910: Chapter 911 Kill!

Xiao Ruobai's pupils constricted suddenly.

It was Master.

No explanation, no hesitation.

That single word, "Kill," was plain and brief, yet it brought him an incomparable sense of security.

Xiao Ruobai was silent for a moment, then the corners of his mouth slowly curled into a smile.

That smile fell into Zhao Qian's eyes, sending a sudden chill through his heart.

"You... what are you smiling at?"

Xiao Ruobai did not answer.

He simply tightened his grip on the long halberd again, his knuckles, which had previously loosened, slowly clenching one by one.

Creak.

The sound of his knuckles gripping the halberd shaft was exceptionally clear in the deathly silent mountain forest.

Then, he raised his head, and all the hesitation and concerns in his eyes vanished completely.

Replacing them was a pure, unreserved killing intent.

Zhao Qian's breathing quickened; he saw that the killing intent in Xiao Ruobai's eyes was more intense than at any moment before.

It was not anger, not hatred, but a resolution so calm it was terrifying.

"You... you cannot..."

An unprecedented sense of crisis surged in Zhao Qian's heart, and he gritted his teeth fiercely.

His remaining Origin power burned frantically, as he sought to exhaust his final strength for a desperate fight to the death!

However, the moment his spiritual power surged, Xiao Ruobai's figure suddenly blurred.

The Cultivation Technique Cant Catch Me was quietly activated, and Zhao Qian felt a blur before his eyes; Xiao Ruobai's figure had already vanished from his original spot.

He didn't even have time to spread his Divine Sense to search, and the next moment, a cold halberd tip was pressed silently against his throat.

"You..."

Before Zhao Qian could finish his sentence, the halberd tip had already pierced his throat.

Puchi.

A dull piercing sound was exceptionally clear in the deathly silent mountain forest.

Zhao Qian's body suddenly stiffened, and his eyes widened into circles.

In his eyes, there was unwillingness, resentment, fear, and a trace of confusion that he could not understand even in death.

He actually dared?

Zhao Qian's mouth opened, wanting to say something.

However, the next moment, a destructive golden Battle Intent poured crazily from the halberd tip into his body.

Like a bursting flood, it instantly swept through his limbs and bones!

Zhao Qian's pupils gradually dilated.

Wherever that golden Battle Intent passed, his Meridians shattered inch by inch, his Dantian exploded with a boom, and even his Divine Soul was shredded into pieces by that overwhelmingly tyrannical power!

Xiao Ruobai withdrew the long halberd with an expressionless face.

Zhao Qian's corpse slid down slowly, leaning against the shattered mountain wall, his head drooping, devoid of any life.

Fresh blood trickled down the stone wall, tracing a shocking red mark on the dark brown rock.

The entire scene trembled.

Thousands of Disciples, hundreds of Xuanwu Peak core members, the four great Prodigies, Liu Qingyao, everyone was stunned.

No one spoke, no one moved, and it was as if even their breathing had stopped.

They just stared blankly at the corpse leaning against the rock wall.

Looking at the once arrogant Xuanwu Peak true Disciple, now slumped on the ground like a pile of mud.

Zhao Qian was dead.

Truly dead.

Pierced through the throat by a single halberd strike from a newcomer at the second level of Tongtian, right in front of everyone.

It is unknown how long it had been before someone trembled and squeezed out a few words:

"He... he really killed him..."

This sentence was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirring up a thousand ripples.

"Senior Brother Zhao Qian, is dead?!"

"That newcomer, how did he dare?!"

The Xuanwu Peak Disciples were ashen-faced; some had their legs go weak and collapsed directly to the ground.

The true Disciple they revered was just gone like that.

Without even a chance to burn their essence blood to fight for their lives, he was killed with a single strike to the throat.

Would they be next?

Fear spread among the Xuanwu Peak Disciples like a plague, and many subconsciously retreated.

Fearing that the next target of that killing god would be themselves.

In the distance, Ziyang Peak Personal Disciple Yanlie took a deep breath and slowly spat out four words: "Decisive in killing."

Tianjian Peak Personal Disciple Bai Wuchen did not speak, only hugging the ancient sword in his arms tighter, a trace of gravity flashing deep in his eyes.

Biluo Peak Personal Disciple Chu Dao's hand holding the blade tightened slightly, his knuckles turning white.

Tianyuan Peak Personal Disciple Su Wanyue subconsciously glanced at Liu Qingyao in mid-air, only to find that this usually aloof daughter of the Sect Master.

Was currently staring at Xiao Ruobai's back, her gaze complex.

Xiao Ruobai stood before Zhao Qian's corpse, silent for a moment.

He did not leave immediately, but leaned down and unhurriedly removed the storage ring from Zhao Qian's finger, tucking it into his robe.

Then, he turned around, his gaze sweeping over those Xuanwu Peak Disciples lying in pools of blood.

Those corpses that had besieged them before and had been killed by their own hands.

Under the gaze of thousands, he walked over step by step, bent down, picked up a storage ring, and tucked it into his robe.

He walked a few more steps, bent down again, and picked up another one.

His movements were calm, his expression peaceful, as if he were merely picking up fallen leaves in his own backyard.

And the owners of those gazes, thousands of Disciples from various peaks.

Just watched him, not a single person dared to make a sound, not a single person dared to move.

Their scalps tingled.

They had seen ruthless people, but never anyone this ruthless.

After killing someone, to still do it in front of everyone, so quietly and calmly collecting the deceased's belongings one by one.

This wasn't arrogance; this was simply not taking anyone present seriously at all.

Xiao Ruobai collected the last storage ring, straightened up, and brushed the dust off his hands.

Then, he turned around, his gaze slowly sweeping across the entire scene, his eyes calm without a ripple.

"Now—"

His voice was not loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.

"Who else wants the Wanxiang Spirit Spring Origin?"

The whole scene was silent.

No one answered.

Those swept by Xiao Ruobai's gaze lowered their heads one after another, not daring to meet his eyes.

Ziyang Peak Personal Disciple Yanlie crossed his arms and did not make a sound.

Tianjian Peak Personal Disciple Bai Wuchen lowered his eyelids, as if he hadn't heard anything.

Biluo Peak Personal Disciple Chu Dao sheathed his short blade back at his waist, turned around, and indicated his attitude through his actions.

And those ordinary Disciples didn't even dare to breathe, wishing they could shrink into the ground.

Xiao Ruobai waited for a moment, but no one responded.

He withdrew his gaze, turned, and walked towards Fang Hanyu and the other three.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly paused, turned his head slightly, and looked at the white-clad figure in mid-air.

Liu Qingyao was also looking at him, and their eyes met.

Xiao Ruobai did not speak, simply nodding gently.

That glance had no extra emotion, yet it contained a sense of gratitude.

Thanking her for stepping in to resolve the crisis earlier, and thanking her for guarding until now.

Liu Qingyao was slightly stunned, then she also nodded gently, as a response.

Xiao Ruobai withdrew his gaze, stopped lingering, and strode towards Fang Hanyu and the other three.

Five figures walked side by side and soon disappeared into the depths of the dense forest.

Not until their backs completely disappeared did the entire mountain forest seem to be released from some invisible restraint, erupting into chaos!

"My god... he really killed Zhao Qian!"

"That is the Third Elder's eldest grandson! How did he dare?!"

"It's over, it's over, it's over. This matter cannot be hidden. Once the Secret Realm ends, the entire Tianyuan Sect will be turned upside down!"

"Xuanwu Peak will never let this go. The Third Elder is at the Heavenly King Realm; these five are likely in big trouble!"

"But that halberd strike just now, did you see it clearly? It was fast to the extreme, a single fatal blow! What exactly is his background?"

"Whatever his background is, it doesn't matter anymore. Having killed Zhao Qian, there is no place for him in the Tianyuan Sect anymore!"

On the side of the Xuanwu Peak Disciples, it was even more chaotic.

Some slumped on the ground, ashen-faced; others were trembling all over, unable to even stand steady.

Still others scrambled up and stumbled toward the exit of the Secret Realm.

"Quick, go report to the Peak Master! Report to the Third Elder!"

"Something big has happened!!"

Some people realized and also rushed out following them.

For a time, more than a dozen Xuanwu Peak Disciples didn't even care about the Secret Realm resources anymore, racing to flee towards the exit.