The Invincible constitution : Rise of the Supreme One

Chapter 66: Fight

In mere moments, the cave was filled with cultivators, each one eyeing the dragon's heart with a mix of greed and trepidation. However, no one dared to approach it carelessly. Two reasons held them back: first - it was uncertain if it was safe to approach the dragon heart, and second - whoever seized it would instantly become the target of every other cultivator present.

However, in every crowd, there are always those who are willing to risk everything for a chance at greatness. How could they resist when the prize before them promised a power that could change their fate forever, perhaps even rule the world?

From the gathered cultivators, a man stepped forward. His build was formidable, muscles rippling beneath his robes as he exuded confidence and arrogance. His gaze swept across the crowd, challenging anyone who dared to defy him. "I am Lian Zhen," he declared, his voice booming in the cave. "Core disciple of the Dragon Fist Sect, the third-ranked sect in this world. If you know what's good for you, you'll give me some face. Unless, of course, you wish to make an enemy of my sect."

Listening to Lian Zhen's bold proclamation, Jian Wu couldn't help but smile mockingly. Lian Zhen's bravado might intimidate the weaker cultivators, but those from the top ten sects wouldn't be swayed so easily. After all, the power of these sects was nearly equal—no one could confidently claim superiority over the others.

As Lian Zhen began to stride confidently toward the dragon's heart, the crowd parted, but not out of fear. They knew he couldn't escape with the heart, not with so many eyes watching. Besides, everyone wanted to see if it was safe to approach the dragon heart or not.

All eyes were fixed on Lian Zhen as he drew closer.

Six steps remained.

Five steps.

Four steps.

Three—

"Aah!"

Just as Lian Zhen was about to take the next step, a bluish-red flame erupted from the heart, engulfing him in searing heat. His flesh began to char and blister as he thrashed in agony. "Aaah, save me! Save me! I can't extinguish this fire!" he screamed, as the flames continued to consume him mercilessly.

His cries for help echoed in the cave, but no one dared to move. Fear rooted them in their place. Lian Zhen was a peak Origin Realm cultivator, a realm that Eli Shan hadn't even reached in the outside world. And yet, here he was, utterly helpless against the fire. The realization struck everyone like a thunderbolt—if someone as powerful as Lian Zhen couldn't defend himself, what chance did any of them have? Even those who might have the strength to save him hesitated. No one dared to approach the dragon's heart carelessly, fearing they would meet the same grisly fate as Lian Zhen.

Slowly, Lian Zhen's voice faded into silence, leaving behind only the crackling of the flames that had consumed him. The remaining cultivators stared at his charred remains with a mix of horror and disbelief.

"W-What is this fire?" someone whispered, his voice trembling.

"We can't even get close to it," another muttered, fear lacing his words.

"How are we supposed to take the dragon heart? I-I'm out," a panicked voice called out, shattering the fragile silence.

A wave of panic spread through the weaker cultivators. They had come seeking glory, but now all they saw was death. Many of them turned and fled, unwilling to risk their lives for a prize that seemed impossible to claim. After all, with the likes of Jian Wu and Wen Lun present, their chances were already slim to none.

When the dust finally settled, only a handful of people remained, their gazes steely with determination. Most of them were the cultivators from the top ten sects, those who knew the risks but still craved the power that the dragon heart promised.