906: Chapter 907 Liu Qingyao Appears

As Zhao Qian's voice faded, the entire mountain forest fell silent.

That aura of the Late Stage of the Tongtian Ninth Layer pressed down upon everyone's hearts like a physical weight, making even the air feel viscous and heavy.

The Disciples from various peaks watching from the periphery felt difficulty breathing, as if an invisible mountain were crushing their chests.

Many even involuntarily retreated several steps, attempting to distance themselves from that suffocating sense of oppression.

Yet for Xiao Ruobai and the other four, who were at the very center of this pressure, the weight they bore was unimaginable.

Xiao Ruobai stood at the very front. Although the four behind him were all wounded and their Qi was in disarray, not a single one retreated even half a step.

He raised his head, staring directly into Zhao Qian's eyes, which were filled with killing intent.

"Pay with your lives?"

Xiao Ruobai's voice was somewhat hoarse, yet it remained steady, without a hint of tremor.

"Zhao Kun set a trap to kill us first. He was killed because his skills were inferior; he deserved to die."

"As for these Xuanwu Peak Disciples, they wanted to block our path and take our lives; we were merely defending ourselves."

"If you want revenge, feel free to come. But as for paying with our lives—we owe no one."

These words landed in the silent mountain forest, exceptionally clear.

The Disciples from various peaks watching from the periphery exchanged glances, and many shook their heads secretly.

"To still be stubborn at a time like this... they truly have a death wish."

"The words are correct; Zhao Kun certainly sought his own death, but when has this world ever been about reason? Zhao Qian is a strong contender for the position of Xuanwu Peak Chief and a direct descendant of the Third Elder. His younger brother is dead; regardless of who is right or wrong, these five must be buried with him."

Listening to Xiao Ruobai's words, Zhao Qian laughed in extreme anger.

"Good, very good."

"With death imminent, you still want to rely on your sharp tongue. I want to see if your bones are as hard as your mouth!"

Zhao Qian slowly curled his five fingers, and the air of the entire mountain forest seemed to be gripped within his palm.

The Dao of the earth gathered frantically, and the mountain wall behind him began to crack inch by inch.

Countless broken stones floated up, condensing around him into a thick, earth-colored phantom palm print.

The palm print grew larger and larger, covering half the sky in the blink of an eye, with the Dao Rhyme of mountains flowing between the palm lines.

Every wisp of Qi was as heavy as a thousand jun, pressing the ground below to sink continuously and crack into deep, spiderweb-like fissures.

"This palm strike will send you on your way!"

With a furious shout, Zhao Qian slammed the floating palm print down directly onto Xiao Ruobai and the other four!

Before this palm strike had even fallen, the broken stones on the ground had already begun to tremble and dance, and the air was compressed, emitting sharp, explosive shrieks.

The Disciples watching from the periphery turned pale and hurriedly retreated again, fearing they would be affected by the aftermath of this palm strike.

Xiao Ruobai gripped his Void-Splitting Halberd tightly, his golden Battle Intent circulating frantically within his body, preparing to use all his strength to receive this blow.

Just at this moment—

"Enough."

A cold, clear voice, like Nine Heavens black ice falling into boiling water, instantly pierced through the clamor and killing intent of the entire mountain forest.

The voice was not loud, but it carried a strange magic, causing everyone's hearts to tremble involuntarily.

Zhao Qian's massive palm print, which was about to fall, stopped abruptly in mid-air.

Zhao Qian's pupils shrank, and he turned around abruptly.

He saw a figure in white standing in mid-air, though he didn't know when she had arrived. Her robes fluttered in the wind, her ink-black hair cascaded like a waterfall, and her brows and eyes were cold and clear.

A layer of faint cyan Spiritual Qi surrounded her, completely isolating the killing intent belonging to the Tongtian Ninth Layer.

It was Liu Qingyao.

She did not use any Magic Treasure, simply standing there quietly.

Yet she made the Spiritual Qi of the entire mountain forest converge toward her, as if she were the center of this world.

The moment everyone saw that face, the entire mountain forest erupted!

"Liu Qingyao?! The Sect Master's only daughter!"

"Liu Qingyao, she actually came too?"

"And this Realm, she easily controlled Zhao Qian's full-force strike. How could she suddenly be so strong?!"

"Half-step Heavenly Monarch, it's the Half-step Heavenly Monarch Realm!"

"If she protects those five, and with such strength, Zhao Qian really wouldn't dare to do anything!"

"But why would she protect them? What is her relationship with those five?"

Exclamations arose from all sides, and countless gazes were fixed tightly on that white-clad figure, filled with awe and disbelief.

Only on a nearby rock did Tianyuan Peak Personal Disciple Su Wanyue stand stunned.

She and Liu Qingyao were like sisters. Although her Junior Sister had peerless talent, she had always been cold and clear-natured, and did not like to meddle in other people's affairs.

Furthermore, she had never heard of her having any interaction with these new Disciples.

Yet at this moment, her Junior Sister was willing to clash head-on with Zhao Qian for the sake of these five people?

Tianyuan Peak Personal Disciple Su Wanyue unconsciously crushed a withered spirit leaf in her hand with her fingertips, her brows knitting tightly together.

Her gaze darted back and forth between Liu Qingyao and the five people below: "Liu Qingyao, she actually cares so much about them?"

Zhao Qian's expression turned incomparably ugly in an instant.

He slowly retracted his palm, turned around, and faced Liu Qingyao, a trace of deep dread flashing in his eyes.

"Liu Qingyao... why are you here?"

Liu Qingyao did not answer his question, but instead let her gaze pass over Zhao Qian and land on the blood-covered Xiao Ruobai and the other four.

Pausing for a brief moment, she then looked at Zhao Qian and spoke indifferently: "This matter ends here."

These simple words caused the atmosphere of the entire mountain forest to suddenly tighten to the extreme.

Zhao Qian's pupils shrank violently, his fists clenched tightly, and his knuckles cracked.

"Ends here?"

His voice was low and suppressed, as if he were trying his best to restrain something.

"Liu Qingyao, do you know what they have done? They killed my younger brother! They killed over a hundred Xuanwu Peak Disciples! And you tell me to end it here?!"

Liu Qingyao's expression did not change at all, remaining as calm as water.

"I only saw that hundreds of you besieged five people; they were merely defending themselves."

"Zhao Kun set the trap first; he deserved to die. As for these Xuanwu Peak Disciples, since they chose to participate in the siege, they must bear the corresponding price."

Zhao Qian's chest heaved violently, and the rage in his eyes was almost ready to erupt.

"Liu Qingyao! You are determined to protect them?"

"Yes."

This single, crisp, and decisive word caused an uproar throughout the scene.

Liu Qingyao was actually going to protect those five newcomers!

And her attitude was so firm that she couldn't even be bothered to explain!

Zhao Qian's face turned from green to white, and the veins on his forehead pulsed.

He stared fixedly at Liu Qingyao, his teeth grinding and making a clattering sound.

He knew very well the condition Liu Qingyao was in three years ago; that was supposed to be a situation with no hope of survival.

Yet now, how long had it been since she woke up, and she had already stepped into the Half-step Heavenly Monarch Realm...

He knew very well the weight of Liu Qingyao; the Sect Master's only daughter, and now, a Half-step Heavenly Monarch Realm expert.

But, his brother's vengeance, the blood of over a hundred Xuanwu Peak Disciples—could it just be let go like this?

"Liu Qingyao, don't push people too far!"

Zhao Qian's voice was hoarse and low, filled with suppressed, extreme anger.

"My younger brother is dead! He is my grandfather's most beloved grandson! If you force them away today, my Zhao family will never let this matter rest! Even if you are the Sect Master's daughter, you cannot bear the consequences!"

Liu Qingyao did not answer.

She only gently raised her slender, jade-like hand.

A terrifying chill condensed in her palm, the surrounding temperature plummeted, and a thin layer of frost even formed on the ground.

The water vapor permeating the air turned into fine ice crystals, shimmering with a cold, piercing light in the sunlight.

She did not speak, but her attitude had already made everything clear—

If you do not yield, I will strike.