904: Chapter 905 No Mercy!

Zhao Qian's figure, currently sitting cross-legged and regulating his breathing, shuddered violently.

He slowly turned his head, his gaze falling upon the severed head that had rolled not far away.

Zhao Kun's face still held the expression from his final moment before death: terror, disbelief, and unwillingness.

His eyes were wide open, as if he could not believe, even in death, that he would die at the hands of five newcomers at the first level of the Heaven-Reaching Realm.

Zhao Qian's pupils suddenly constricted, his breath hitching for a moment, and then—

"Zhao Kun—!!!"

A roar filled with boundless grief and monstrous killing intent erupted from his throat.

It shook the mountain forest, causing the trees to tremble and countless birds to take flight in panic.

He stood up abruptly, his spiritual power surging uncontrollably due to his intense emotional fluctuations, causing the ground to crack and rubble to tremble.

His eyes were instantly bloodshot, and veins bulged on his temples and neck.

That face, which had originally been quite handsome, was now twisted like an evil ghost.

He had witnessed Zhao Kun's head roll away with his own eyes, and that scene pierced his Divine Soul like a sharp blade.

The humiliation of having the myriad phenomenon origin snatched away just moments ago, the anger from being toyed with throughout the Secret Realm.

Coupled with the extreme agony of watching his own brother die tragically before his eyes, all these emotions broke through his restraints and spiraled completely out of control.

"You… you…"

His voice was so hoarse that the words were barely audible; every syllable seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

"How dare you kill my brother! I want all five of you to be buried with him!!"

Zhao Qian stomped his foot, sending rubble flying into the air as he charged out like a madman.

Even though the medicinal power of the Medicinal Pill was fading and his internal spiritual power was depleted, the monstrous hatred in his heart forcibly generated a fierce pressure far exceeding his normal state.

Hundreds of Xuanwu Peak Disciples behind him were swept up by this wave of frantic killing intent, ignoring the fear in their hearts.

They roared and charged forward, following close behind Zhao Qian, their dense numbers blocking every possible retreat.

Zhao Qian slammed his hands together, weaving dao patterns between his palms, which transformed into a phantom of a Xuanwu dozens of zhang tall, crashing down towards Xiao Ruobai and the other four!

"Block it!"

Xiao Ruobai gave a low shout, and all five of them moved simultaneously.

Xiao Ruobai threw both fists forward, sending golden fist energy roaring toward the Xuanwu phantom.

Fang Hanyu slashed with his sword finger, and a Chaos sword energy struck directly at the phantom's head.

The Qilin phantom behind Mo Yu opened its mouth, spewing a torrent of red-gold flames.

Wang Xiaopang waved his hands repeatedly, and dozens of defensive Talismans instantly formed a barrier.

Dong Li's Mental Energy transformed into an invisible wall, overlaying the barrier.

Boom—!

The Xuanwu phantom crashed down; the barrier trembled violently and became covered in cracks, but it ultimately did not shatter.

The five of them used the force of the recoil to slide back several zhang, standing firmly.

Zhao Qian's attack had failed, and his aura weakened further, yet the madness in his eyes only intensified.

He forcibly gathered his spiritual power, wanting to strike again, but a sense of emptiness surged up within him, and his Meridians throbbed with pain.

His figure swayed involuntarily.

A trusted Disciple quickly stepped forward to support him, frantically feeding him a Medicinal Pill.

"Senior Brother Zhao, are you alright?"

He shoved the person away, the madness in his eyes undiminished, and his hoarse roar echoed through the crowd: "Everyone surround them, trap them tight!"

Hundreds of Xuanwu Disciples responded in unison; blade light, palm force, and earth-style techniques overlapped, pressing in from all sides, leaving no gaps.

Xiao Ruobai took a step forward, golden battle-hardened Evil Qi soaring into the sky. His cold gaze swept across the sea of people surrounding him, and his voice rang out like a great bell through the mountain forest:

"This matter is merely a private feud between me, Xiao Ruobai, and the Zhao family; it has nothing to do with any of you. Whoever takes another step forward—will be killed without mercy!!!"

The aura of slaughter, honed in mountains of corpses and seas of blood, washed over them, causing many Disciples at the fourth or fifth level to freeze in their tracks.

Their hands, gripping their weapons, trembled slightly, and the momentum of their charge suddenly stalled.

Seeing this, Zhao Qian forcibly suppressed the churning blood in his body and let out a cold sneer that spread in all directions:

"Listen well, Junior Brothers, my medicinal power is currently fading, but I only need half an incense stick of time to fully recover to my Peak."

"Anyone who helps stop them today will receive 100,000 Heavenly Stones each. If you can capture the five of them, the myriad phenomenon origin and Spirit Spring Liquid will be split among you all!"

Split the myriad phenomenon origin! Plus 100,000 Heavenly Stones!

These two things were like a boulder thrown into a lake; everyone present gasped, their breathing hitching in unison.

The myriad phenomenon origin was one of the most precious treasures in the Secret Realm, not to mention the 100,000 Heavenly Stones.

The eyes of those who had originally been hesitant changed instantly.

Shi Pojun was the first to step forward, releasing his aura at the eighth level of the Heaven-Reaching Realm without reservation:

"Since Senior Brother Zhao has spoken, I will help with this favor."

Following closely, Zhou Tong and Qin Lanren stepped forward; they were both Core Disciples of Xuanwu Peak.

Their cultivation was at the eighth level of the Heaven-Reaching Realm, and their combat power was formidable.

With three Core Disciples leading the way, the remaining Xuanwu Peak Disciples had no more reservations; swords and blades were drawn, and their battle cries shook the heavens.

Soil, weapons, and spiritual power wove together into a massive net of death.

The Prodigies from various Peaks who were hiding in the surrounding dense forest watching the scene were all shocked and retreated another several zhang.

They were terrified of being caught in the torrent of this life-and-death battle.

"It's over; now it's truly a fight to the death."

"Killing Zhao Kun is equivalent to openly breaking ties with the Third Elder and the entire Xuanwu Peak."

"Even if they manage to escape the Secret Realm and return to the Tianyuan Sect, they will have no place left to stand."

"Zhao Qian has lost his brother and has completely lost his mind; I fear these five will find it hard to survive today."

The discussions were kept extremely low, as everyone believed Xiao Ruobai and the other four had brought a catastrophic disaster upon themselves.

Xiao Ruobai looked at the swarming crowd before him and slowly exhaled.

He turned his head to look at the four people beside him.

Fang Hanyu gripped his sword hilt tightly, flames surged around Mo Yu, Wang Xiaopang held Talismans between his fingertips, and Dong Li's eyes glowed with a red light.

No one retreated, and no one hesitated.

Xiao Ruobai withdrew his gaze, the calm in his eyes transforming into icy killing intent.

"Since that's the case—"

He raised his head abruptly, his voice like cold iron:

"—then let's kill."

The moment his words fell, all five of them moved simultaneously.

Xiao Ruobai took the lead, his War God Body's massive golden blood Qi soaring straight into the clouds.

A condensed, tangible golden fist energy roared out, striking the chest of a Cultivator at the sixth level of the Heaven-Reaching Realm in the front row.

With a loud crack of breaking bones, the entire chest cavity of that person collapsed, and his body flew backward like a kite with a broken string.

He knocked over seven or eight fellow Disciples following behind him before crashing heavily into a pile of rubble.

Fang Hanyu unleashed his Chaos Sword Body to its full potential, and thousands of black and white intertwined sword lights swirled around him.

His figure moved like a ghost through the gaps in the sea of people, his sword light rising and falling, never missing its mark.

Every time it flickered, a Xuanwu Disciple would inevitably fall to the ground, scalding blood spraying wantonly along the sword's edge.

Qilin True Fire burned fiercely around Mo Yu; as she took a step, red-gold fire lotuses bloomed beneath her feet, and the flames swept madly across the ground in all directions.

Several Cultivators who could not dodge in time were instantly engulfed in flames, turning into wailing, burning figures that rolled frantically in the pool of blood before losing their breath in moments.

Wang Xiaopang's hands flew continuously, and Talismans filled the sky like a blizzard; thunder roared, flames scorched, fierce winds tore, and ice sealed the path as multiple techniques exploded in turns.

The dense shockwaves forcibly scattered the orderly encirclement formation of the Xuanwu Disciples, making it impossible for the opponent to coordinate their attacks.

Dong Li held the center of the five-person formation, spreading his boundless Mental Energy out completely, his invisible Divine Soul tentacles piercing into the Sea of Consciousness of every Cultivator who came within five zhang.

Chaos ensued in an instant; some stood dazed with vacant eyes, waiting to be slaughtered, while others clutched their heads and collapsed in agony.

Many others lost their minds, turning their weapons to slash frantically at their fellow Disciples.

The five of them coordinated seamlessly, like a flawless, precise killing machine, slaughtering back and forth amidst the encirclement of hundreds of Xuanwu Cultivators!