At this moment, the hundreds of people from the Weng Family were all quietly standing in front of the Soul Snatching Battlefield.

Before them, besides the black fog, there was only a massive palace, giving off a feeling that was both mysterious and grand.

"The entrance to the Soul Snatching Battlefield is inside this palace,"

Weng Ting continued to explain.

"Even if the entrance opens, the Soul Snatching Battlefield is still shrouded in heavy fog. No one knows when the battlefield appeared, nor does anyone know what earth-shattering secrets are hidden inside."

"And every time it opens, only those at the Spiritual Battle Realm and below can enter; anyone above cannot get in."

"It's said that there was once a terrifying Holy Martial Stage expert who tried to explore inside but was still blocked."

At this point, Weng Ting paused slightly and lowered her voice, saying: "This means that the center of the Soul Snatching Battlefield could very well be the tomb of a Holy Martial Stage expert, and perhaps we might have a chance to obtain a great opportunity."

"With every Soul Snatching Battle, all the young people hope to gain this enormous chance."

"The Wunian Saint Sect has likely come here with the same thoughts."

As Weng Ting spoke, Zhang Duiyi and others gently clenched their fists, their eyes filled with anticipation.

Meanwhile, Sikong Jing thought of his Grandpa Su Old Demon. This Soul Snatching Battlefield was similar to the Beiheng Sword Formation. Before Su Grandpa's death, he formed a Sword Array and laid down a prohibition, preventing those beyond the Spirit Martial Stage from entering…

It's very likely that within the Soul Snatching Battlefield, there was once someone similar to Grandpa Su.

Seeing the expectant eyes of everyone, Weng Ting chuckled lightly: "Of course, this is just an illusory thought. For thousands of years, no one has ever obtained this opportunity. Our goal remains the Emperor Martial Stage Spirit Shadow."

Hearing this, Zhang Duiyi and others secretly sighed. If the opportunity were indeed so attainable, the various holy sites and mountains of the Central Plains would have long taken over the Soul Snatching Battlefield, instead of leaving it to the East Spirit City to handle alone.

"Time is almost up; let's enter the palace," Weng Ting said softly.

And the expressions of everyone became slightly solemn.

Because inside this palace are the leaders of all the major powers of East Spirit City, including the old monster of the Wunian Saint Sect.

This is what they must face before the Soul Snatching Battle begins.

Yet everyone stepped in without hesitation, and indeed, as they expected, the palace was already filled with people.

A white palanquin suddenly appeared, positioned right in front of the deepest wall of the palace, and seated in front of it was that old monster of the Wunian Saint Sect.

Beside him stood a delicate young man named Xiaoshi.

The four female palanquin carriers stood to their sides, each expressionless, as cold as ice.

At the same time, Sikong Jing clearly saw that everyone in the venue from East Spirit City was almost centered around the old monster of the Wunian Saint Sect.

Surrounding him were the four major forces of East Spirit City.

East Spirit City has five major powers, and now four were around the old monster, adding the Weng Family as the fifth.

At this moment, Weng Ting slightly pressed down the bamboo hat on her head and said, "The people behind the old monster are from Mochen Courtyard…"

At this point, including Sikong Jing and Hua Meixi, the four external reinforcements from the East Dominator Branch were all dressed in the attire of the Weng Family.

They were all in black clothes, wearing bamboo hats.

Strangely enough, after putting on this attire, the five of them had a unique air.

Responding, Sikong Jing looked through his bamboo hat towards the back of the old monster, seeing the people of Mochen Courtyard each donning a green robe, looking ethereal, but their eyes towards the old monster were full of flattery.

When they looked at the people around them, their eyes were high and mighty, as if assuming the stance of a victor.

Clearly, with Wunian Saint Sect as their external reinforcement, the people of Mochen Courtyard already felt they were bound to win the Soul Snatching Battle.

"The closest to the old monster now is the City Lord's force, the Zhengling Sect," Weng Ting continued.

The so-called Zhengling Sect was the one that captured the Emperor Martial Stage Spirit Shadow in the Soul Snatching Battle ten years ago, and thus became the East Spirit City Lord.

However, now their lordly demeanor is entirely gone, suppressed by the old monster.

"On the other side is the Refining Copper Manor, with strength similar to our Weng Family. Their external aid comes from the disciples of Refining Copper Mountain, which is three thousand miles away from East Spirit City, a Middle Rank Emperor Grade power."

"Refining Copper Manor is essentially a branch of Refining Copper Mountain, and their external aid has always been the disciples of Refining Copper Mountain for thousands of years."

"Lastly, Han Nu Mountain needs no further explanation."

As Weng Ting's last words fell, everyone turned to Han Nu Mountain, where Pei Fenyi was standing at the forefront.

She still carried the demeanor of invincibility, high and aloof…

Besides these five major powers, there were also many small and medium forces from East Spirit City here, but they did not have as many spots to participate in the Soul Snatching Battle as the five major forces did.

The participation of the five major forces each consists of five hundred family members plus five external reinforcements.

The others divide their numbers based on the size and strength of their power, which Sikong Jing couldn't be bothered to understand. In short, each Soul Snatching Battle usually involved about ten thousand participants, resulting in countless casualties.

Once inside the Soul Snatching Battlefield, the outside experts cannot see anything, so once inside, it's… kill, kill, kill!

As long as they kill more, no one will compete with them for the Emperor Martial Stage Spirit Shadow.

As Sikong Jing and the five hundred young members of the Weng Family observed, all eyes in the palace fell upon them as soon as they stepped inside, and the terrifying pressure nearly suffocated everyone.

Yet, as they say, Sikong Jing is least afraid of pressure.

Thus, his steps were steady as he moved forward.

With his rhythm, Weng Ting and others slightly calmed their hearts and advanced, but now their gazes towards Sikong Jing had changed.

Zhang Duiyin couldn't help but murmur, "Junior Brother Sikong, aren't you afraid of pressure?"

Under the bamboo hat, Sikong Jing softly replied, "As long as one's heart is large, there's nothing to fear."

This made Zhang Duiyin and others speechless. It's probably not a large heart but that his Daoist Heart is as solid as a rock.

As they were calmly stepping forward, an old woman behind the old monster finally broke the silence and said, "Weng Family, why are you all young children here, where is Weng Yinko the Weng Family Master?"

This old woman was the Institute Master of Mochen Courtyard, and her voice was full of mockery.

Saying this, she looked at the old monster before her. Through him, she had long known that Weng Yinko had already died.

It was precisely because the old monster patted him twice on the shoulder, and he died.

Hearing this, Weng Ting paused slightly and replied in a low voice, "Lord Chen, my grandfather is not well and needs rest."

Of course, she wouldn't say that Weng Yinko couldn't appear or deliberately mention that her grandfather had died; she merely brushed over it lightly, as their goal was simply to enter the Soul Snatching Battlefield smoothly.

"I see, then I must visit the Weng Family to see the Weng Family Master when I have the time," the old woman's tone was full of ridicule.

Weng Ting calmly replied, "I also hope Institute Master will go see him soon."

Upon hearing this, the smile on the old woman's face instantly froze.

Damn, Weng Yinko is already dead, and this Weng Ting still says she hopes I go see him soon. Isn't that cursing me to die?

This little brat really needs a beating…

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