as well as soon as Yang Wen’s voice caused him to regain his senses.

Duan Ling Tian noticed the old man was studying him and Yang Wen calmly. Although he was just looking at them, it pressured them immensely on a spiritual level.

“Did both of you come here to sign the Death Pact to engage in a Death Duel?” The old man finally asked them.

He was the custodian of the Palace Of Death after all. Naturally, he knew Saint Land disciples would not come looking for him unless they planned to engage in a Death Duel.

If Duan Ling Tian said yes now but changed his mind later even though the custodian of the Death Palace would not force him if he changed his mind, he would still teach Duan Ling Tian a lesson.

This was because that kind of conduct was equivalent to making a mockery out of the custodian of the Palace of Death and tarnis.h.i.+ng its sanct.i.ty. It was not wrong for the custodian of the Palace of Death to teach Duan Ling Tian a lesson.

The Saint Land Enforcement Hall would not take any actions as well as long as Duan Ling Tian did not die and was not crippled.

“Yes,” Duan Ling Tian replied without any hesitation. When he saw Yang Wen did not reply but had turned to look at him instead, he could guess what Yang Wen was thinking.

Duan Ling Tian’s reply caused Yang Wen’s expression to turn slightly grave before it was replaced with an expression of delight. It was obvious the delight came from what he perceived would be Duan Ling Tian’s misfortune since he did not think Duan Ling Tian would dare to sign the Death Pact.

“Follow me,” Nie Zui said as he walked to the side.

Duan Ling Tian and Yang Wen obediently followed after him.

Soon after, under Nie Zui’s instructions, one of the three Bronze Flame Elders from the Palace of Death took a Death Pact and a writing brush and a bowl of special ink out.

“Who’s going to sign first?” Nie Zui asked indifferently as he looked at Duan Ling Tian and Yang Wen.

Duan Ling Tian and Yang Wen looked at each other and answered almost simultaneously, “Him!”

“Hurmph!” Nie Zui snorted coldly when he saw how both of them seemed to be stalling for time. Then, he looked at Yang Wen and said indifferently, “When I asked if both of you are here to sign the Death Pact, you didn’t reply. For this reason, you’ll be the first to sign the Death Pact!”

Yang Wen did not expect he would land himself in such a situation just because he did not reply earlier.

He instantly recalled his younger brother’s, Yang Wu, death. A hint of dread rose in his heart. For this reason, he looked at Nie Zui and asked, “Elder Nie Zui, can you let him sign the Death Pact first? As long as he signs the Death Pact, I’ll definitely sign the Death Pact as well!”

“Yang Wen, you’re a true disciple. Don’t tell me you’re actually scared of an ordinary elite disciple like me?” Duan Ling Tian mocked Yang Wen as he laughed.

On the other hand, Nie Zui’s expression turned solemn immediately when he heard Yang Wen’s words.

Naturally, Duan Ling Tian would not sign the Death Pact first. What if Yang Wen changed his mind? He had come here today to kill Yang Wen after all.

This was not only because Yang Wen wanted to kill him. It was in parts because of Yang Wen’s father, Yang Chong, the fifth elder of the Northern Plethora Sect, had threatened him with the safety of his family and friends!

To Duan Ling Tian, when Yang Chong had threatened him using his family, he had regarded him as his mortal enemy. He would not rest until one of them was dead.

Since Yang Chong wanted to attack Duan Ling Tian’s family, he was going to kill Yang Chong’s son! He had already killed his youngest son, he was going to kill his eldest son as well!

‘Yang Chong, I’d really like to see the expression on your face when you find out I’ve killed your eldest son as well,’ Duan Ling Tian thought to himself.

When Yang Wen heard Duan Ling Tian’s words, his expression turned extremely grave as he glared at Duan Ling Tian.

“Yang Wen? You’re the son of Yang Chong, the fifth elder of the Northern Plethora Sect?” Nie Zui asked nonchalantly as he looked at Yang Wen.

“Yes,” Yang Wen answered politely and looked away from Duan Ling Tian.

“No matter what, your father’s a powerhouse ranked at the 146th place on the Supreme Saint Ranking! As his son, and as our Fire Wors.h.i.+p Sect’s true disciple, since you’ve already stepped into the Palace of Death, don’t tell me you’re afraid of signing the Death Pact first? If that’s the case, then get the h.e.l.l out of here now!” Nie Zui rebuked Yang Wen as an expression of anger appeared on his face. His voice was harsh when he spoke.

At the same time, the domineering aura that emitted from Nie Zui’s body shrouded Yang Wen, pressuring him until he paled.

Duan Ling Tian clicked his tongue as though he was watching a show. “I wonder if Yang Chong, the fifth elder of Northern Plethora Sect, will throw up three liters of blood in anger when he finds out that his eldest son gave up the chance to avenge his youngest son?”

As soon as Duan Ling Tian finished speaking, Yang Wen narrowed his eyes immediately.

On the other hand, Nie Zui looked at Duan Ling Tian with a hint of surprise in his eyes. “You’re Duan Ling Tian?”

Despite being in the Saint Land of the Fire Wors.h.i.+p Sect, Nie Zui had also heard of the news where Yang Wu, the youngest son of Yang Chong, the fifth elder of the Northern Plethora Sect, was killed by a Black Turtle Sanctum’s disciple called Duan Ling Tian. Moreover, he had also heard of various news regarding Duan Ling Tian after that.

He even knew that Duan Ling Tian had come to their Fire Wors.h.i.+p Sect’s Saint Land to be a disciple in advance for being able to successfully comprehend the Black Turtle Sanctum’s most treasured Divine Ability, the Black Turtle’s Barrier.

However, despite hearing news about Duan Ling Tian, he had not seen him before. Therefore, he did not recognize him when he saw him today.

“Yes,” Duan Ling Tian quickly responded to Nie Zui as he quickly erased the mocking expression on his face that was directed at Yang Wen.

At the moment when Nie Zui was about to say something to Duan Ling Tian, Yang Wen suddenly said, “I’ll sign!”

Then, Yang Wen stepped out. His eyes were bloodshot as he took the writing brush from the Palace Of Death’s Bronze Flame Elder before signing his name on the Death Pact with a few strokes of the brush.

Slap!

A light sound echoed in the air. Yang Wen’ had used his right hand to imprint his handprint with the special ink on the Death Pact.

After signing the Death Pact, Yang Wen turned to look at Duan Ling Tian as he said coldly, “Duan Ling Tian, if you don’t dare to sign the Death Pact, it means you’re making a fool out of Elder Nie Zui and tarnis.h.i.+ng the sanct.i.ty of the Palace Of Death!” Yang Wen said. His words clearly put Duan Ling Tian at odds with the Palace Of Death.

As soon as he finished speaking, apart from Nie Zui, the custodian of the Palace of Death, who remained calm, the other three Bronze Flame Elders were looking at Duan Ling Tian with an unfriendly expression.

Upon hearing Yang Wen’s words, Duan Ling Tian shrugged lazily and said, “You don’t have to worry about this.”