320: Chapter 320 Minotaur Altar

This altar was pitch black, shaped like a giant bull head several zhang high. Its eyes were wide open, fangs exposed, and its expression was hideous, as if it wanted to devour everything in the world. Its body was covered in dense black runes.

Liu Xinbing took a step forward, his gaze locked onto the Bull-Head Altar. His eyes were filled with excitement and greed: "Brother Wang, look! It's this Bull-Head Altar!"

"The box the Sect Head wants should be inside this altar."

Wang Cheng nodded slightly and said, "Act with caution. This altar looks simple, but there might be Restrictions and traps. Don't be careless, lest we fail in an easy task."

"What traps could this altar have?" Liu Xinbing said dismissively, flying directly into the altar.

Wang Cheng also hurriedly followed behind Liu Xinbing.

Soon after, the two arrived at the main entrance of the altar, which was hidden between the bull's fangs.

Liu Xinbing first checked the area and, finding no danger, nodded to Wang Cheng.

One after the other, the two slowly stepped through the Stone Door.

The moment they stepped through the Stone Door, both paused slightly. The scene before them was completely different from what they had expected.

The space inside the altar was not large, not as deep and vast as imagined. It was merely a palace of several hundred square meters. The walls of the palace were entirely pitch black, also covered in black runes. The runes emitted a dim light, casting flickering shadows across the palace. The air was filled with a faint spiritual glow and an ancient sacrificial Aura.

In the center of the palace, a massive Sacrificial Platform stood tall, made entirely of black rock and several zhang high.

On the Sacrificial Platform, four statues were arranged neatly in two facing pairs. Each statue took the form of the Yao Race, with burly figures and hideous faces, emitting a thick Yao Race Pressure.

The first statue had a human body and bull head, holding a giant battle-axe. Its eyes were wide open, fangs exposed, and its expression was fierce;

The second statue had a human body and wolf head, holding a scimitar. Its figure was agile, and its sharp eyes held a bloodthirsty Aura;

The third statue had a human body and tiger head, holding a long spear. Its posture was upright, and its Aura was magnificent, as if it would attack at any moment;

The fourth statue had a human body and snake head, holding a long sword. Its figure was flexible, and its eyes were sinister, revealing a strange chill.

The four statues were lifelike, as if they would come to life in the next second. Below each statue sat a special box.

The boxes were pitch black, their surfaces carved with Yao Race runes corresponding to the statues. There was a faint layer of Restriction on the boxes, vaguely emitting a spiritual glow, clearly containing extraordinary items.

Liu Xinbing's gaze was locked onto the four boxes on the Sacrificial Platform: "Brother Wang, the Sect Head wants us to bring this back!"

Wang Cheng nodded slightly without speaking, his gaze slowly shifting to the back of the Sacrificial Platform.

There, a brilliant golden light was shining.

Within the light was a special fragment.

Qin Changsheng, back in the small courtyard, recognized the fragment as a heavenly dao fragment with just one look.

He hadn't expected a heavenly dao fragment to be floating inside the hall like this.

The moment Wang Cheng saw the fragment, Liu Xinbing saw it too.

Liu Xinbing's eyes were full of greed and urgency. He circulated his mana and was about to rush toward the golden light, wanting to seize the heavenly dao fragment first.

But the moment his figure moved, a faster figure had already rushed out first.

Under Qin Changsheng's control, Wang Cheng's expression remained cold. His figure flickered like a ghost, arriving before the golden light in an instant. Before Liu Xinbing could react, he reached out and grabbed the heavenly dao fragment within the light.

In the next instant, the heavenly dao fragment was put into Wang Cheng's Storage Space.

Seeing Wang Cheng's Speed was so fast, Liu Xinbing's eyes were filled with killing intent.

He hadn't expected Wang Cheng's Speed to be so high.

Far away in the small courtyard, Qin Changsheng clearly captured the killing intent in Liu Xinbing's eyes through his Divine Sense.

However, he didn't care about Liu Xinbing's killing intent at all.

Because in his eyes, Liu Xinbing was already a dead man.

A dead man for him to test the Possession of those Yao Race experts.

Wang Cheng slowly turned around and said with a smile, "Brother Liu, don't be angry. This fragment is too special, and the dangers in the Secret Realm are currently unpredictable. If we turn against each other over the fragment, the loss would outweigh the gain!"

"How about this? I'll keep the fragment safe for now. Once we successfully leave the Secret Realm, we'll sell it and split the resulting Spirit Stones equally. What do you think?"

The killing intent in Liu Xinbing's eyes gradually receded. Although he felt some resentment, there was nothing he could do.

After all, the treasure had already been taken by Wang Cheng.

Both he and Wang Cheng had just reached Core Formation.

If they fought, he estimated it would be difficult to defeat Wang Cheng.

More importantly, he and Wang Cheng had come here on a mission from Shen Guhong.

"Fine, we'll do as Brother Wang says!" Liu Xinbing nodded slightly.

"Brother Liu, our mission is to bring back a box!"

"Which box do you choose?" Wang Cheng asked.

Hearing Wang Cheng's words, Liu Xinbing turned and cast his gaze once more upon the four boxes on the Sacrificial Platform.

Finally, Liu Xinbing's gaze locked onto the box beneath the bull head.

After all, this altar was the Bull-Head Altar.

The box under the bull head was surely the best one.

Without the slightest hesitation, he reached out to grab the black box. His hand easily broke through the weak Restriction on the box's surface, and he held the box firmly in his hand.

But the moment he fully gripped the box, a sudden change occurred!

"Sss—!" A thick cloud of black gas suddenly erupted from the box. Like a venomous snake, the black gas carried a bone-chilling cold and a strange Demonic Qi, instantly breaking free from the box's constraints and surging toward Liu Xinbing.

The black gas was incredibly fast, far exceeding Liu Xinbing's reaction. In just an instant, it followed his hand and surged into his Divine Sense.

"Ah—!" A shrill, piercing scream instantly erupted from Liu Xinbing's mouth, echoing throughout the altar palace.

The black box in his hand fell to the ground with a "clatter." His body convulsed violently, his face turned pale as paper, his eyes became bloodshot, filled with extreme pain and fear, and his Aura became chaotic.

He could clearly feel the black gas acting like a maggot in his bones, rampaging and devouring within his Divine Sense, tearing at his Soul. Every inch of his Divine Sense endured a piercing pain, as if countless steel needles were frantically stabbing his mind, making him wish for death and making it difficult even to remain standing.

Far away in the small courtyard, Qin Changsheng had already seen everything through his Divine Sense.

Qin Changsheng was not surprised by any of this.

He had long seen through Shen Guhong's conspiracy and knew that the boxes contained Yao Race experts.

"Kill Liu Xinbing, leave no future trouble," Qin Changsheng ordered.

Hearing Qin Changsheng's command, a cold light flashed in Wang Cheng's eyes.

He slowly raised his hand, his palm turning slightly as the mana in his body circulated wildly. A ball of scorching fire instantly condensed in his palm, the flames entirely crimson.

"Go!" Wang Cheng barked. He swung his hand, and the fire in his palm surged, transforming into a massive fire Dragon. The fire Dragon was agile, its eyes crimson, spitting scorching flames and carrying a world-destroying power as it charged toward Liu Xinbing, who was curled on the ground.

Wherever the fire Dragon passed, the Demonic Qi and black gas in the air were instantly incinerated. Even the black runes on the palace walls dimmed slightly, and a scorching heatwave swept through the entire palace.

Liu Xinbing had already lost all power to resist. He could only curl on the ground, letting out weak groans of pain. Even though he felt the fire Dragon's terrifying Pressure, he could not make any move to dodge.

In just an instant, the massive fire Dragon reached him. The scorching flames instantly enveloped his body and the surrounding black gas. The fire crackled, burning his body and that strange cloud of black gas.

The originally shrill screams now turned into strange and eerie howls—a mix of Liu Xinbing's remaining cries of agony and the monster's shrieks. The two sounds intertwined, making one's hair stand on end as they echoed in the empty altar palace, gradually growing weaker.

Qin Changsheng watched this scene quietly through his Divine Sense, his expression remaining cold.