900: Chapter 901 Zhao Qian's Outburst

"Charge!"

"Seize the Spirit Spring Liquid!"

Countless Disciples surged forward like a tide.

Some walked through the air, some sprinted along the ground, and others hurled Magic Treasures directly at their competitors.

They knew in their hearts that the core of the spring was destined to be in the hands of the top Prodigies; it was not something they were qualified to covet.

However, the Spirit Spring Liquid contained within the spring itself was also a rare treasure.

It was the essence nurtured by the Spirit Spring for ten thousand years, with every drop containing pure Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi and life essence.

If an ordinary Cultivator could obtain a cup, it would be enough to cleanse their marrow, strengthen their dao foundation, and save hundreds of years of bitter cultivation.

The oppressive silence was broken in an instant, replaced by heaven-shaking shouts of battle, the roar of colliding spiritual power, and the crisp clashing of Magic Treasures.

The chaotic battle erupted completely.

Five figures moved almost at the same time.

Zhao Qian, Tianjian Peak Personal Disciple Bai Wuchen, Ziyang Peak Personal Disciple Yanlie, Biluo Peak Personal Disciple Chu Dao, and Su Wanyue—five top Prodigies—charged toward the core of the Spirit Spring simultaneously.

There was no discussion, no hesitation; everyone knew that whoever was a step slower at this moment would miss out on the fortuitous encounter.

Boom!

Zhao Qian struck out with a palm toward the nearest Ziyang Peak Personal Disciple Yanlie, a phantom of a mountain pressing down.

Ziyang Peak Personal Disciple Yanlie countered by blasting a ball of flames, using the recoil force to accelerate forward, refusing to get entangled in a fight with him.

Biluo Peak Personal Disciple Chu Dao slashed his saber toward the back of Tianjian Peak Personal Disciple Bai Wuchen, attempting to force him back.

Tianjian Peak Personal Disciple Bai Wuchen dodged to the side and countered with a sword strike toward the wrist of Biluo Peak Personal Disciple Chu Dao, forcing him to retract his saber to defend.

Su Wanyue did not attack head-on, but spiritual light flickered at her fingertips.

Several invisible threads of spiritual power had already coiled around the ankles of Tianjian Peak Personal Disciple Bai Wuchen, who was closest to the core, attempting to hinder his pace.

The five engaged in a frantic battle while charging toward the core, with palm prints, Sword Qi, Saber Qi, flames, and spiritual power threads intertwined, the rumbling sounds incessant.

The violent aftermath of the battle spread in all directions, shaking the ordinary Disciples who were trying to approach and seize the Spirit Spring Liquid, forcing them to retreat repeatedly.

Some were sent flying directly by the shockwaves, vomiting blood, and dared not take another step forward.

Zhao Qian, relying on his profound cultivation and overbearing palm power, managed to charge to the very front at one point.

But just as he was about to reach out and touch the core, the Sword Qi of Tianjian Peak Personal Disciple Bai Wuchen pierced toward his heart, forcing Zhao Qian to dodge to the side.

Immediately after, Ziyang Peak Personal Disciple Yanlie seized the gap created by Zhao Qian's evasion, suddenly accelerated, paved the way with flames, and instantly surpassed Zhao Qian.

However, before he could even rejoice, the Saber Qi of Biluo Peak Personal Disciple Chu Dao slashed from the side, forcing him to turn back and block.

The two exchanged seven or eight blows in mid-air, firelight and Saber Qi intertwined, and neither could advance further.

Tianjian Peak Personal Disciple Bai Wuchen, taking advantage of their entanglement, stepped on sword light and swept past like a white rainbow, instantly closing in on the core.

However, his ankles suddenly tightened; the spiritual power threads laid by Su Wanyue tightened at this moment, dragging him back half a step.

It was this half-step difference that allowed Zhao Qian to catch up again, striking a palm toward the back of Tianjian Peak Personal Disciple Bai Wuchen.

Tianjian Peak Personal Disciple Bai Wuchen blocked with his sword, was repelled several zhang, and a trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

"Su Wanyue!" Tianjian Peak Personal Disciple Bai Wuchen glanced at her coldly.

Su Wanyue's expression remained unchanged; she flicked her fingertips, and another thread of spiritual power shot out silently, this time targeting Zhao Qian.

The five went back and forth like this, keeping each other in check.

Whoever charged to the front would be beaten back by the joint efforts of the other four.

Whoever wanted to stop and catch their breath would immediately be forced to continue fighting by the attacks of the others.

Every time someone was about to touch the core, the attacks of at least two people would land on them simultaneously, forcing them to give up.

The air in the valley was turned upside down by the violent spiritual power, and terrifying spiritual power shockwaves constantly swept through the valley.

Many Cultivators on the periphery who could not dodge in time were injured on the spot by the shockwaves, screaming incessantly.

The chaotic battle in the center of the valley intensified, with all five major Prodigies fighting with true fire, their bodies more or less injured, and their spiritual power consumption immense.

Tianjian Peak Personal Disciple Bai Wuchen's arm was severely injured by the Earth Dao, with several wounds deep enough to see bone constantly bleeding.

Ziyang Peak Personal Disciple Yanlie took a saber strike to the chest from Biluo Peak Personal Disciple Chu Dao, and his blazing fire Dao Rhyme weakened by thirty percent.

Biluo Peak Personal Disciple Chu Dao was covered in burn marks, and Su Wanyue's spiritual power consumption was immense, her forehead covered in beads of sweat.

Zhao Qian, relying on his thick Earth Dao Body, withstood countless attacks; although his injuries were the lightest, his internal spiritual power was also nearly half depleted, and his breathing was slightly rapid.

But even so, the five showed no intention of stopping.

And beneath their feet, the chaotic battle on the periphery was equally tragic.

Thousands of Disciples were blinded by bloodlust in the struggle for the Spirit Spring Liquid, and the edges of the valley were filled with the light of colliding spiritual power and shrill screams.

Some had just grabbed a cup of Spirit Spring Liquid and, before they could rejoice, were taken down by a cold sword stabbing from behind.

Some were willing to kill their fellow Disciples for a bowl of Spirit Spring Liquid.

Others took advantage of the chaos to sneak into the area near the core, attempting to steal more Spirit Spring Liquid.

Only to be sent flying by the shockwaves of the battle between Zhao Qian and the others, their life or death unknown.

The Spirit Spring Liquid in the Spirit Spring pool was decreasing at a rate visible to the naked eye.

The pool water, which had originally accumulated to a depth of half a foot, had already dropped by nearly a third.

At this rate, in a short while at most, the Spirit Spring Liquid would be completely divided up.

Xiao Ruobai and the others were also mixed in the chaotic crowd, silently collecting the Spirit Spring Liquid.

Their movements were extremely fast, their techniques extremely steady; with every move, they could precisely intercept a small stream of Spirit Spring Liquid and then quickly store it in a bottle, leaving no trace.

Zhao Qian looked at the chaotic scene before him, the five major Prodigies locked in an endless struggle, and the peripheral Disciples frantically competing for the Spirit Spring Liquid.

And that Myriad Phenomenon Origin, which he was determined to obtain, had been dangling right in front of him for so long, yet he still could not get his hands on it.

His patience finally ran out.

"A bunch of ants, daring to act presumptuously in front of me!"

Zhao Qian suddenly roared, the circulation of spiritual power in his body accelerated abruptly, and a stronger aura erupted from within him.

Nine Heavens Late Stage!

Boom!

The pressure spread like a tide, the ground cracked, and the rocks trembled.

Tianjian Peak Personal Disciple Bai Wuchen, Ziyang Peak Personal Disciple Yanlie, Biluo Peak Personal Disciple Chu Dao, and Su Wanyue all changed expressions slightly, their footsteps involuntarily retreating half a step.

"Nine Heavens Late Stage?" Ziyang Peak Personal Disciple Yanlie narrowed his eyes, his tone carrying a hint of gravity, "You actually hid a hand."

Zhao Qian stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the four from a superior position, a cold sneer hanging on the corner of his mouth:

"Retreat now, and I can spare your lives."

The four did not answer, but they did not retreat either.

They exchanged glances, spiritual power surging in their bodies simultaneously; clearly, they intended to join forces.

Zhao Qian's eyes turned cold.

"You refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit."

He reached into his robes and took out a Medicinal Pill that was golden all over.

Once the Medicinal Pill appeared, a rich medicinal fragrance permeated the air, the body of the pill shimmering with a faint golden halo, and the faint sound of a Dragon's roar could be heard emanating from it.

Yuan Enhancement Pill.

This was the trump card he had obtained at a great cost before entering the Secret Realm.

This pill was refined from several rare Heaven And Earth Treasures and could, in a short period, boost the user's combat power.

It could push it to a level surpassing one's own limits, with minimal side effects, only bringing a short period of weakness without damaging the Foundation.

He originally did not want to use it here.

But right now, he could not care about that much.

Zhao Qian threw the Yuan Enhancement Pill into his mouth; the Medicinal Pill melted as soon as it hit his throat.

The next moment, an aura of extreme terror erupted suddenly from his body.

His eyes flashed with a layer of rich golden light, and ancient patterns appeared on the surface of his skin.

His long hair danced wildly without wind, and every inch of air around him trembled violently under the pressure he emitted.

That aura had far exceeded the category of Nine Heavens Late Stage, directly approaching the Nine Heavens Peak.

It even faintly touched upon another higher level.