The Ancient Seal, Interrupted

"What?" Chen Feng exclaimed.

"Could it be another treasure like the Underworld Soul Pearl? That does pique my interest a bit," teased the envoy from the Demon Realm, casting a mocking glance at Chen Feng.

He extended a single finger and lifted it lightly. In the distance, a range of peaks floated inexplicably, forcibly uprooted and suspended in mid-air.

"If you truly possess it, I might just afford you an opportunity," the envoy continued.

"But if you attempt to deceive me with some worthless trinket, you'll vanish from this world as thoroughly as this mountain peak!"

With his words spoken, the airborne hillock instantly crumbled to dust. No one could discern the method employed by the envoy from the Demon Realm to wield such immense power, nor did they sense any fluctuation of true energy. Such inscrutable methods truly instilled fear.

Indeed, the gazes of the cultivators in the vicinity now held a trace of sympathy towards Chen Feng.