If you die, I will be able to inherit your cultivation.

Zhou Ming remained hidden in the distant void, quietly observing the ruthless methods employed by the people in the arena, inwardly marveling at the viciousness and greed of these quasi-saints.

He saw through it all; those quasi-saints who specialized in the secret realm continent were extremely malicious.

They deliberately shattered the land of the secret realm little by little, not to search for treasures, but to use the complete collapse of the secret realm to draw out the chaotic void outside and cause it to collapse.

Using the unique spacetime collapse power of the demonic void, they forcibly suppressed and wore down the invincible Xuan Qing.

No matter how strong the Xuanwu Four Symbols Formation is, it can only withstand the attacks of cultivators' supernatural powers and magical treasures, and it is difficult to resist the power of the collapse and destruction of the entire world.

However, this chaos now holds hidden benefits for him.

The more than twenty Quasi-Saints in the arena restrained each other and fought with all their might. Whether Xuan Qing broke through in the end or the Quasi-Saints joined forces to break the formation, the outcome would be in their own favor.

Whether both sides are severely injured or one side wins a Pyrrhic victory, he can always seize the opportunity to take a share of the spoils.

He had long coveted the fact that these quasi-saints all possessed innate spiritual treasures.

If we can take advantage of this chaos to secretly seize one or two innate spiritual treasures, then this trip to the Demon Void will be completely successful.

Having made up his mind, Zhou Ming concealed all his aura, lying in wait in a dead corner of the void, patiently observing the changing situation.

This wait lasted for a full ten days.

For more than ten days, the battlefield never stopped.

The quasi-saints who were besieging the formation took turns attacking, unleashing a continuous barrage of supernatural powers and magical treasures, bombarding the Four Symbols Formation without stopping for a moment.

Another group of quasi-saints continued to destroy the foundation of the secret realm, gradually shattering the entire secret realm continent, giving Xuan Qing no chance to breathe.

With the last piece of land in the secret realm completely shattered, the entire secret realm lost the suppression of the Great Dao.

The violent void collapse force from the outside instantly spread inward, and countless spacetime rifts and collapsing voids rapidly covered the Four Symbols Grand Array.

Upon seeing this, the group of quasi-saints' eyes lit up, and they immediately tightened their formation, surrounding the four Xuanwu giant turtles at the core and sealing off all escape routes.

Then everyone raised their hands at the same time, throwing out a massive amount of spacetime crystals, which piled up around the outer edge of the formation.

They were preparing to further intensify the spacetime disorder, accelerate the expansion of the collapse area, and force Xuanqing to surrender.

A quasi-saint hovered high in the sky, looking smug and confident, and roared fiercely at the great formation in the center.

"Old tortoise! ​​I'm giving you one last chance! Hand over the stolen treasure, and everything can be discussed!"

Xuan Qing, inside the great formation, seemed oblivious to this threat.

He continued to activate the Four Symbols Formation to defend, his expression calm and composed. Facing the ever-approaching void collapse and spacetime turbulence, he showed no sign of panic.

Just then, an old Buddhist monk stepped forward, clasped his hands together, and chanted Buddhist mantras. His tone seemed compassionate, but it was actually coercive.

"Amitabha. Benefactor Xuanqing, if you hand over the most precious treasure of my Buddhist sect, this old monk will swear in public that I will protect you and no one here will be able to harm you in the slightest."

No sooner had the old monk finished speaking than a piercing, sinister cry rang out, filled with contempt and curses, instantly interrupting the Buddhist chanting.

"Bullshit! What Buddhist treasure? This is clearly a treasure bestowed upon my demon realm! You shameless old bald monk, you're blatantly lying through your teeth! What a shameless scoundrel!"

The old monk's expression remained unchanged, unaffected by the insults, and he calmly and slowly began to defend himself.

"Amitabha. This treasure is destined for our Buddhist community and should rightfully belong to our Buddhist community."

"Benefactor Xuanqing possesses profound cultivation and a long history of Daoist practice. He should naturally follow the opportunities of the Great Dao. Why then does he defy the heavens and forcibly seize creation, thus creating endless karma?"

The two argued incessantly in public, vying for ownership of the treasure and exchanging words repeatedly.

The other quasi-saints were already used to this scene. For many days, the two had been arguing every day about the ownership of the treasure.

Everyone was tired of hearing it, so no one joined in the argument or paid any attention.

All eyes were fixed on the Four Symbols Formation below, their expressions focused, quietly awaiting Xuan Qing's surrender.

The outer void was collapsing at an increasingly rapid pace, and the destructive spacetime power was getting closer and closer to the great formation, with a deadly sense of oppression covering the entire area.

After a stalemate, Xuan Qing, who was inside the great formation, finally spoke slowly, his voice low and calm, carrying a chilling coldness.

"Gentlemen, are you truly unwilling to let this old man go today?"

Upon hearing this, the quasi-saints present immediately responded, their tone filled with certainty and greed.

"Old tortoise, if you hand over the treasure, we'll immediately lift the encirclement and let you leave safely!"

"Excellent! Hand over the treasure, and all grudges will be wiped clean!"

Everyone assumed that Xuanqing was already afraid and was about to compromise and give in, and their faces showed expressions of impending success.

Hearing this question from afar, Zhou Ming's heart skipped a beat, and a strong sense of unease arose inexplicably.

He secretly wondered: Could this old tortoise be driven to the brink and planning a desperate fight to the death, taking everyone down with him?

The moment the thought arose, Zhou Ming no longer coveted the opportunity and instinctively retreated rapidly.

He didn't know much about Xuan Qing, but he never dared to underestimate anyone.

As the old saying goes, even a rabbit will bite when cornered, let alone a quasi-saint powerhouse standing at the pinnacle of all heavens.

Aside from the Saints, Quasi-Saints are already the top combat force in this universe.

May your lifespan be long and profound, as long as heaven and earth.

No, it should be longer than heaven and earth.

Generally, when heaven and earth decay and the universe changes, it is very difficult to kill a quasi-saint.

A Quasi-Saint can retrieve the True Spirit that is attached to the Great Dao before the world decays, and send it to other universes. The True Spirit can still survive even after entering the cycle of reincarnation.

This is why quasi-saint level experts almost never choose to perish together with their enemies.

Even if you are defeated, lose your treasures, or abandon your physical body, even if you are sealed and suppressed by your opponent, no matter how bleak the future may seem, there is still a possibility of breaking free and returning to your peak.

The group of Quasi-Saints understood this perfectly and were certain that Xuan Qing would not dare to completely fight to the death.

Only then did they dare to recklessly press and exert pressure step by step under the guise of the Demon Void Realm, even at the cost of shattering the entire secret realm, to forcibly coerce a veteran Quasi-Saint.

However, to become a quasi-saint, one's temperament and ruthlessness cannot be considered using ordinary thinking.

Besides, who dares to say that the Venerable Master Xuanqing, who has lived since the beginning of time, doesn't have any trump cards up his sleeve?

The more Zhou Ming thought about it, the stronger the warning signs became in his heart. He dared not hesitate and retreated instantly.

Zhou Ming used his escape technique to the fullest extent, and in a short moment, he retreated hundreds of millions of kilometers.

They had already strayed far from the battlefield area of ​​the people in the secret realm.

Even with such a great distance between them, the lingering sense of crisis in their hearts did not dissipate; on the contrary, it grew stronger and stronger.

Zhou Ming's expression was solemn, his mind racing as he calmly weighed the pros and cons.

He dared not gamble, nor could he afford to gamble on whether a quasi-saint driven to the brink of despair would go completely insane.

In order to leave themselves a way out, to keep abreast of changes in the battle situation, and to learn about the follow-up as soon as possible.

Zhou Ming successively left more than a dozen hidden world power marks in the void along the way.

The reason Zhou Ming conquered more than a dozen sites in succession was to prevent the void from collapsing and destroying them.

After making the arrangements, Zhou Ming didn't linger. With a flicker of his body, he directly disappeared into the Qiankun World.