903: Chapter 904 Zhao Kun, Dead!

The five of them looked up simultaneously and saw a row of figures standing in the shadows at the edge of the dense forest several hundred zhang away.

Standing at the head was none other than Zhao Kun, with dozens of Xuanwu Peak Disciples standing behind him.

Most of their cultivation levels were at the fifth stage of the Heaven-Reaching Realm or higher; clearly, they had received a message and arrived here early to set an ambush.

Seeing the five of them charging straight toward him, Zhao Kun wore a cruel sneer: "Run, why aren't you running anymore? I've been waiting for you here for a long time!"

The five of them involuntarily slowed their pace, yet this momentary pause gave Zhao Qian an opportunity.

"Die!"

Behind them, Zhao Qian's roar suddenly exploded!

Taking advantage of the moment the five slowed down, he abruptly closed the distance, clutching his right hand in the air as earth-yellow spiritual energy wildly coalesced around him.

The ground trembled as countless stones and soil rose from the earth, converging above his head into an earth-yellow spear a hundred zhang long.

The entire spear shimmered with heavy earth-element dao patterns, its tip as sharp as an awl, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.

"Go!"

Zhao Qian swung his arm, and the hundred-zhang earth spear tore through the air, emitting a piercing sonic boom as it shot toward the direction where the five were located!

"Scatter!"

Xiao Ruobai's pupils contracted, and he issued a warning immediately.

The five of them rolled away in different directions almost simultaneously to dodge.

The earth spear grazed their afterimages and slammed into the ground a hundred zhang ahead, blasting out a giant crater dozens of zhang in diameter.

The shockwave uprooted the surrounding trees, and soil and stones poured down like a torrential rain.

"It's not over yet!"

Zhao Qian sneered, clutching his hands in the air, preparing to coalesce the earth spear again, but suddenly his expression changed.

The spiritual energy within his body was receding at an abnormal rate.

The medicinal power of the Yuan-Enhancing Pill had reached its limit.

That surging, powerful force drained from his limbs and bones like a receding tide, replaced by a wave of intense weakness.

His legs trembled slightly, his breathing became rapid, and the golden patterns on the surface of his skin began to dim and fade.

Yet at this moment, his mind relaxed slightly.

This was because figures were swarming in the dense forest behind him, as hundreds of Xuanwu Peak Disciples had caught up.

Zhao Qian exhaled a breath of stale air, suppressed the churning blood and Qi in his body, and locked his gaze coldly on those five figures ahead.

Although he had entered a period of weakness, this was not important, because the encirclement was complete, and those five had no way to escape.

"Big Brother!"

Zhao Kun wore a smile as if asking for credit: "I brought people over the moment I received the message, just in time to block their path! With attacks from front and back, they can't run!"

"Well done." Zhao Qian's voice was hoarse and cold. "Guard the path ahead, don't let a single one escape."

"Rest assured!" Zhao Kun patted his chest, looking with a cruel sneer at the five, including Xiao Ruobai, who were caught in the middle.

"Even if the King of Heaven himself came today, he wouldn't be able to save them!"

Zhao Qian said no more, sat cross-legged, and took out a few drops of Spirit Spring Liquid to consume.

He needed to recover as quickly as possible to personally strip the tendons and peel the skin of the few people before him.

Meanwhile, in the surrounding dense forest, those Prodigies and Inner Sect Disciples who had been following also stopped their steps one after another.

Hiding among the tree shadows, they locked their Divine Thought onto the center of the battlefield.

"They've been encircled," a Core Disciple from Ziyang Peak whispered, a flash of pity in his eyes.

"Those five are done for. There are Xuanwu Peak people in front and behind; although Zhao Qian is weak, the people his brother brought are not to be trifled with."

"It's a pity about that Myriad Phenomenon Origin." Another person shook his head. "If it falls into Zhao Qian's hands, none of us will get a share."

Similar discussions quietly spread through the surrounding dense forest.

Some felt pity, some gloated, and some secretly calculated how to reap the benefits as the third party.

Yet the five, including Xiao Ruobai, who were surrounded in the center, were exceptionally calm at this moment.

Mo Yu's Qilin shimmer faded, his aura settled and dense, his whole body tense, ready to fight to the death at any moment.

Dong Li narrowed his eyes, his invisible Divine Thought spread out with full force, probing all the murderous intent around him, his expression grave to the extreme.

Fang Hanyu's Sword Intent soared to the sky, brimming with Battle Intent.

Xiao Ruobai stood on the spot, lifting his eyes to scan the encirclement from front and back; there was no panic in his eyes, only a deep, cold chill.

"Charge through." His voice was calm and firm.

Seeing this, Zhao Kun sneered and waved his hand: "Kill them for me! Dead or alive, it doesn't matter!"

The moment his words fell, the Xuanwu Peak Disciples from both front and back erupted simultaneously.

Flashing blades and swords, roaring spiritual energy, all crushed toward the five like a tidal wave!

And in that same instant, the five simultaneously erupted with their strongest combat power in this desperate situation.

Xiao Ruobai took the lead, sweeping his great halberd out, the golden halberd radiance slicing across like a bolt of silk.

The three Xuanwu Peak Disciples charging at the very front didn't even have time to scream before being cut in half at the waist!

Mo Yu followed closely behind; a low beast roar resounded through the mountain forest, and his dormant Qilin Bloodline boiled once again.

Crimson flames swept around his body once again, the wild, ancient pressure shaking the surroundings.

The scorching airflow baked the surrounding air until it warped, forcibly tearing open a path for their charge.

Fang Hanyu's white clothes fluttered, his Sword Intent contained close to his body, his movement technique ethereal and sharp.

Every step he took avoided fatal attacks, and he condensed fine sword Qi at his fingertips, specifically targeting the defensive flaws of his opponents.

Dong Li opened his Divine Thought fully, spreading his Mental Energy wantonly to interfere with their Divine Soul.

Wang Xiaopang waved his hand, and Talismans filled the sky, exploding in mid-air; lightning, fire, and wind forces intertwined and ravaged.

Blasting out waves of violent air, it forcibly pushed back several Disciples in the front row, suppressing the enemy formation.

"Form up! Stop them!"

Zhao Kun's laughter came to an abrupt halt; he hadn't expected these five to be so fierce, killing several of his people the moment they clashed.

He hastily shouted sternly: "Form up! Use the Earth Shield Barrier to block them! Crush them to death!"

Hearing this, dozens of Xuanwu Peak Disciples immediately formed a formation, heavy earth-element spiritual energy stacking layer upon layer, transforming into a continuous barrier of Earth Shields, blocking the middle of the mountain path.

At the same time, they all drew their weapons, and countless blade flashes, sword shadows, palm force, and spiritual energy roared toward the five.

Boom—!

The offense and defense collided instantly, a violent spiritual energy shockwave exploded, dust flew into the sky, and all the trees snapped.

But this group of Xuanwu Disciples never expected that the five, in this desperate situation, possessed combat power far exceeding their normal state.

Xiao Ruobai punched out, his golden Battle Intent crushing everything arrogantly, forcibly smashing through several layers of earth-element defenses.

His fist force undiminished, it smashed directly onto the chests of two Heaven-Reaching Realm fifth-stage Disciples.

Two dull, miserable thuds rang out; the chests of those two Disciples instantly collapsed, their bones shattered inch by inch.

Spitting blood from their mouths, they were sent flying backward, and after landing, they made no more sound, dying instantly.

Mo Yu's Qilin flames swept and surged, the scorching fire instantly swallowing several Disciples.

Burning them until their spiritual energy dissipated, they screamed endlessly, their skin and flesh charred black, falling heavily to the ground, completely losing their combat power.

Fang Hanyu's movement technique was elusive as he shuttled through the enemy formation, his sword Qi fine but precise and lethal.

Every strike slit throats and severed meridians, taking down several people instantly, clean and swift.

Wang Xiaopang's Talismans exploded in succession, constantly disrupting the enemy's formation, causing their defensive formation to completely collapse, unable to form an encirclement and suppression.

In just a few breaths of time, the originally seamless blockade formation was hacked to pieces by the five, forcing them into a rout.

Severed limbs, broken wood, pools of blood, and dust covered the mountain path; screams, roars, and the sounds of exploding spiritual energy intertwined.

The dozens of Xuanwu Peak ambushers were dead, crippled, or severely wounded, no longer able to block them.

Zhao Kun's face turned completely pale, his initial contempt turning into extreme horror.

He turned to run, but Xiao Ruobai had already locked onto him.

A golden halberd radiance arrived, tearing through the air; Zhao Kun only had time to let out a short, miserable scream before his head flew high into the air.

Blood gushed from his neck like a fountain.

His face, still wearing an expression of horror and disbelief, tumbled twice in the air before falling heavily to the ground.

Rolling along, the head tumbled several zhang away, stopping beside a loose stone.

He died with his eyes wide open.

At that instant, the entire mountain forest seemed to have been pressed with a pause button.

All sounds disappeared at this moment.

Hundreds of Xuanwu Peak Disciples froze in place, their pupils contracting, faces full of terror, staring fixedly at the rolling head ahead.

Zhao Kun was dead.

Zhao Qian's own younger brother, the most favored grandson of the Xuanwu Peak Third Elder, had been beheaded just like that.

"He... how could he dare..."

A Xuanwu Peak Core Disciple's voice was trembling, his face pale as paper.

"That is the Third Elder's most beloved grandson... How could he dare..."

Even the Prodigies from various peaks who were hiding and watching in the surrounding dense forest all gasped in shock.

Their eyes were filled with unbelievable shock.

Were these five people... crazy?!