913: Chapter 914 The Attack

Inside the Secret Realm, Xiao Ruobai naturally knew nothing of what was happening in the outside world.

After Zhao Qian died, the entire Wanxiang Secret Realm seemed to have become much quieter.

Those Disciples from various peaks, who were originally still fiercely contending for resources, one after another restrained their arrogance.

Even the groups that were usually domineering and arrogant consciously took a detour when passing by Xiao Ruobai and his four companions.

They were terrified of accidentally running into that god of slaughter and following in Zhao Qian's footsteps.

Xiao Ruobai did not pay any attention to this.

He led Fang Hanyu and the other three to count the storage rings left behind by Zhao Qian, Zhao Kun, and the Xuanwu Peak Disciples who had previously surrounded and attacked them.

It must be said that as the number one personal Disciple of Xuanwu Peak, Zhao Qian was indeed wealthy.

Just in Low Grade Heavenly Stones alone, he had over ten million, not to mention the countless Heaven And Earth Treasures and Spirit Pills.

Coupled with the collections of Zhao Kun and the other Xuanwu Peak Disciples, the five of them had gained enough from this trip to equal the accumulation of a small Sect over a hundred years.

In the following days, Xiao Ruobai found several Immortal Caves left behind by predecessors in the Secret Realm, reaping a rich harvest.

When they had collected enough, the five of them found a hidden valley.

They set up a Formation and began their formal seclusion to refine the gains from this Secret Realm trip.

The Origin of the Wanxiang Spirit Spring floated in the center of the five, emitting soft yet massive Spiritual Qi fluctuations.

Xiao Ruobai was the first to guide a wisp of the Origin power into his body; that extremely pure energy instantly surged into his limbs and bones, merging with his Spiritual Qi.

The Immortal Heavenly Scripture operated on its own, continuously refining and absorbing the Origin power.

His cultivation began to climb steadily.

Fang Hanyu, Mo Yu, Wang Xiaopang, and Dong Li also entered a state of Cultivate, their auras rising continuously.

Inside the valley, Spiritual Qi surged; the auras of the five were intertwined, echoing each other, faintly forming a wondrous resonance.

Seven days passed in the blink of an eye.

On the morning of the seventh day, the Formation in the valley was slowly withdrawn.

Five figures walked out of the valley, each of their auras significantly stronger than seven days ago.

Tongtian Realm Stage 3.

All five of them had made a Breakthrough.

Just at this moment, the entire Secret Realm suddenly trembled slightly.

Layers of golden ripples appeared in the sky, and an invisible repulsive force began to surge in from all directions.

The Secret Realm was about to close.

Xiao Ruobai clenched his fists, feeling the surging power within his body, and looked toward the direction of the Secret Realm exit.

"Let's go."

He put away his long halberd and took the lead.

The five of them followed the path they had come by, passing through stretches of forests, and walked steadily toward the Secret Realm exit.

Along the way, the dense crowd of people scrambled to rush toward the bronze light curtain, everyone eager to return.

Their faces showed either exhaustion or relief; only the five of them were completely different.

Their steps were steady and unhurried as they walked side by side at the end of the crowd.

Their clear Spiritual Qi was restrained deep within their bones; they did not show off, yet they carried an imposing aura that warned others to keep their distance.

Outside, on the plaza at the exit of the Secret Realm, the atmosphere was suffocatingly silent.

Celestial soldiers were lined up across the sky, their armor cold and chilling, their blades reflecting the daylight; a biting aura of slaughter covered the entire land.

The Peak Master of Xuanwu Peak stood coldly in his green robes, his gaze locked tightly onto the Secret Realm passageway.

His pressure permeated the area in layers, ready to immediately strike and imprison the five the moment they appeared.

The Third Elder sat on his seat, his white hair covered in frost, his eyes red as blood.

The Earth-element baleful Qi swirling around him had almost solidified, and the airflow in the entire area was frozen by his Killing Intent.

All the Elders and deacons of Xuanwu Peak stood up, everyone's faces filled with grief and indignation.

Their eyes were filled with monstrous hatred as they stared intently at the light-shimmering Secret Realm exit.

The Grand Elder lowered his eyes slightly, his heart filled with helplessness and worry.

The Peak Masters of Ziyang Peak, Biluo Peak, and Tianjian Peak stood side by side, their expressions grave as they silently awaited the outcome.

At the very top of the high platform, Sect Master Liu Zhenshan sat in the main seat, his expression calm and waveless; no one could see through his thoughts.

Only he knew that he had already tightened his focus, ready at any moment to balance the situation and protect his Disciples.

Countless gazes, millions of lines of sight, were all focused on that shimmering light curtain passageway.

The entire audience held their breath; there was not a sound.

Finally, a beam of light exploded!

The first to step out of the passageway were the many surviving ordinary Disciples, who quickly exited the Secret Realm.

After landing, they subconsciously retreated to the sides of the plaza, not daring to occupy the central position.

Immediately following, the four Prodigies—Ziyang Peak Personal Disciple Yanlie, Tianjian Peak Personal Disciple Bai Wuchen, Biluo Peak Personal Disciple Chu Dao, and Tianyuan Peak Personal Disciple Su Wanyue—appeared one after another.

The moment the four landed, they all subconsciously looked back at the Secret Realm passageway, their eyes holding completely different expressions: some heavy, some wary, some filled with sighs.

All the Prodigies had left the scene, yet the dead silence in the center of the plaza did not ease; instead, it became even more suffocating.

Everyone was waiting for those five figures.

Waiting for those five newcomers who had stirred up the entire Wanxiang Secret Realm, killed a Xuanwu personal Disciple, and slaughtered hundreds of Xuanwu Disciples.

A few breaths later, five slender and upright figures slowly stepped out of the bronze light curtain.

Xiao Ruobai, leading the group, had spotless clothes, his black hair fluttering gently in the wind; there was not a shred of fierce Killing Intent about him, only a steady, restrained Dao Rhyme slowly flowing.

After seven days of Origin tempering, his body was upright, his gaze clear; although he was only at Tongtian Realm Stage 3, he exuded an air of composure far exceeding the Sect's top Prodigies, and even when facing the confrontation of the gathered powers, his heart remained as still as water.

Fang Hanyu followed with his sword on his back, his Sword Intent restrained within his bones, his aura cold and solitary.

It was as if the surrounding thousands of Killing Intents and countless hostile gazes did not enter his eyes.

Mo Yu, Wang Xiaopang, and Dong Li walked with steady steps.

The five stood side by side, young in appearance, their cultivation looking insignificant before the Sect's Prodigies and Elders, yet they stood firm against the monstrous pressure of the entire Tianyuan Plaza.

There was no panicked fleeing, no fearful excuses, only an open appearance, facing the storm head-on.

Boom! The moment the five appeared, the hatred that had been suppressed to the limit within the Xuanwu Peak camp exploded completely!

"It's them!"

"The murderers who killed Senior Brother Zhao Qian and slaughtered hundreds of our Xuanwu fellow Disciples!"

Countless Xuanwu Disciples had blood-red eyes, shouting angrily, their monstrous hatred sweeping across the entire plaza.

On the seats, the Peak Master of Xuanwu Peak stood up abruptly, the Earth-element Dao Rhyme around him exploding violently.

The stone steps beneath his feet cracked layer by layer, his eyes filled with ferocious Killing Intent: "Mere newcomers, having joined the Sect for less than ten days, yet you dare to go on a killing spree in the Secret Realm and slaughter fellow Disciples!"

"Killing my Xuanwu personal Disciple, destroying my Sect members, and plundering the Secret Realm Origin—your crimes are unforgivable!"

His voice shook the surroundings, every word dripping with blood, every sentence an accusation, instantly igniting the sympathy of the audience for Xuanwu Peak and their suspicion of the five.

Public opinion shifted instantly; countless Disciples pointed fingers, and voices of criticism rose one after another.

However, amidst the noisy waves of sound, several Peak Masters narrowed their eyes in unison.

What they noticed was not the blood feud of Xuanwu Peak, but—the cultivation of the five: Tongtian Realm Stage 3!!!

When they entered the Sect, they were only at Tongtian Realm Stage 1; in just over ten days, they had broken through two realms.

Moreover, in the Secret Realm, with such low cultivation, they had retreated unscathed while surrounded by countless Xuanwu Peak Disciples.

Furthermore, they had achieved an upset victory by killing Zhao Qian, who was at Tongtian Realm Stage 9, while at Tongtian Realm Stage 2.

Such talent, looking at the entire history of the Tianyuan Sect over tens of thousands of years, could not find a second example.

The Peak Master of Ziyang Peak narrowed his eyes slightly, calculating secretly in his heart: If this child is taken under my wing and cultivated carefully, within a thousand years, he will surely become a Heavenly Monarch.

Within a hundred thousand years, there is even hope for him to become a Heavenly King; if my Ziyang Peak could obtain this Disciple...

The Peak Master of Tianjian Peak tightened his grip on his sword slightly, a flash of burning heat passing through his eyes: That sword-wielding youth has Sword Intent that is restrained yet sharp; he is a natural Sword Cultivator.

If he could enter my Tianjian Peak, given time, he would surely inherit my mantle.

The Peak Master of Biluo Peak's eyes darted, sweeping over the five one by one; such Prodigies are exactly what my Biluo Peak needs.

But at this moment, no one would speak these thoughts aloud.

The anger of the Peak Master of Xuanwu Peak had not yet subsided; whoever showed appreciation for the five at this time would be an enemy of the Xuanwu lineage.

The three Peak Masters exchanged a glance and tacitly remained silent.