"call!"

Jiang Yuan, panting heavily, got up from the ground. His petrified state had been completely broken; this was the consequence of being bombed and exploded at close range.

The others were in just as bad shape; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to describe the scene as one of wailing everywhere. But to Jiang Yuan's surprise, no one died, and he didn't receive any of the marks of the dead.

"He's not dead!" Jiang Yuan struggled and lunged at Lu Xingyu.

“There’s a hidden branch of the Holy Spirit Temple in Area C, also known as the Holy Spirit Pavilion. Sima Sheng took Ning Yanlan there!” Lu Xingyu said, taking a deep breath, his eyes holding a somewhat indescribable look as he looked at Jiang Yuan.

"Don't ask me where the Holy Spirit Pavilion is, I don't know either!"

Fearing that Jiang Yuan would cause trouble again, Lu Xingyu quickly distanced himself, "You don't need to fight me to the death here. We conservatives have never interfered in the affairs of Nancheng, otherwise we wouldn't have been ordered to guard the prison!"

“Jiang Yuan, he wasn’t lying!” Leng Yue climbed over the outer wall. “The conservatives haven’t made a move yet!”

"Leng Yue, I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do to help you!" Lu Xingyu said silently, his voice filled with sorrow.

"Do I know you?" Leng Yue's eyes were icy.

"Hand over everything you have!" Seeing that he couldn't get anything out of Lu Xingyu, Jiang Yuan had no choice but to start grabbing his belongings.

The prison walls were already packed with people, making it look like a gladiatorial arena, but Jiang Yuan remained unmoved.

When soldiers come, we'll block them; when water comes, we'll dam it. If we have opponents, we'll crush them one by one.

"Are you sure you really want to be enemies with our Crimson Blood Army?" Lu Xingyu frowned.

"Give it to me!" Jiang Yuan snatched the rocket launcher with the Chain of Order and said coldly to Lu Xingyu.

"Very good!" Lu Xingyu took off the storage ring from his hand, tossed it to Jiang Yuan, and said, "I hope you can survive. I still prefer to kill you with my own hands!"

Jiang Yuan caught the storage ring, completely ignoring Lu Xingyu's threat. Even if there were weapons of mass destruction here, the other party would be hesitant to use them for fear of harming the innocent. Besides, he was confident that he could perish together with the Crimson Blood Army if he did use them.

"Do you know where the Holy Spirit Pavilion is?" Jiang Yuan asked Leng Yue.

"I don't know!" Leng Yue shook her head. "But the Holy Spirit Pavilion will definitely appear during tomorrow's beast tide, and even the Holy Spirit Temple will!"

"tomorrow?"

"That kid, hand over your only cultivation technique!"

Just as Jiang Yuan was pondering, an extremely arrogant voice came from the high prison walls.

Those people finally couldn't hold back any longer and wanted to make a move on the unique cultivation technique.

"Jiang Yuan, are all these people targeting you?" Leng Yue looked around. Although she wasn't afraid, she still felt a sense of pressure.

Jiang Yuan took out a handful of pills, then stuffed them into his mouth and swallowed them all. He looked at the thousands of people eyeing him menacingly and shouted, "What, are you all here to steal my opportunity?"

“Rare treasures are for those who are destined to possess them. How could an ordinary person like you have the right to own such a unique cultivation technique?” an extremely arrogant young man sneered.

"Do you think you have the right to decide whether I'm qualified or not?" Jiang Yuan said coldly. The upper limit of his divine power had increased slightly, and he knew the reason without much thought.

He just swallowed a Hundred-Day Hundred-Soul Pill, which naturally increases his soul energy.

"My opinion doesn't count, but with so many people here, do you think there isn't a single one who can be considered?" The young man deliberately included everyone in an attempt to unite the argument.

Jiang Yuan glanced around, then laughed and said, "Do you really think I'm the only opponent?"

"That's ridiculous. I think you all know that everyone standing here today is an opponent. There's only one technique, and the one who laughs last will be the winner!"

The young man gave a strange smile. "That's our business. As for you, you'll definitely be the first loser!"

"Is that so?" Jiang Yuan raised his hand, and a ball of light appeared in his palm. "Then do you know that I have the ability to damage a unique cultivation technique?"

The crowd guarding the prison walls fell silent. The young man, his eyes turning sinister, immediately shouted, "Don't believe him! This guy is bluffing us!"

"You can try it and see who wins in the end!" Jiang Yuan said confidently.

The young man frowned, and just as he was about to make his move, an old man stepped forward and said, "Wait!"

Jiang Yuan looked over and immediately understood the old man's strength.

"Human, sixth-order soul energy type, soul energy: 90, talent: Soul Splitting Needle."

The old man jumped down from the high wall, then approached and said, "Young man, the taller the tree, the more the wind will blow. You are young and have no background, so the only technique will be useless on you! We are currently in the midst of a great catastrophe, which can be described as the end of humanity. The only technique should be placed on someone who can shoulder the burden of humanity!"

"Is that so?" Jiang Yuan sneered repeatedly. It was truly shameful to use the righteousness of the human race to pressure him. However, he did not intend to expose him. Instead, he wanted the old man to continue speaking.

“I am from the Xu family of Suzhou. If you hand over your only cultivation technique to me, my Xu family can guarantee your safety and even a bright future for you!” Xu Hongmiao said.

"So, your Xu family has someone who can shoulder the responsibility of the human race!" Jiang Yuan sneered.

"The Xu family is one of the top families in Suzhou, they definitely have the ability!" Xu Hongmiao said confidently.

"So, if I give you the thing, I can live!" Jiang Yuan watched Xu Hongmiao walk towards him step by step, but he didn't show any wariness on his face, and just chatted and laughed.

“Of course, it’s not difficult for the Xu family to protect one person!” Xu Hongmiao slowly approached.

Leng Yue had already taken out her knife and was ready.

"That would be for the best, otherwise I'll have to destroy the only cultivation technique so that no one else can have this opportunity!" Jiang Yuan raised the ball of light in his hand, making a gesture as if he would rather die than bend.

"Too late!"

Xu Hongmiao suddenly launched an attack, sending a projectile several times faster than the speed of sound toward Jiang Yuan's head.

"Being injured by my Soul-Splitting Needle will at best result in losing consciousness, and at worst, your soul will be scattered!" Xu Hongmiao laughed as he rushed towards Jiang Yuan, wanting to take away the only technique in an instant and not give Jiang Yuan the chance to destroy it.

If someone else had possessed the unique cultivation technique, Xu Hongmiao might have succeeded, but unfortunately, he was facing Jiang Yuan, who was proficient in all three cultivation methods.

"Divine power!" Jiang Yuan silently protected his head and stood there in a daze.

As expected, Xu Hongmiao was extremely excited when he saw this scene. This unique cultivation technique would soon be his, and he, Xu Hongmiao, would definitely have a place as the overlord of the apocalypse.

"Kid, if you don't have connections, just stay a lowly worm. Why bother trying to leap over the dragon gate?"

When Xu Hongmiao came into contact with the ball of light, his expression finally turned sinister; he intended to kill Jiang Yuan.

Leng Yue was about to make a move, but someone beat him to it. Jiang Yuan suddenly opened his eyes and said, "A soul energy type dares to get close and snatch something from an ancient martial artist? You're really courting death!"

Jiang Yuan deliberately let Xu Hongmiao come to snatch the only cultivation technique. Although Xu Hongmiao's Soul-Splitting Needle could injure him, it couldn't shatter his soul in one strike.

"Charge punch!"

Divine energy gathered in his right arm, and Jiang Yuan unleashed a powerful punch, his blood and flesh energy exploding completely at that moment.