205: Now it's not a question of you letting us go, but whether you can leave?

Ling Xi's figure, as if stepping out of an ink wash painting, appeared silently beside Wang Xiaopang.

She was still dressed in simple green robes, with a delicate appearance and a peaceful Aura, but her clear eyes now held a cold sharpness.

This sudden scene brought the entire battlefield to a standstill.

Almost simultaneously, the Cultivators from various factions, hidden in the shadows and probing the area with their Divine Thought, were profoundly shaken, as if struck by an invisible heavy hammer!

"An-another one?!" A wave of disbelief emanated from a Divine Thought.

"A Heavenly Human Realm Cultivator?! Another Heavenly Human Realm Cultivator! And she could effortlessly force back Wuying's sure-kill strike?!" Another Divine Thought was filled with horror.

"What in the world is happening today?! Such Heaven-Defying Prodigies are rarely seen even in ten thousand years, yet now they're popping up one after another as if they're worthless?!"

"Battle Asura and Sword White Robe were already astonishing, but this green-robed woman... her move just now seemed even more effortless than the previous two! When did so many true Dragons hide in the Eastern Domain?!"

"Who is she?! Why have I never heard of her? Is she also here for the secret order? Now... the situation is completely chaotic!"

Disordered Divine Thoughts intertwined in the shadows, filled with shock, fear, and a deeper level of apprehension.

Ling Xi's appearance, with its incomprehensible manner and effect, brought a far stronger impact to all observers than when Xiao Ruobai and Fang Hanyu had appeared!

Wuying's figure stabilized several feet away. The astonishment on his face, which was like ten-thousand-year-old ice, slowly faded, replaced by extreme solemnity and scrutiny.

He stared intently at Ling Xi, his voice dry and cold: "Who are you?"

He could feel that the seemingly effortless finger strike just now contained pure and immense power, and the timing was perfectly precise. Even more terrifying was that he had not detected her presence at all before!

Ling Xi did not answer him, merely glancing at him indifferently. Her gaze was calm and unruffled, yet it made even a cold-blooded assassin like Wuying feel an inexplicable chill, as if he had been indifferently scanned by some supreme existence.

Xiao Ruobai looked at the familiar green robes and profile, instantly realizing who it was. Although her appearance had changed, he would never mistake her.

Third... Third Junior Sister?! Ling Xi?!

He hadn't expected Revered Master to let Ling Xi descend the mountain as well, and her strength had advanced so much!

A flicker of understanding also passed through Fang Hanyu's eyes. His taut nerves relaxed slightly, and he nodded subtly in Ling Xi's direction, everything understood without words.

Ling Xi felt their gazes, slightly turned her head, and nodded gently to her two Senior Brothers.

At this moment, the most shaken was undoubtedly Wang Xiaopang.

Having narrowly escaped death, his chubby face was pale, and he sat slumped on the ground, gasping for breath, drenched in cold sweat.

Looking up at the unfamiliar green-robed figure, her cool and peaceful Aura made him feel an unprecedented sense of security.

The shock of surviving, coupled with this sudden protection, especially seeing his Eldest Brother and Second Brother knew her.

A feeling of being cherished, which he had never experienced before, welled up in his heart, making his nose tingle. Tears uncontrollably streamed down, and he choked out, sobbing: "Th-thank you for saving my life! No one... no one has ever been so kind to me..."

Just as Wang Xiaopang was sobbing his thanks, Venerable Dry Bones recovered from his extreme shock.

Venerable Dry Bones' shriveled lips parted slightly, his cloudy eyes fixed intently on Ling Xi.

He had lived for nearly a thousand years, and his will was long as firm as a rock, but at this moment, a feeling bordering on the absurd gripped him.

One Heavenly Human Realm Cultivator... and another Heavenly Human Realm Cultivator! The youth with the halberd grew stronger with each clash, his Aura still rising!

The swordsman's Sword Intent was profound and unfathomable!

Now, this green-robed woman... her seemingly effortless finger strike just now made Wuying's cunning, vicious, and sure-kill attack, capable of severely injuring those of the same cultivation level, disappear without a trace, like a clay ox entering the sea!

His throat was dry, and his voice sounded like it was ground from a whetstone, trembling with disbelief: "Has this world gone mad?! Such Heaven-Defying Prodigies... one in ten thousand years... how can three of them appear like mushrooms after rain today?!"

Beside him, Murong Qiu's knuckles gripping his sword turned white, and he murmured distractedly. His thousand-year pride in the Dao of the Sword was crushed to dust at this moment.

The potential displayed by these three young people filled him with a deep sense of powerlessness and despair.

The Sect Leader of Wuying's face beneath his mask was extremely grim. The feeling of his attack being so easily "devoured" just now made his heart palpitate.

He hoarsely spoke again, trying to probe: "Who exactly is Your Excellency? Such cultivation should not be unknown!"

Ling Xi's gaze remained calm, not even lingering on him for a second, as if he were just an insignificant stumbling block.

This utter disregard made Wuying's surrounding Qi grow even colder.

Extreme apprehension flashed in Venerable Dry Bones' eyes, but it was immediately replaced by a deeper madness.

He hissed: "Hand over the secret order! This old man can swear a Heart Demon oath to let you leave! Otherwise, even if I have to perish today, I will drag you all down with me!"

This was already a concession; he truly did not wish to fight to the death with these three unfathomable Prodigies.

Xiao Ruobai, hearing this, let out a wild laugh, his battle halberd pointing, radiating domineering power: "Now it's not a question of you letting us leave, but whether you all can leave!"

"Joke! Do you truly think we are afraid of you?!"

Venerable Dry Bones was completely enraged. He roared, and the Death Qi around him surged like boiling water. His originally withered body erupted with a terrifying Aura, and he actually began to burn his dwindling Origin essence blood!

"Take them down, search their souls, and perhaps we can also glimpse a hint of the mystery! Otherwise, in another ten years, you and I will both be a pile of Yellow Springs dirt! What more is there to lose?!"

The emaciated body erupted with a terrifying Aura and lunged at Xiao Ruobai again.

The Nine Nether Yellow Springs Finger was unleashed with full power, the finger light becoming even more solid, and the Qi of death permeated the air, as if it wanted to turn this entire world into a domain of death!

Murong Qiu also recovered from his initial shock.

Old Ghost Dry Bones might still be able to cling to life with his Nether Escape Technique, but my Murong Qiu's Sword Heart is already tainted, and my Dao path is broken!

Having offended three Prodigies with such immense backgrounds, if I cannot obtain the secret order today to seize that sliver of hope, then no matter how vast the world is in the future, where will I find a place for myself?!

Once this thought arose, it grew like a Heart Demon, instantly devouring all his hesitation.

A hint of almost frantic ruthlessness flashed in Murong Qiu's eyes. His originally clear Sword Intent suddenly became turbid and obscure. He was actually burning his already damaged Sword Heart Origin, forcefully activating his potential!

The long sword in his hand let out a mournful hum, and the sword light became even more bizarre and unpredictable, carrying a tragic Aura of mutual destruction. He hoarsely echoed Venerable Dry Bones: "That's right! Today, either they die, or our Dao perishes!"

Xiao Ruobai, seeing this, was not alarmed but rather delighted. He let out a wild laugh, his Battle Intent erupting like a volcano, and once again met Venerable Dry Bones, whose Aura had become even more frenzied from burning his Origin.

"Old bones, fighting to the death? Just as I like it! This young Revered Master will play with you to the very end! God of War Nine Tribulations — Slaughter Immortal!"

Dark golden halberd shadows tore through the sky, colliding furiously with the sky-obscuring Nether Ghost Claws. Each clash unleashed destructive energy ripples!