Thus, the whole thing headed toward an anticlimactic end. Perhaps Luo Chen's only loss was that his enlightenment would be interrupted. Or so everyone thought… except Lin Jingtang.

"Want to run? Not so easy!"

He raised a thought and, amidst Lin Bufan's shocked cry, the lower body of his Nascent Soul collapsed into a sea of mana, all of which then poured into the Bell of Terror.

"SPREAD!"

DAAAAAAANG!

The toll shook the firmament. Under such a blow, everyone expected the cultivator inside the bell to die, without a doubt. Even if he wanted to use his illusory Go stone, he would be too disoriented to activate it in time.

Suddenly, a low, hoarse, almost ghostly voice sounded, "You really want me dead, huh?"

To everyone's astonishment, they saw the blood-red tip of a sword poking its way out of the top of the massive bell.

Screeeeech!

The shrill sound of metal scratching metal...