905: Chapter 906 Bloodstained Mountains and Forests

However, the number of enemies was truly terrifying; the lowest cultivation base was at the Fourth Stage of the Heaven-Reaching Realm.

Furthermore, there were Shi Pojun, Zhou Tong, and Qin Lan, three Core Disciples at the Eighth Stage of the Heaven-Reaching Realm, circling and restraining them, applying pressure step by step.

Shi Pojun practiced the heavy Dao of Earth. His heavy fists crushed down like mountains. Every strike that landed on Xiao Ruobai shook his internal organs, causing the taste of blood to constantly rise in his throat.

Zhou Tong's movement technique was as sinister and ghostly as a phantom, specializing in sneak attacks on blind spots like his back and waist, forcing Fang Hanyu to frequently use Divided Soul to defend.

Qin Lan's water-element techniques were continuous and endless, suppressing their flames and Talismans. Mo Yu and Wang Xiaopang were exhausted from dodging and defending, and their consumption of Qi increased sharply.

Half an incense stick of time spent in slaughter; every second was excruciating.

The new wounds on the five of them were countless.

Xiao Ruobai's outer robe was thoroughly soaked in the blood of both friend and foe, with dozens of wounds of varying depths crisscrossing his flesh.

Fang Hanyu's clothes were tattered, and a wound half a foot long on his back was deep enough to see the bone.

Mo Yu's shoulder had been pierced by a long spear, and the luster of his Qilin True Fire was visibly dimming.

Wang Xiaopang had exhausted most of his Talismans. His body was covered in burn and frostbite marks, and his fingertips were trembling slightly as he held his Talismans.

Dong Li's face was as pale as rice paper, the veins on his forehead bulging, his Divine Soul overdrawn to the limit, with fine traces of blood faintly seeping from the corners of his eyes and lips.

Even so, the offensive from the five never ceased for a single moment.

Corpses were piled layer upon layer at their feet, with broken weapons and tattered robes scattered everywhere.

Warm blood flowed along the gullies, gathering into dark red streams, and the entire forest was filled with a pungent, thick smell of blood.

The Xuanwu Peak Disciples, who had initially been lured by the Heavenly Stone and myriad phenomenon origin and had been fearless of death, now looked at the corpses of their fellow Disciples everywhere, their charging footsteps becoming increasingly hesitant.

Deep in their eyes, an uncontrollable fear slowly sprouted, and the hands of many gripping their weapons were trembling uncontrollably.

On the outskirts of the dense forest, the Prodigies and ordinary Disciples of various Peaks who were hiding and watching were already chilled to the bone, their scalps tingling.

Two kinds of panic intertwined, pressing down on the entire forest in a deathly silence.

A portion of the Cultivators had their gazes nailed to the five figures fighting in a bloodbath, their hearts left with only bone-chilling shock, filled with disbelief at the terrifying strength of the five.

"It's too terrifying... A mere five at the First Stage of the Heaven-Reaching Realm, yet not only did they not die despite being surrounded by hundreds, they actually slaughtered so many Xuanwu Disciples."

"I have never seen such fierce people at the same Realm. Their five Daos complement each other, covering Divine Soul, Talismans, flames, battle bodies, and sword Dao. There are absolutely no weaknesses; this is not the foundation that newly promoted Disciples should possess."

As for the other half of the spectators, they were already so scared that their limbs were weak, a massive stone hanging in their hearts.

They were filled with the suffocating feeling that a great disaster was imminent, that the sky was about to collapse, and were terrified of the Sect storm that this slaughter would trigger.

"They're crazy, truly crazy; these people are simply lawless! The Tianyuan Sect has been established for countless years, going through countless Secret Realm competitions, but when has there ever been a tragedy where over a hundred internal Disciples and Core Disciples died all at once?"

"They are all Xuanwu Peak's own people, killing fellow Disciples with lethal intent, piling corpses all over the ground. The Peak Master of Xuanwu Peak will likely be absolutely furious and go mad after knowing about this!"

"It's more than just the Xuanwu Peak Master. When the Sect's various Elders and high-level leaders, including the Sect Master, learn of this, they will surely be thunderously enraged. Sect laws explicitly forbid the mass slaughter of fellow Disciples; there is no room for maneuver in today's matter."

"Where on earth did they get the guts? Are they really not afraid of the Sect's accountability afterwards? Once they step out of the Secret Realm, the only thing waiting for them will be the harshest punishments; it might even lead to their cultivation being abolished and them being thrown into the Endless Abyss!"

"It's over, a huge disaster is truly going to happen now. Once this matter reaches the Sect, the entire Tianyuan Sect will experience a massive earthquake; it's equivalent to the sky collapsing."

These two types of discussions rose and fell, intermingling. Everyone was simultaneously fearing the terrifying combat power of the five that crushed everything, and terrified by their crazy behavior of slaughtering fellow Disciples without any restraint.

Several Cultivators who had originally intended to sit back and reap the benefits, waiting for an opportunity to snatch the myriad phenomenon origin, now quietly retreated, their covetous hearts completely dissipated.

No one dared to approach the battlefield by even half a step, wanting only to stay far away from this disaster destined to shake the entire Sect.

The slaughter in the battlefield continued, and the wounds on the five were constantly accumulating.

Dong Li's Divine Soul power was heavily depleted, his temples throbbing, and every Mental Energy impact was more strenuous than the last.

The gunshot wound on Mo Yu's shoulder was still oozing blood, and the light of the Qilin True Fire was a few shades dimmer than at the beginning.

But he gritted his teeth to suppress his injuries, the flames still domineering and fierce as they spat out, forcing Qin Lan not to dare to approach too closely.

Wang Xiaopang had consumed most of his Talismans, his hands trembling slightly due to the long, high-intensity hand seals, but his movements of holding the Talismans between his fingertips remained steady and accurate.

Every Talisman landed precisely on the most critical nodes, blasting apart the encirclement of the Xuanwu Peak Disciples time and time again.

Shi Pojun seized the moment when Mo Yu's movements slowed slightly, the power of his Dao of Earth erupting suddenly, his mountain-like heavy fist smashing fiercely toward his back!

Mo Yu let out a muffled groan, stumbling forward two steps, a trickle of blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth.

But the moment before falling, he backhanded a flame whip, forcing Shi Pojun to retreat and dodge.

Fang Hanyu turned his sword light, blocking the pursuit that followed, his sword blade colliding with Zhou Tong's short blade, sparking a string of fire.

Xiao Ruobai swept his halberd horizontally, shattering all of Qin Lan's overwhelming water blades.

With a backhanded punch, he blasted away a Sixth Stage of the Heaven-Reaching Realm Disciple who was attempting a sneak attack from the side.

The five were still killing, still fighting.

Just at this moment—

An aura that was terrifying to the extreme rose up suddenly from behind the battlefield!

That aura was like an ancient Vicious Beast waking from its slumber and suddenly opening its eyes, its pressure sweeping over the area like a deluge.

It instantly enveloped the entire forest. The air seemed to have solidified, and even the sound of the wind stopped.

Everyone stopped their actions in unison and suddenly turned to look.

Zhao Qian slowly stood up.

The aura on his body was like a completely different person compared to half an incense stick of time ago.

The weakness from the Zengyuan Pill had completely dissipated; the Spiritual Qi within his body had not only fully recovered but was even more solid and heavier than before.

Earth-yellow dao patterns slowly flowed around his body, every line radiating a steady and oppressive fluctuation.

Late Stage of the Ninth Stage of the Heaven-Reaching Realm, fully recovered.

Zhao Qian slowly opened his eyes.

There was not a shred of emotion in those eyes, only cold killing intent and anger suppressed to the extreme.

Wherever his gaze fell, several Xuanwu Peak Disciples subconsciously took a step back, not daring to meet his eyes.

He slowly stepped through the air, walking step by step, his gaze sweeping over the corpses of the Xuanwu Peak Disciples all over the ground.

Then it fell upon the five, Xiao Ruobai and the others, who were covered in blood and whose auras were declining.

He walked toward the center of the battlefield, step by step.

With every step he took, the Spiritual Qi in the air parted to the sides, as if making way for a king.

The entire battlefield, under his pressure, fell into a suffocating deathly silence.

The hearts of all the Cultivators watching inside and outside the dense forest sank simultaneously.

"It's over; Zhao Qian has completely recovered to the Peak of the Ninth Stage! The five of them are now exhausted; there is absolutely no possibility of a comeback!"

"Those hundreds of people earlier exhausted all their strength, and now that a Ninth Stage Prodigy is taking action, he can suppress and kill them with a snap of his fingers!"

"I originally thought their strength was Heaven-Defying, but with the chasm of Realms laid out before us, they are ultimately unable to turn the tide."

Shi Pojun, Zhou Tong, and Qin Lan took the initiative to retreat to the sides, waiting quietly.

The remaining Xuanwu Peak Disciples all scattered, forming a circle, blocking all escape routes, just waiting to watch Zhao Qian take action to kill the five.

Zhao Qian walked past the corpses everywhere, past the pools of blood and broken blades, and finally stopped in the center of the battlefield.

He looked down condescendingly at the five, Xiao Ruobai and the others, who were covered in blood, a cruel killing intent flashing in his eyes.

"Five ants."

His voice was not loud, yet it clearly entered everyone's ears, carrying a chill that made one's bone marrow freeze.

"Killing my younger brother, killing over a hundred of my Xuanwu Peak Disciples... Very good, truly very good."

After a pause, the cultivation of the Late Stage of the Ninth Stage of the Heaven-Reaching Realm exploded from Zhao Qian's body without reservation!

The mountain-like heavy pressure turned into a tangible wave, pressing fiercely toward the five, Xiao Ruobai and the others.

The clothes around his body danced wildly, veins once again crawled all over his face, and there was no longer any superfluous emotion in his eyes, only pure killing intent.

"Now, it is time to pay with your lives."