Qin Chuan was now almost certain that the mysterious stone statue was a treasure, but he hadn't had time to study what kind of treasure it was yet.
Furthermore, the people opposite him seemed to value this mysterious stone statue highly; leaving today wouldn't be easy.
"I meant no offense, I trespassed here by mistake, I have no ill intentions, I'll leave now," Qin Chuan said.
Better to avoid trouble, Qin Chuan decided to leave.
"What do you take this place for? Coming and going as you please? Since you're here, you have no choice. No one who comes here has ever left," said the middle-aged man at the head.
His tone was calm, but his voice was full of arrogance, confidence, control, and an indescribable pride.
Qin Chuan frowned slightly: "What do you want?"
"What we want isn't what we want, it's what you asked for. These are our rules. You've come here, I'll give you two paths."
"What two?" Qin Chuan asked, narrowing his eyes. He knew that, without a doubt, he wouldn't be able to choose either path.
"The first one is death!" the middle-aged man said.
"And the second option?" Qin Chuan asked calmly, seemingly unsurprised, let alone frightened.
The middle-aged man, seeing Qin Chuan's reaction, was slightly surprised. After all, countless people had mistakenly entered this place, each one terrified, but to no avail; they all met their end.
"The second option is to cripple your cultivation and become a demon slave," the middle-aged man said, a smile playing on his lips.
"A demon slave?" Qin Chuan asked, puzzled.
The middle-aged man said coldly, "You don't need to know all that. Once you become a demon slave, you'll naturally understand what a demon slave is."
To cripple one's cultivation and become a demon slave was something he naturally wouldn't agree to. Cultivation was paramount for martial artists; some called it a second life, but for many, it was their first.
Many martial artists who mistakenly entered this place died the first time, and the second was a living hell, so naturally they resisted, ultimately meeting their demise.
Now, Qin Chuan naturally chose to resist without hesitation; the two paths offered were simply unacceptable.
"I choose the third option," Qin Chuan said.
The middle-aged man sneered, "The third option, you've got guts. The third option is to be torn to pieces, making you wish you were dead. Do you choose?"
"That depends on whether you have the ability." Qin Chuan was now filled with killing intent. These people were no good, and that mysterious stone statue looked somewhat evil.
Although he didn't know what it was, he could sense it was an evil being. Since that was the case, he might as well get his hands on it and study it slowly.
"Haha, here, even if you're a dragon, you'll have to coil up for me; even if you're a tiger, you'll have to crawl. Killing you is as easy as turning my hand."
The people around Qin Chuan surrounded him, their clothes bursting open as their bodies grew larger.
Muscles bulged, like steel, each person over three meters, nearly four meters tall, incredibly robust—they were like miniature steel giants.
These people looked down at Qin Chuan, cruel smiles on their faces. In this Fallen God Pavilion, they were like gods.
Even gods would perish here, let alone a mortal like Qin Chuan. Moreover, these special beings, unable to use their Yuan Qi, were absolute rulers here.
The leading middle-aged man was exceptionally tall, nearly five meters, noticeably taller and stronger than the others, his body radiating a faint metallic sheen.
This middle-aged man's power far surpassed the others, completely on a different level; no wonder he was their leader.
Qin Chuan frowned slightly. Although he couldn't use Yuan Qi, some of his senses remained, as did his Golden Divine Eye, which was integrated with him.
The Golden Divine Eye was a part of Qin Chuan, allowing him to see freely without using Yuan Qi.
At this moment, Qin Chuan finally gleaned some information.
Low-level Demon Servant!
High-level Demon Slave!
Qin Chuan seemed to understand something. The middle-aged man had previously told him to become a demon slave, and this middle-aged man was a demon servant, while the others were high-level demon slaves.
Previously, these people had all been kneeling before this mysterious stone statue, which possessed a pair of enormous, blood-red eyes. Qin Chuan seemed to have guessed something.
A demon!
These people were demon servants and slaves, so this mysterious stone statue was at least a demonic creature, or rather, a demonic treasure.
But for now, he could disregard that; his focus should be on how to deal with these demon servants and slaves!
Here, demon servants seemed to hold the highest position, though he didn't know if there were even more powerful beings within this golden pavilion.
He couldn't delay. Although Qin Chuan had sufficient confidence in his physical body, he couldn't underestimate these people.
"Boy, you frog in a well, today I'll show you how foolish you are!" A small giant threw a punch at Qin Chuan.
The opponent's fist was the size of two human heads. His arm was as thick as an adult's thigh, muscular and powerful.
Qin Chuan didn't back down, throwing a punch of his own. Qin Chuan's fist collided with the giant's, like an infant's fist colliding with an adult's.
But the force seemed different.
The others watched with amusement. They had expected Qin Chuan to dodge, but they hadn't expected him to throw a punch and collide with that enormous fist.
They felt that not only would Qin Chuan's fist shatter, but his entire arm would be broken into pieces, a gruesome sight.
Crack!
Ah!
The sound of cracking bones rang out, followed by a scream, and the middle-aged man... A smile played on everyone's face; this was entirely within his expectations.
Everyone except the middle-aged man remained calm, smiling; the outcome was exactly as they had anticipated.
The middle-aged man coughed slightly, his eyes widening as he tried to speak, for he saw that the situation wasn't what he had imagined.
Qin Chuan stood there motionless, while his giant had collapsed with a crash, blood staining his arm.
The massive arm was now twisted beyond recognition, broken bone piercing through muscle, a painful sight to behold.
One punch!
Qin Chuan smiled; his physical abilities were indeed formidable. Furthermore, Qin Chuan had discovered another ability: the power of the world he gained after becoming Emperor Xian could directly affect his physical body.
Even when he couldn't use his Yuan Qi, this ability still remained, which made Qin Chuan very happy. In this place where he couldn't use Yuan Qi, the existence of the world's power filled Qin Chuan with absolute confidence that he could destroy everything in front of him.