192: Chapter 192 Characters in the Novel

You Lingqing's words left Xiang Tian feeling helpless.

Before him, Ghost Zhuo's Divine Sense blocked the way, and behind him, the Small World had sealed the exit.

There was simply no road to heaven and no door into the earth.

Just as he was at his wits' end, You Lingqing's tone suddenly shifted.

Her voice softened slightly: "However, don't worry too much. That phantom you conjured is extremely powerful; it might not necessarily lose to her Divine Sense."

Xiang Tian's whole body stiffened, and he was momentarily stunned. A flicker of unbelievable hope flashed in his eyes: "Really?"

[Host, that woman is right.]

The System's voice rang out at the right moment, sounding somewhat matter-of-fact.

[How could an existence pulled from the Red Zone be weak?]

Xiang Tian's heart stirred, and he quickly followed up: "Then do you know who this phantom actually is?"

[How should I know?]

[I don't have the authority to view the entire contents of the System's prize pool.]

Since even the System said so, Xiang Tian didn't ask further and could only suppress the doubts in his heart.

His gaze was fixed tightly on the phantom that was still floating in mid-air.

During the brief interval of their private conversation, a violent ripple suddenly surged in the Void Realm.

A figure dressed in black with a chilling Aura slowly manifested; it was the condensed form of Ghost Zhuo's Divine Sense.

Standing high above the Small World, her cold gaze swept across the people below.

"Hmm? Who are you?" Ghost Zhuo looked up at the phantom, her dark brows furrowed tightly.

She could feel that the Aura on this phantom was far stronger than her own.

The phantom remained silent, offering no response at all.

It only slowly raised its right hand, and a faint but extremely oppressive halo of light flickered at its fingertips.

"Ah—!"

A shrill scream suddenly rang out.

Ghost Zhuo didn't even have a chance to resist before her figure rapidly dissipated under the shroud of that halo, completely annihilated within the Void Realm.

"Hiss! Holy crap! Is it really that strong?" Xiang Tian sucked in a breath of cold air, his pupils shrinking abruptly.

He marveled inwardly, "I thought there was going to be an earth-shattering battle, but I didn't expect... this is just too powerful, it's practically inhuman!"

"Is this the reward from the Red Zone?" he muttered to himself.

"The Cultivation Technique I pulled before didn't give me such a direct feeling, but this time, I've truly experienced the terror of a Red Zone reward!"

Suppressing his surging emotions, Xiang Tian shouted at the phantom once more.

"Who are you?!"

However, the phantom remained unmoved.

It didn't even spare him a glance; instead, its figure gradually began to blur.

Just then.

"Crack—!"

The sound of space shattering rang out again, interrupting Xiang Tian's thoughts.

"Hmm?" Xiang Tian turned his head to look.

He saw that the Heavenly Sword Sect Deacons, who had been struggling against the undead in the city, had already broken through the obstacles and arrived before him.

Leading them was Deacon Liu.

Deacon Liu's gaze was quickly drawn to the demonic blood sword in Xiang Tian's hand, and a flash of amazement crossed his eyes.

He hurriedly asked, "Xiang Tian, was it you who dealt with the core of this Small World?"

Xiang Tian nodded slightly, "In a way."

"Truly a young man of great promise!" Deacon Liu said with a face full of praise, giving Xiang Tian a thumbs up.

But Xiang Tian had no heart to pay attention to his praise; all his focus was on the phantom that was about to dissipate.

This phantom gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

It felt as if he had seen it somewhere, perhaps in a TV drama from his past life, or perhaps in some ancient record.

Seeing the phantom's figure grow fainter and fainter, Xiang Tian rushed over.

"Hey! You haven't told me your name yet!"

The phantom, however, turned into specks of faint light and dissipated into the air.

"What a pity, I still don't know who he is!" Xiang Tian stopped in his tracks, muttering to himself with a face full of frustration.

Just as he was grumbling to himself.

A majestic voice that shook the heavens and earth suddenly came from the void.

The voice alone caused the entire space to tremble slightly: "Huang!"

"Hiss!" Xiang Tian sucked in another breath of cold air, his whole body jolting as a look of extreme shock flashed in his eyes.

Huang?

He was all too familiar with this name!

This was the top-tier character with heaven-defying combat power from a novel he had read in his past life!

Deacon Liu was also startled back to his senses by the voice and looked toward where the phantom had dissipated.

With a face full of confusion, he turned and asked Xiang Tian: "Xiang Tian, all of this... it couldn't have been done by that phantom just now, right?"

"Yes," Xiang Tian replied, snapping back to his senses and nodding slightly without offering much explanation.

The matter of the lottery draw was too bizarre; there was no way to explain it clearly.

Rather than inviting unnecessary trouble, it was better to simply keep his mouth shut.

Deacon Liu nodded thoughtfully.

Then his expression turned serious: "Since this Small World is on the verge of collapsing, we should get out as soon as possible to avoid being swept into the spatial turbulence."

Just then, the sound of hurried footsteps was heard.

Deacon Liu quickly turned around and cupped his hands in greeting to the group of people arriving.

His tone was respectful: "Sect Master, Elders!"

Xiang Tian looked up as a group of people quickly approached.

"Hmm! What happened inside the Small World?"

Leading them were two men: one was an old man with white hair and a white beard, and the other was a middle-aged man with a steady temperament.

The one who had just spoken was the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the surrounding mess as his brows furrowed slightly.

"Sect Master, it went like this..."

Deacon Liu didn't dare to delay and hurriedly explained everything he had seen from beginning to end to the Sect Master and the Elders.

He placed special emphasis on the mysterious phantom and the demonic blood sword in Xiang Tian's hand.

"You say a mysterious phantom dealt with that powerful Divine Sense?" The Sect Master's brow arched slightly, a flash of surprise in his eyes.

Then, all their eyes fell on Xiang Tian in unison.

Seeing this, Xiang Tian quickly took a step forward and cupped his hands to the Sect Master and the Elders.

"Greetings, Sect Master and Elders!"

"Mm!" The Sect Master nodded slightly, his figure flickering as he instantly teleported to Xiang Tian's side.

"Xiang Tian, tell me, what is the origin of that phantom?"

Xiang Tian's heart stirred.

He could only speak vaguely: "Sect Master, I'm not entirely sure either. It was just a phantom... and then it ended up like this."

The scrutiny in the Sect Master's eyes deepened, but he didn't press further.

He merely glanced at the old man leading the Tyrant Blade Sect standing not far away.

"Since you're not sure either, let's head back to the Sect first. Speaking of which, you haven't officially reported to our Heavenly Sword Sect yet, have you?"

"That's correct, Sect Master," Xiang Tian quickly nodded in response.

"Good, then follow me back to the Sect now!" As the Sect Master spoke, he prepared to lead Xiang Tian away.

But at that moment, the people from the Tyrant Blade Sect suddenly took a step forward together.

They blocked their path with unfriendly expressions.

The Third Elder of the Tyrant Blade Sect quickly stepped forward.

He bowed to the leading old man and said, "Sect Head, we cannot let Xiang Tian leave! Back in the Phantom God Forest, his group killed so many of our Tyrant Blade Sect Disciples. If this debt is not repaid, it will be hard to appease the hatred in the hearts of everyone in the Tyrant Blade Sect!"

The Heavenly Sword Sect Master's face instantly darkened, and his pressure slowly spread out.

His tone was icy: "The Tyrant Blade Sect actually dares to block this Sect Master's path? It seems I haven't come out to move around for a long time, so the world thinks my Heavenly Sword Sect is easy to bully, or that I'm no longer capable?"

"Rumble—!"

A terrifying Aura suddenly erupted from his body.

The mere aftershock sent the Third Elder of the Tyrant Blade Sect stumbling back repeatedly.

He staggered back several dozen feet, his internal blood and Qi churning incessantly.

"This is only a warning," he shouted coldly.

"If you dare block this Sect Master's path again, then wait for your Tyrant Blade Sect to come and collect your corpse!"

"Sect Head, we can't let Xiang Tian return to the Heavenly Sword Sect just like that!" the other Tyrant Blade Sect Elders stepped forward one after another.

They urged their Sect Head, "Our Tyrant Blade Sect Disciples cannot have died in vain!"

The Sect Head stroked the beard on his chin, his gaze fixed on the Heavenly Sword Sect Master, a hint of Battle Intent flashing in his eyes.

Then his figure moved, stopping in front of him.

"Dongfang Jun, it's been a long time since we've sparred, hasn't it? Since everyone is gathered here today, why don't we take this opportunity to have a good match?"

"Sect Master Wan Bugui, you old fogey, do you truly intend to block this Sect Master's path?" Dongfang Jun's Aura surged once more.

"Sect Master Dongfang, don't think so poorly of me," Sect Master Wan Bugui smiled.

"I simply wish to spar with you, nothing more."

Sect Master Wan Bugui's figure flickered, and he struck a palm toward Dongfang Jun with violent force.

"Hmph!" Dongfang Jun snorted coldly.

His figure shifted nimbly, easily dodging the lethal strike.

Immediately following that.

Dongfang Jun turned and instructed the Grand Elder behind him: "Grand Elder, I'll leave Xiang Tian to you. I'm going to meet this old fogey!"

"Yes, Sect Master!" the Grand Elder quickly bowed in response.

Then, leading a group of Heavenly Sword Sect Elders, he shielded Xiang Tian tightly in the center.

They stared warily at the people from the Tyrant Blade Sect.

Standing in the middle of the crowd, Xiang Tian sighed inwardly.

Is this the confidence of a great Sect?

Whenever a powerful enemy is encountered, there will always be someone to step forward and have one's back.

He couldn't help but imagine.

If he weren't a Disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect, without the protection of Dongfang Jun and the Elders,

today's situation...

"Bang!"

"Rumble—!"

Dongfang Jun and Sect Master Wan Bugui were already locked in combat.

As the leaders of two great Sects fought with all their might, terrifying power swept in all directions, causing the entire space to tremble violently.

The great battle had officially begun.

The Elders of the Heavenly Sword Sect and the Tyrant Blade Sect also stood facing each other with cold expressions.

Conflict could erupt at any moment.

"People of the Heavenly Sword Sect, I advise you to be sensible and give up on Xiang Tian!" an Elder of the Tyrant Blade Sect spoke first.

"Otherwise, we'll make sure you all are buried here today!"

"Do you think that's possible?" the Grand Elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect snorted coldly.

"Xiang Tian is a Disciple of our Heavenly Sword Sect. Ensuring his safety is our responsibility. If you want to touch him, you'll have to get through us first!"

"What's so impossible about it?"

A voice suddenly came from the distance.

A group of people dressed in black with eerie Auras quickly arrived, instantly surrounding the Heavenly Sword Sect members.

Xiang Tian looked up, and the moment he saw the newcomers, his brows furrowed tightly and his expression became grave.

The newcomers were none other than the people from the Yinshi Sect.

The man with the sinister face leading them was the Sect Master of the Yinshi Sect, Ling Xiao.

"Not good, even the Sect Master of the Yinshi Sect has been mobilized!" The Heavenly Sword Sect Grand Elder's face changed drastically, his brows knitting tightly as he groaned inwardly.

"The Sect Master is being held back by Sect Master Wan Bugui. We Elders have to face the people from two great Sects, the Tyrant Blade Sect and the Yinshi Sect, simultaneously. Not to mention Ling Xiao, a Sect Master, is personally overseeing this. What are we to do?"

Seeing this, the Third Elder of the Tyrant Blade Sect showed a smug smile.

"How about it? Is this enough weight now? I advise you to hand over Xiang Tian as soon as possible to avoid seeking your own deaths!"

In the blink of an eye, the Heavenly Sword Sect members were surrounded by the Tyrant Blade Sect and Yinshi Sect, falling into a desperate situation.

A bloody battle seemed unavoidable.

"Boy, when you killed my son, you should have known there would be a day like this!" Ling Xiao stared at Xiang Tian with a cold gaze.

The chilling Aura around him was almost enough to freeze someone.

Xiang Tian took a deep breath, pushed aside the Elders in front of him, and slowly walked to the front.

He stared at Ling Xiao calmly and said in an indifferent tone: "Are you really just doing this to avenge your son?"

"Sharp-tongued brat!" Ling Xiao shouted in rage, the killing intent in his eyes exploding.

His figure moved, and he was about to rush at Xiang Tian, prepared to kill him with his own hands.

"Yo yo yo, Sect Master Ling Xiao, you're such an old fellow, yet you're so shameless as to bully a Junior. What kind of skill is that?"

A charming and slightly mocking voice suddenly came.

It broke the tense atmosphere of the scene.

Following that, a group of women dressed in pink attire carried a magnificent sedan chair.

They descended from the sky and landed not far away.

Suddenly, a graceful figure flew out of the sedan chair.

With a lithe posture and a beautiful, alluring face, it was Lotus.

In the blink of an eye, Lotus landed beside Xiang Tian.

She reached out a slender, jade-like hand and affectionately pinched Xiang Tian's cheek.

"Little husband, you weren't scared by these old fogeys just now, were you?"

The corner of Xiang Tian's mouth twitched.

Given the current situation, he still needed Lotus's help.

He could only suppress the urge to complain and remained silent for the moment.