The air slightly solidified, and upon seeing Wei Hu's expression that didn't seem fake, a trace of panic flashed in the eyes of Huang Ning and Elder Bai Yue.

"If I'm not mistaken, the previous members who joined the Blood Cloud Squad were also ruthlessly slaughtered by you."

Chu Ming's face remained calm and composed, glancing at Long Yuan and Wang Feng, he found that both of them were expressionless, taking orders from Wei Hu.

"What?!"

Liu Dan the Demon Saber of North Sea and Xue Wuhen the Iron Swordsman turned pale, suddenly realizing that everyone had unknowingly fallen into a trap.

"You're quite smart. Yes, recruiting martial artists into the Blood Cloud Squad is just a ruse, the real purpose is the wealth on you all."

Wei Hu didn't deny it, staring at the five of them with a trace of greed in his eyes. There were many treasures in the Ancient Battlefield, and the martial artists who had survived this far were all worth a lot. They had already ambushed and killed three groups of other martial artists before, and the treasures obtained were enough to make him covet.

"How about we just give them our storage rings..."

Huang Ning glanced at Wei Hu, feeling very nervous, and silently communicated this to Elder Bai Yue and Chu Ming.

A trace of intention flickered in the eyes of Elder Bai Yue and Liu Dan the Demon Saber of North Sea. After all, if they could stay alive, who would want to die? Wei Hu's combat strength was comparable to the six major giants, and in the outside world, he could easily kill a Realm of Transcendence expert; dealing with them would be a piece of cake for him.

Chu Ming glanced at everyone and then said, "It's useless. We know his secret. If he lets us go, his plan would be completely ruined once someone leaks it."

Hearing Chu Ming's words, Elder Bai Yue turned pale. Although Chu Ming's words were somewhat extreme, they were reasonable. If they were in Wei Hu's position, they wouldn't let them go either.

"Then what should we do?"

Xue Wuhen the Iron Swordsman asked gravely, looking at Chu Ming. Among them, if anyone had the strongest ability, it was undoubtedly Chu Ming.

"The four of you hold off Long Yuan and Wang Feng for just a quarter of an hour."

Chu Ming sighed slightly, then a trace of cold light flashed in his eyes. The others feared Wei Hu, but he did not. With the Six-armed Asura as his trump card, even facing the true six major giants, he wouldn't be afraid.

"What are you going to do?"

Huang Ning was slightly stunned, but as soon as everyone reacted, they saw Chu Ming's body already transforming into a sword light rushing towards Wei Hu, the terrifying sword momentum enveloping the entire arena, raising countless waves in the sea of fire.

Xue Wuhen the Iron Swordsman glanced over and said softly, "Let's do our best to hold off Long Yuan and Wang Feng!"

Boom!

As soon as his words fell, Long Yuan and Wang Feng's bodies transformed into a mad dragon, with a terrifying giant palm and a black leg shadow, mixed with immense force, blasting towards the four of them, initiating the fight.

In terms of individual combat power, Long Yuan and Wang Feng were slightly stronger than Elder Bai Yue and Huang Ning's four. But now, facing the four's joint attack, they were momentarily struggling, gradually stabilizing the situation after the initial chaos.

"I don't know where you got the courage to face me head-on!"

Wei Hu's surroundings were filled with purple light, transforming into dragon and tiger shapes, roaring towards the sky. The heavy pressure crushed the surroundings, with faint sounds of thunderclaps.

"In my eyes, your strength is insignificant."

Chu Ming's demeanor remained calm, his face unperturbed, the Blood Dome Sword somehow already in his hand, the tip of the sword emitting blood light, transforming into countless blood clouds flying in the air.

"Arrogant!"

Wei Hu snorted coldly, lightly retreating his hands, releasing two seemingly casual palms. A terrifying light ball the size of a washbasin flew out, directly blasting towards Chu Ming, with thunder splashing in the air, faintly accompanied by roars of ancient angry dragons.

Puff!

Chu Ming's body gently trembled, transforming into a concentrated gust of wind, the Blood Dome Sword slashed down, instantly splitting the light ball in half, lightning scattering, leaving crackling sounds in the air.

Boom!

Chu Ming's body expanded, releasing a terrifying ancient aura, as if an ancient dragon awoken, shaking the sky.

Dragon Power!

The overwhelming Dragon Power instantly spread onto Wei Hu, whose face showed a shock, his momentum dimming momentarily.

"Dragon Power!? How can you have Dragon Power on you?"

Wei Hu roared, seemingly in disbelief, transforming into a violent black shadow, his right fist's five fingers tightly clenched, right arm extended, muscles tensed, the terrifying purple light shining brightly, charging towards Chu Ming with the force of thunder.

Swish!

Chu Ming's eyes sparkled with sword light, his white robe fiercely blowing, and his black hair fluttering, the Blood Dome Sword in the air leaving a deep trace, the tip of the sword quickly clashing with Wei Hu's fist.

Clang...

Wei Hu's skin was extremely hard, with a layer of power rules under his skin. Chu Ming's Sword Dao clashed against it, quickly twisting and deforming, softly rebounding.

Clang clang clang clang clang...

The two terrifying figures shot through the sky, the burst of wind causing the flames in the Undying Sea to sway in the wind like a candle flame, seemingly on the verge of extinguishing at any moment.

Wei Hu's strength was roughly around the power of seven hundred dragons, his qi and blood capable of moving mountains and overturning seas. Each punch came with the force of a descending deity, with grey airflow swirling madly within.

Whereas Chu Ming's sword was untamed and unconfined. With each sword strike, the sky was filled with dense sword light, putting immense pressure on Wei Hu. If it were anyone less than Wei Hu, they would have been stabbed into a blood hole by Chu Ming long ago.

"I didn't expect your strength to be so strong, but even so, you will still die!"

Wei Hu's eyes turned purple, like two radiant purple suns, sublimating brilliantly in the air. He then roared, his entire body seemingly collapsing mountains, dimming the sky.

"Heaven-Destroying Sun-Cracking Fist!"

Boom!

The terrifying fist aura filled the sky, the flames in the Undying Sea started boiling, the air waves rolling, startling Wang Feng and Long Yuan, who couldn't care about the fight anymore and had to retreat crazily.

Facing the incoming fist aura, Chu Ming felt like facing numerous high mountains suddenly collapsing, his vigilance quickly rising to the peak, the Blood Dome Sword in his hand drawing a trajectory in the air, the blood light erupting.

"Burial Sword!"

Petals formed of spiritual power scattered in the air, the delicate petals making Wei Hu's expression tighten.

Boom!

A terrifying blood-colored Sword Aura swept out from the petals, the surrounding petals all shattered, staining the sky blood red.

Psh psh psh...

Fist aura and Sword Light collided in an extremely narrow space, causing an enormous commotion, with the flames below surging like true tidal waves.

Swish!

A white figure rushed out of the boundless grey airflow, Chu Ming's expression remained calm, tightly staring at a black spot in the white waves.

Rip!

The entire space seemed to be torn apart, as Wei Hu in a black robe stepped out from it, covered in numerous blood marks on his body, looking quite bedraggled.