896: Chapter 897 Kill!!

Li Ye spat out a huge mouthful of blood in midair. His body crashed through three ancient trees before embedding heavily into a rock wall.

*Crack...*

The rock wall shattered, and Li Ye slid down like a puddle of mud, his entire body charred black.

The overbearing aura of the Qilin True Fire still lingered in his Meridians, frantically burning away his life force.

He struggled to raise his head, his vision already blurred by blood.

Through the rain of fire filling the sky, a slender figure was walking slowly toward him.

The flames around Mo Yu had not yet died down. With every step he took, the swamp beneath his feet turned into scorched earth.

He looked down from above at Li Ye below the rock wall, his gaze as indifferent as if he were looking at a corpse.

"You... what on earth are you..."

Looking at this youth who resembled a god of death, Li Ye's voice trembled, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He had cultivated for tens of thousands of years and had been through countless battles, big and small, yet he had never seen such a bizarre scene.

He was at the sixth layer of the Tongtian Realm, and his earth-attribute Cultivation Technique was naturally adept at both offense and defense, as well as suppressing opponents.

Moreover, he had launched a preemptive sneak attack and unleashed his ultimate moves with all his might; he should have easily crushed his opponent.

Yet this newcomer, who was only at the first layer of the Tongtian Realm, had actually shattered his proudest ultimate technique with a single punch.

The five-layer gap in cultivation Realm was as if it didn't exist. The foundation of the person before him had long surpassed the understanding of anyone in the same Realm.

Mo Yu did not answer, only looking at him quietly.

In those crimson-gold vertical pupils, there was no pity, no hesitation, only naked killing intent.

Li Ye's scalp went numb under such a gaze, his former arrogance completely vanishing.

In its place was a fear that penetrated deep into his bones.

He desperately tried to get up and flee, but his Meridians were entirely scorched by the Qilin True Fire, leaving his whole body limp and powerless.

There was nowhere to run.

Using the last of his strength, he struggled to his knees from beneath the shattered rock wall, his forehead slamming heavily onto the scorched earth.

"Don't... don't kill me!"

Li Ye trembled all over, tears and snot streaming down his face, completely devoid of the prestige of a Core Disciple.

"Junior Brother Mo Yu! No, Lord Mo Yu! Spare my life! I am Senior Brother Zhao's man.

If you kill me, you will be openly defying Senior Brother Zhao and violating the Sect's taboo!"

"Senior Brother Zhao will never let you off! He... he is a True Disciple, he..."

This threat only earned a faint sneer from Mo Yu.

"I'll be waiting for them."

A gold-red firelight flashed and vanished at Mo Yu's fingertip, precisely tapping the exact center of Li Ye's forehead.

The shrill pleas for mercy stopped abruptly. Li Ye's body froze in place for a moment.

Then, he slowly toppled forward, his forehead resting on the scorched earth in front of Mo Yu's feet, never to move again.

His body appeared completely intact on the outside, but all life force within had been utterly incinerated by that wisp of Qilin True Fire.

Mo Yu withdrew his finger, glanced down at the corpse kneeling at his feet, and waved his hand.

A wisp of gold-red flame landed on Li Ye's corpse, and his body was instantly engulfed entirely by the Qilin flames.

In just a few breaths, his flesh, bones, and Divine Soul were completely burned to ashes.

Not even a speck of ash was left behind, leaving only a storage ring that had rolled out, lying quietly on the scorched earth.

A gentle breeze blew past, scattering the ashes into the swamp's mist, as if this person had never existed.

Mo Yu raised his hand to summon the storage ring into his grasp, sweeping his spiritual energy inside for a cursory scan.

Spirit Stones, Medicinal Pills, several Jade Slips of Cultivation Techniques, and some scattered Materials from the Secret Realm—it wasn't extremely rich, but it wasn't a wasted effort either.

He then took the Seven-Leaf Fire Lotus. Its petals were like fire, and its seven leaves unfolded in layers, emitting a warm and pure fire-attribute Spiritual Qi.

This Spirit Medicine was the greatest harvest of this trip. Nourishing and refining it with Qilin True Fire would be enough to advance his cultivation by another small step.

He put away the fire lotus properly, and as his gaze swept across the devastated battlefield around him, his brow furrowed imperceptibly.

The commotion caused here was not small, and there was no guarantee it wouldn't attract other people from Xuanwu Peak.

Although Li Ye was dead, there were many Core Disciples under Zhao Qian's command. If he were to be entangled by them, troubles would only come one after another.

His mind made up, Mo Yu delayed no longer. His figure turned into a streak of gold-red light and vanished from the spot.

On the other side, Xiao Ruobai dashed swiftly toward the direction where the fluctuations of Spiritual Qi were most intense.

Along the way, ancient ruins stretched endlessly, and traces of ancient remains could be seen everywhere among the broken walls.

He did not rush for success, but instead searched as he walked, collecting the scattered Cultivation Technique stone carvings and Spiritual Plants one by one.

When he reached a palace that was more than half-collapsed, he suddenly stopped.

In the ruins ahead, faint fluctuations of spiritual energy collisions could be heard, mixed with several low-pitched arguments.

Xiao Ruobai's eyes narrowed slightly. With a flash of his figure, he quietly hid behind a nearby ruined pillar, holding his breath to watch silently.

He saw two Inner Sect Disciples dressed in Ziyang Peak robes arguing endlessly around a broken jade tablet.

On the jade tablet, there remained half a page of yellowed ancient pill inscriptions. The writing was obscure and carried a long-lasting Dao Rhyme; it was impressively a fragment of an ancient Spirit-Tempering Pill formula.

"I discovered this Pill Formula first, so it naturally belongs to me!"

"Stop being so unreasonable! Secret Realm opportunities belong to the virtuous. Whoever grabs it gets it. Why should it belong to you?"

The two of them could not reach an agreement, and the spiritual energy around their bodies was faintly restless. They had already resolved to fight for it.

Xiao Ruobai watched coldly from the sidelines for a moment. Taking advantage of the gap while the two were entangled in a tussle and their attention was entirely focused on each other,

his figure swept out like a gentle breeze, without carrying a single trace of presence.

With a light sweep of spiritual energy from his fingertips, he precisely took the complete core fragment of the pill inscription from the jade tablet. His movements were as smooth as flowing water, fast to the extreme.

By the time the two Ziyang Peak Disciples noticed something was wrong and turned around, only an empty, broken jade tablet remained, along with a slender back fading into the distance.

"Who is it?!" The two were shocked and shouted sharply, immediately stepping forward to give chase.

But when they spread out their Divine Thoughts to investigate, they found that the other party's aura was faint and unpredictable.

In an instant, he had vanished into the layers of mist of the ancient ruins, leaving them with no way to track him at all.

The two looked at each other, filled with shock and uncertainty, and ultimately did not dare to rashly pursue him deeper.

After succeeding, Xiao Ruobai did not linger, heading straight into the heart of the ruins.

He put away the fragment of the Pill Formula while continuously sensing the fluctuations of Spiritual Qi throughout the Secret Realm. The deeper he went, the richer the Spiritual Qi became, and the Dao Rhyme between heaven and earth grew increasingly profound.

He could vaguely feel that deep within this Secret Realm, an extremely massive fortune was quietly brewing.

At the same time, in various regions of the Secret Realm, completely different encounters were playing out.

On the eastern side of the Secret Realm, the Ancient Sword Ruins.

Here, the mountains were steep and cliffs stood in abundance. Countless rusted broken swords were stabbed all over the cliffside.

Sword Qi crisscrossed, refusing to dissipate even after hundreds of years, and a cold, overbearing sword-path pressure lingered in the air.

Clad in plain robes, Fang Hanyu stood tall by the cliffside. The Sword Intent in his eyes was crystal clear, and his aura faintly resonated with the entire sword domain.

His landing spot happened to be the sword-path ruins area exclusive to the Wanxiang Secret Realm.

At the very top of the cliff, a green broken sword, half-buried in the mountain stone, glowed with a faint green light.

A rich, ancient sword rhyme remained within the sword body, making it the top sword-path Opportunity in the entire ruins.

Just as Fang Hanyu stepped forward, intending to examine the broken sword, a cold and proud shout suddenly resounded from the Void Realm.

"A mere Inner Sect Disciple should stop. This sword is not something you can touch. Leave quickly, lest you bring trouble upon yourself."

PS: More to come later.