261: Chapter 261 Secret Assistance

Brother Shen Jun looked in the direction where he had disappeared and shook his head helplessly. A flash of complexity then crossed his eyes before he turned and headed in another direction within the Secret Realm.

Among the many Elders and deacons from Yuelai Pavilion who had entered the Secret Realm this time, Brother Shen Jun's strength was not at the very top. He could not fully represent Yuelai Pavilion and it was inconvenient for him to be directly drawn into the power struggle, which would bring trouble to the Pavilion.

In the northwest corner of the inner layer of the Secret Realm, a fierce wind howled, sending sand and stones flying. White Lion was covered in blood, its white mane dyed dark red, and its left hind leg was a bloody mess; it had clearly suffered heavy injuries.

Blocking its path were three Martial Kings with imposing auras: Hu Yunxiao, Wu Muchuan, and Zhao Zuoyang.

The surrounding area was tightly encircled by Disciples from the three parties, their Spiritual Qi interwoven into a net, trapping it in the center.

"White Lion, hand over the Purple Mansion Yun Shen Zhi immediately, and I will spare your life!" Hu Yunxiao held a long sword, its tip flashing with a cold glint, his tone arrogant.

After his Breakthrough to Martial King, his strength had greatly increased, and he no longer held ordinary Demon Kings in his eyes.

White Lion raised its head and roared, its voice hoarse yet filled with unyielding spirit: "You despicable humans, coveting this King's treasure, and you still want this King to surrender? Wishful thinking!"

The Spiritual Qi within White Lion surged; it was clearly preparing to trigger the energy its father had left inside its body to fight them to the death.

Wu Muchuan frowned slightly and said in a deep voice: "Brother Hu, let's finish this quickly. There are many variables in the Secret Realm, and if we attract other Martial Kings, it might cause trouble."

Hu Yunxiao sneered: "What is there to fear? Liu Ye and the others are still hunting Demon Kings in the southwest direction and definitely cannot come here. This White Lion is already at the end of its rope; it will definitely die today!"

Just as the three were preparing to launch a fatal joint strike, a clear, resonant sword chime and a surging Saber Qi suddenly came from the horizon. Immediately following, two figures fell like meteors, landing right in front of White Lion.

"The three brothers are joining forces to besiege a Demon King, yet you didn't invite us? Isn't that looking down on us a bit too much?"

Yuan Zhe of the Lihuo Sect and Li Xiuyan of the Li Family stood with their hands behind their backs, their robes fluttering. Their calm gazes swept over Hu Yunxiao and the other two, and an invisible pressure slowly spread outward.

They had obviously followed the scent here as well.

"Li Xiuyan? I didn't expect you, kid, to be able to have a Breakthrough," Hu Yunxiao scoffed, completely disregarding him.

"Hmph, Hu Yunxiao, don't be too arrogant." Li Xiuyan retorted weakly, knowing in his heart that he had achieved his Breakthrough the latest and had the thinnest foundation; he estimated he really was no match for these few.

Hu Yunxiao recognized Yuan Zhe, and a flash of surprise crossed his eyes: "Yuan Zhe! Your Lihuo Sect wants to meddle in other people's business too?"

Wu Muchuan's expression changed slightly, his tone carrying a hint of displeasure: "Yuan Zhe, this is a matter between my Wu Family and the Hu and Zhao Families; it has nothing to do with your Lihuo Sect. Leave now!"

Although he knew Yuan Zhe was difficult to deal with and was one of the two strongest of the Lihuo Sect's younger generation, before the sixth-rank Purple Mansion Yun Shen Zhi, everything was non-negotiable.

Yuan Zhe's mouth curled into a cold arc: "Brother Hu, Brother Wu, Brother Zhao, a sixth-rank precious herb is hard to come by. I am definitely participating in today's affair. Either let us join, or let it go, so that no one gets it."

The Lihuo Sect did not want to see the Four Great Families of the East Sea produce another sixth-rank Martial Emperor; that would be too great a threat to the Lihuo Sect.

White Lion looked at the human who had arrived later, a flash of astonishment crossing its eyes, which immediately turned into deep gratitude.

Yes, yes, yes, let it go; that's good for everyone!

Hu Yunxiao laughed out of extreme anger: "You ungrateful wretch! Since you want to die, then I will grant your wish!"

"Wu Muchuan, you watch this White Lion. Zhao Zuoyang, you deal with that trash Li Xiuyan."

His figure flashed, and the long sword in his hand hacked out a blazing Sword Qi, slashing straight at Yuan Zhe's head.

Yuan Zhe's eyes narrowed. He stepped out ripples beneath his feet, his figure dodging the Sword Qi like a ghost. At the same time, his right hand formed a blade with his fingers, and a cyan Saber Qi condensed, slashing straight at Hu Yunxiao's heart.

This Saber Qi appeared plain, but it contained extremely pure Spiritual Qi, causing Hu Yunxiao's expression to change drastically as he hurriedly returned his sword to block.

"Clang!"

The sound of metal clashing rang throughout the entire sky. Hu Yunxiao was shaken back three steps by the Saber Qi, his arm numb, his eyes filled with shock: "What kind of Cultivation Technique is this? How could it have such power?"

Wu Muchuan and Zhao Zuoyang also had grave expressions. They could feel that Yuan Zhe's strength at this moment had already undergone an earth-shattering change compared to a few months ago.

Yuan Zhe did not answer. His gaze swept over the three, his tone cold: "Asking one last time: let us join, or let it go?"

Hu Yunxiao's eyes were sinister: "If you refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit, then don't blame me for being impolite!"

He exchanged a glance with Wu Muchuan and Zhao Zuoyang. The three simultaneously circulated their Spiritual Qi, and three massive Martial King auras enveloped Yuan Zhe; another great battle in the Secret Realm was on the verge of breaking out.

Just as the five Martial Kings were fiercely battling, Ye Yisong quietly arrived at the Zhao Family's camp and stood next to Zhao Qingyan.

"Hmm? Yisong, why did you come over?" Zhao Qingyan said anxiously, "Leave quickly. Look at what kind of place this is before you go drilling into it."

White Lion, trapped in the center, clearly saw Ye Yisong and let out a few stammering cries towards him, seemingly asking for help.

"Brother Qingyan, this White Lion cannot be killed. Its father is the Demon Emperor in the Wangchuan Secret Realm. Release it quickly, otherwise, we will all die here," Ye Yisong held down the anxious Zhao Qingyan and secretly transmitted his voice.

"Lion King, don't worry. Run towards my side in a moment, and I will secretly help you leave this place."

"What? The Demon Emperor's son? How do you know that?" Zhao Qingyan was shocked and asked via voice transmission.

"There is no time to explain this now. I will tell you in detail later. We must quickly find a way to release it now, otherwise, it will be hard to handle once those few have decided the outcome," Ye Yisong was even more anxious than Zhao Qingyan and urged him.

"Are you sure it is the Demon Emperor's son?" Zhao Qingyan confirmed again.

"Sure, and certain!" Ye Yisong said firmly.

"Alright, I believe you." A ripple appeared in Zhao Qingyan's eyes, and he ultimately decided to believe Ye Yisong; there was no need for him to lie about such a major matter.

If the Zhao Family really killed this Demon Emperor's son and angered that sleeping old lion, no one would be able to leave the Wangchuan Secret Realm alive.

Even if they left the Wangchuan Secret Realm, they might not necessarily survive!

Zhao Qingyan first used a specific method of the Family to briefly explain the matter to Zhao Zuoyang, which shocked Zhao Zuoyang so much that he was almost skewered by Li Xiuyan.

Next, he arranged for one of the most trusted Martial Ancestors among the Family Disciples to secretly shift their position by one step, exposing a flaw in the defensive Formation.

"Lion King, trust me! Now is the time!"

Ye Yisong gave a hint again inadvertently. He dared not be the slightest bit careless and did not even dare to use voice transmission, fearing that others would discover the Spiritual Qi fluctuations.

"Roar!"

The five great Martial Kings gradually moved away from White Lion, giving it a chance. It stood up and ran silently towards the location of the Zhao Family.

"Quick, defend! Don't let it run away!" Zhao Qingyan immediately organized the Zhao Family members to increase Spiritual Qi output, pretending to consolidate the Formation, but actually secretly slacking off and exposing a flaw.

White Lion easily tore through the Zhao Family's defensive Formation and fled towards the depths of the dense forest.

"Damn it, stop fighting! The Demon King has run away! Zhao Zuoyang, you Zhao Family members are all trash! Chase!" Hu Yunxiao shouted in frustration.