Tragedy in Hidden Dragon Valley! Li Fan is shocked and angry!

At the same time, while Lin Mo was in seclusion Cultivating, preparing a big surprise for the Black Fiend Sect, a silent massacre was unfolding in Hidden Dragon Valley, thousands of miles away.

In the center of the valley, a massive light gate stood silently, its doors adorned with profound and mysterious runes, emitting a glow that dyed half the sky a bizarre, colorful hue.

Around the light gate, Cultivators in blood-patterned black robes stood densely packed, their faces cruel, as they herded groups of ragged Mortals, forcing them towards that light gate.

The eyes of these Mortals were filled with despair and fear.

Whenever they stepped into a specific point within the light gate, their bodies would explode with a "bang" without warning, turning into a gruesome red blood mist, not even having time to let out a scream.

However, the black-robed Cultivators were oblivious to this hellish scene, mechanically continuing to drive the next batch of people.

In the mid-air of the valley, three figures radiating powerful auras stood suspended, coldly observing everything below.

"I say, Big Brother, it's been two months. We've captured at least eight or ten thousand Mortals, haven't we?!"

"But until now, this damn Formation still hasn't shown any activity; we can't even figure out where the Formation core is."

"If you ask me, let's not bother with this anymore. We should just report this Secret Realm to that Revered Master and get some rewards."

At this moment, a thin, shifty-looking man was the first to lose his patience, complaining to the gloomy middle-aged man leading them.

He was Poison Scorpion, the Third Sect Leader of the Black Fiend Sect.

"What Third Brother said makes sense." Black Wind, the Second Sect Leader, also nodded in agreement: "Big Brother, don't bother anymore."

"This Secret Realm clearly isn't something to trifle with. If the news leaks and that Revered Master finds out we tried to monopolize it, the consequences are not something we can bear."

"Shut up!"

The Big Sect Leader, Xue Sha, suddenly turned around, his eagle-like eyes filled with brutality and unwillingness.

"Fortune favors the bold! What do you know?!"

"Such a huge Opportunity is right before our eyes, and you want me to report it? Will there still be a share for us if I report it? By then, let alone eating meat, we won't even get a sip of hot soup!"

He pointed at the magnificent light gate below, his breathing becoming heavy.

"Hmph, it's just a Formation, after all! I don't believe it has no weaknesses! As long as we can use human lives to probe out its Formation core, I don't believe I can't break it!"

"Pass down the order! Intensify efforts! Sweep all surrounding villages and towns for me, continue to capture people! Even if blood flows like a river, I will make this damned Formation open for me!"

Xue Sha's roar echoed through the valley, filled with an undeniable ruthlessness.

Having finally discovered such an astonishingly large ancient Secret Realm, he would rather die than be unwilling if he couldn't monopolize the Treasure Trove within!

Hearing this, Black Wind and Poison Scorpion exchanged glances, ultimately choosing silence.

Indeed, with such a great Opportunity right before them, no one could bear to give up just like that.

Thus, they immediately issued even more cruel orders to the Disciple below.

Soon, more Black Fiend Sect Disciple transformed into streaks of light, flying mightily in all directions, preparing to unleash a new wave of bloody mayhem.

Meanwhile, on the mountainside not far from this slaughter field, a clear-faced young man took in everything.

He hid behind a boulder, clenching his teeth tightly, his body trembling slightly from extreme anger.

"Damn it... these beasts in human skin are going to capture those innocent common people to die again!"

"How can they do this?! They don't deserve to be Cultivators!"

The young man's eyes were red with rage, wishing he could rush out immediately and fight those scoundrels to the death.

"Heh, kid, why the fuss?"

Just then, a slightly vicissitudes of life and teasing voice directly echoed in his mind.

"You should know, in this Cangxuan Great Realm, there's no shortage of scum."

"You think they're cruel? But compared to those Demonic Path giants and Evil Path Old Ancestors who slaughter cities and perform Soul Refining at the drop of a hat, their methods are at most child's play, not worth mentioning."

The young man listened to the familiar voice without surprise,

He merely looked silently at the rusty iron sword in his arms and asked unwillingly, "Sword Old, is there any way to kill those three guys in charge? As long as the main culprits die, those people below will naturally not dare to act so recklessly."

"Difficult, difficult!"

The old voice sounded again, full of helplessness.

"Those three guys are genuine Golden Core Cultivators. If I were at my peak, let alone three, even three hundred, a single thought could make them evaporate on the spot, not even leaving ashes."

"But now, I am just a wisp of remnant soul residing in scrap metal."

"Let alone three Golden Cores, even dealing with one requires careful planning. If I use too much force, I would immediately Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering!"

"Kid, do you regret it now?"

Sword Old's tone suddenly shifted, and he began to complain: "If you hadn't insisted on giving away the resources you painstakingly accumulated for a third-grade elixir half a month ago, would we be so down and out now?"

"Now look, we're directly trapped in this mountain gully by this Black Fiend Sect; we can't even run."

"But Revered Master, didn't you teach me that we Sword Cultivators should express our will with our swords and uphold our original intentions?"

Hearing this, the young man's expression remained unchanged, his tone still firm: "Besides, when I did that, you didn't try to stop me, did you? That means, in your heart, what I did was right."

"Ha, you kid."

"You really do have the same demeanor as I did when I was young. Alright, you're indeed the successor I chose!"

Upon hearing this, the old voice laughed heartily, seemingly very pleased with the young man's words.

And at this moment, if Lin Mo were here, his jaw would drop.

Because the young man before him was none other than Li Fan, who had left gracefully after giving him the Medicinal Pill!

The current Li Fan was completely different from when he was a handyman in the Qingxuan Sect.

The humble and timid aura on him was gone, replaced by a nascent sharpness!

And his Cultivation had actually reached Qi Refining Stage Two!

One must know, half a month ago, when he left the Qingxuan Sect, he was only at Body Forging Stage Six!

But now, he had directly reached Qi Refining Stage Two!

If this Cultivation speed were to spread, it would definitely make countless so-called Geniuses doubt their lives.

And the root of all this came from the seemingly broken iron sword in his arms.

This sword had an astonishing origin; it was a completely damaged Saint Weapon.

And within the sword body, resided the remnant soul of a Saint Realm powerhouse.

Li Fan, by chance, had already acknowledged this Saint's remnant soul as his Revered Master.

Thus, he was able to soar to great heights!

"Sword Old, with my current Cultivation, and activating that one-tenth Sword Intent again, I should be almost invincible in the Qi Refining Realm. Even against a Foundation Establishment Realm Cultivator, I can resist for a short time." Li Fan pondered for a moment, then spoke again: "You say, if I were to break out now, what's the probability of success?"

"What's the probability?" Sword Old said in a casual tone, "I'll do some calculations... Hmm, the success rate is less than ten percent."

"Those three black-hearted guys personally oversee this place, monitoring every rustle of wind and grass around here 24/7, just to prevent news from leaking."

"The moment you make a move, you'll immediately attract their attention."

"By then, how miserable your fate will be, tsk tsk, I dare not even imagine it."

"Then what should I do? Am I just doomed to be trapped here?" Li Fan punched the ground in anger, "But, this will be discovered sooner or later, and it's no different from sitting here waiting to die!"

"Moreover, if I don't go out, I won't be able to spread the word about the evil deeds here! Then innocent people will continue to die tragically!"

Li Fan was furious; he found himself in a dead end.

"Tsk, kid, no need to be so disheartened." Sword Old suddenly chuckled: "Why not try a different approach? For example, cooperate with that girl behind you?"

As soon as Sword Old finished speaking, Li Fan's hair stood on end. He spun around abruptly, and a sharp Sword Intent instantly locked onto a direction!

There, at some point, a young girl was standing.

She was wearing a whimsical dress and was smiling sweetly as she observed him, or rather, the broken sword in his arms!

"Oh my, oh my, this is something else!"

Seeing Li Fan's reaction, the girl was not afraid; instead, she exaggeratedly patted her chest, her bright, lively eyes blinking.

"Young man, I just observed the Veins of heaven and earth and divined a fortune for you! I found that you are about to encounter a bloody disaster, a great ill omen!"

She spoke with a serious demeanor, her expression exactly like a fortune teller under a bridge.

"This is not a good sign at all!"

"How about this, since you seem decent enough, I'll take a loss today. You give me this broken sword in your hand as compensation, and I will resolve your calamity and ward off evil for you, how about that?"

The girl's face held a half-smile,

But cold sweat began to uncontrollably seep from Li Fan's forehead!