902: Chapter 903 Xuanwu Peak Sweeps Out All Its Strength

Zhao Qian's entire body surged with golden patterns, his eyes blood-red, and his monstrous rage almost overturned the entire valley.

He had watched helplessly as the once-in-ten-thousand-year Myriad Manifestations Origin was snatched away by Fang Hanyu.

All his efforts from the previous bloody battle, using his trump card, and swallowing the Yuan-Enhancing Pill had all come to nothing, and the humiliation and killing intent in his heart had long since shattered his reason.

"Seal all exits in the middle layer of the Secret Realm!"

"Notify all Xuanwu Peak Disciples; if you see those five, kill them without mercy!"

"Whoever can capture any one of them will be rewarded with 100,000 High Grade Heavenly Stones and ten cups of Spiritual Spring Liquid!"

"Yes!"

Under the heavy reward, the eyes of the Xuanwu Peak Disciples all turned red.

Hundreds of Disciples roared in unison, their killing intent monstrous, as they swarmed in the direction where the five had disappeared like a plague of locusts.

Those who were originally hesitant and watching were driven mad with envy upon hearing the reward of 100,000 High Grade Heavenly Stones.

Dense crowds of figures, like a black tide, poured down the mountain paths into the vast sea of forest; the mountains and plains were filled with the roars of Xuanwu Peak Disciples and the sounds of them stepping through the air.

Zhao Qian himself was the first to transform into a streak of golden light, rushing to the very front.

The effects of the Yuan-Enhancing Pill were still at their Peak, and golden spiritual light surged endlessly around his body.

Zhao Qian's speed was extreme, leaving the Xuanwu Peak Disciples behind him far in the distance.

He wanted to personally catch up to those five ants and snatch back the Myriad Manifestations Origin that should have belonged to him.

Only when the scene of the Xuanwu Peak Disciples swarming out and Zhao Qian personally giving chase came into view did the thousands of surrounding Tianyuan Sect Disciples wake up from their dream, and an uproar erupted.

"Who on earth are they? To actually dare to snatch treasure from Zhao Qian's hands?"

"This is too crazy! The five great Nine Heavens Prodigies had been deadlocked for so long, and the situation where Zhao Qian had played all his trump cards and was sure to win was actually intercepted by a few people!"

"I recognize them! That youth in white is called Fang Hanyu, a newcomer who just joined the Sect! And that fatty who uses Talismans is there too!"

"Hiss—are these newcomers crazy? They even dare to rob Zhao Qian's things?"

"But then again, Zhao Qian directly offered a reward of 100,000 High Grade Heavenly Stones; that is too extravagant! Those five newcomers are completely finished now, surrounded and intercepted by hundreds of Xuanwu Peak Disciples. Plus, with Zhao Qian, who swallowed the Yuan-Enhancing Pill and is in his Peak state, personally taking action, they won't be able to escape even with wings!"

Many ordinary Disciples with low cultivation shook their heads, concluding that the five of them, including Xiao Ruobai, would undoubtedly die.

But there were also some quick-witted Prodigies who coveted the Myriad Manifestations Origin, and a look of calculation flashed in their eyes.

"What a supreme treasure the Myriad Manifestations Origin is; if one could snatch it from their hands during the chaos, what is a mere 100,000 Heavenly Stones?"

"Let's go, follow them and see. The Xuanwu Peak forces are chasing hard in front; we will follow from behind and wait for an opportunity to act, sitting back and reaping the rewards!"

As the words fell, many core and Inner Sect Disciples from Ziyang Peak, Biluo Peak, and Tianjian Peak set off one after another.

They followed far behind the main force of Xuanwu Peak, trailing at a leisurely pace, preparing to wait until both sides were exhausted before moving in to snatch it.

Meanwhile, in the valley, Bai Wuchen, Yanlie, Chu Dao, and Su Wanyue exchanged glances, with complex expressions flashing in their eyes.

Just moments ago, everyone had been shocked by the Peak combat power Zhao Qian had unleashed, concluding that the Myriad Manifestations Origin would surely belong to him.

No one expected that five inconspicuous newly promoted Inner Sect Disciples would appear out of nowhere, forcibly snatch the fortune, and make off with it.

"Interesting."

Bai Wuchen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth; far from being angry, he instead revealed a playful smile.

"To be able to snatch the Myriad Manifestations Origin right under Zhao Qian's nose—these five newcomers are quite interesting."

Yanlie snorted coldly: "Interesting? I think they are courting death. Zhao Qian has suffered such a huge loss; if he doesn't skin them and pull out their tendons, he isn't Zhao Qian."

"That may not be the case." Su Wanyue spoke indifferently, her gaze narrowing slightly.

"Think about it carefully; even Zhao Qian was hit by that Mental Energy shock earlier. A newcomer at the Tongtian First Stage, whose Mental Energy can forcibly interfere with Zhao Qian, who is at the Peak of the ninth stage—what kind of concept is that?"

Yanlie and Chu Dao fell silent for a moment.

Su Wanyue continued: "And those two who stayed behind to cover them. They took Zhao Qian's rage-filled strike head-on; the power of that palm was something the four of us could only barely block by joining forces. Those two newcomers at the Tongtian First Stage actually withstood it and were still able to escape alive."

"..."

Yanlie's expression changed, and he put away some of his contempt.

Chu Dao gripped his long saber, was silent for a long while, and said in a muffled voice: "It is indeed not right. Those five are not that simple."

Bai Wuchen gently stroked the ancient sword in his arms, a deep light flashing in his eyes: "Regardless, the Myriad Manifestations Origin is no longer in Zhao Qian's hands. For us, this might not be a bad thing."

The four exchanged a look, understanding each other without words.

If the Myriad Manifestations Origin fell into Zhao Qian's hands, none of them would get any benefits.

But if it fell into the hands of five newcomers at the Tongtian First Stage, that meant there was still a chance.

For a time, countless Cultivators in the mountains of the middle layer of the Secret Realm all converged in the same direction.

The torrent of pursuit was vast and mighty, with a terrifying momentum.

Meanwhile, deep in the high-altitude clouds.

Liu Qingyao, dressed in white, stood quietly, taking in the earth-shattering reversal at the bottom of the valley.

Just a moment ago, when the two of them, Xiao Ruobai and the other, took on the Nine Heavens Peak killing blow head-on and were on the verge of being severely injured and falling, her fingertips had paused slightly, and a wisp of gentle spiritual power had already quietly condensed.

But after a moment, she ultimately slowly withdrew her hand.

Because those two had forcibly withstood it.

Not only did they withstand it, but they also used the recoil force to accelerate their retreat; their tacit understanding and precise judgment were completely natural.

A trace of disbelief quietly flashed in Liu Qingyao's eyes.

A Tongtian First Stage Cultivator could actually be this tacit, use weakness to shake the strong, and forcibly snatch the fortune from the hands of a Ninth Stage Peak expert.

This courage, this coordination, and this ability to adapt on the spot were truly unexpected.

"Is this what Father meant by... peerless Genius?"

She whispered to herself, her gaze lingering for a moment in the direction where the five had disappeared, the appreciation in her eyes gradually turning into determination.

The next moment, her figure moved slightly, and she followed silently.

No matter what, she had to protect them.

Deep in the vast sea of forest, five figures were speeding at full capacity.

Xiao Ruobai was rushing at the very front, his sharp gaze scanning the terrain ahead, constantly adjusting their escape route.

Behind them, a streak of golden light was in hot pursuit, its speed extreme; wherever it passed, trees exploded one after another, and wood chips flew everywhere.

Zhao Qian was in the lead, leaving all the Xuanwu Disciples far behind.

The effects of the Yuan-Enhancing Pill were still at their Peak, his aura as scorching as molten lava, and every step he took left a cracked footprint on the ground.

Further away, the continuous roars of pursuit rose and fell.

Countless Divine Senses, like a fishing net, covered the entire mountain forest, firmly locking onto their whereabouts.

"Damn it, there are so many people!" Little Fatty said while running wildly, looking back, his face pale.

"This Zhao Qian is truly crazy; he has mobilized half the Disciples in the Secret Realm to block us!"

"His speed is too fast." Mo Yu said in a deep voice.

"We have been running with all our might for so long, and he is actually still clinging on. The effects of the Yuan-Enhancing Pill are too tyrannical."

"It's not just a problem of speed."

Xiao Ruobai spread out his Divine Thought, his brows slightly furrowed.

"He is sending messages while chasing; there must be people blocking us ahead. If we keep running like this, we will be surrounded sooner or later."

"Then what should we do?" Little Fatty panted, "Shall we just fight them?"

"Let's see first." Xiao Ruobai's eyes flickered.

"See how tight their encirclement is, then find a Breakthrough point."

Before he could finish speaking, Dong Li suddenly spoke: "Boss, there is someone ahead!"