409: Chapter 409 The Wolf Lord of the Wild Night

"How is it?"

"Were these few whetstones handy to use?"

The White-Haired Youth lifted his small face and looked toward the two pathetic Yao Race members. His crisp voice rang out; this was the first sentence he had spoken since appearing.

The two Yao Beasts hurriedly struggled to their feet, ignoring their injuries, and bowed respectfully to the White-Haired Youth.

"Greetings, Master."

Seeing this scene!

Wang Guan and Zhuang Ruoheng subconsciously glanced at each other, both seeing deep doubt and confusion in the other's eyes.

But since the joint offensive they had just launched with full strength had been effortlessly deflected by this child, they knew his strength was unfathomable. The two did not dare to act rashly, instead retreating together for a distance to maintain a safe position.

The White-Haired Youth didn't care at all, as if such avoidance was just an insignificant trifle that didn't cross his mind.

The Giant Elephant Demon lowered its head and said in a heavy voice, "Master, if we could use our Natal Yao Aspects, we would surely be able to kill these two Cultivators!"

The White-Haired Youth waved his hand dismissively. "You didn't use your trump cards, so you think they didn't have hidden hands?"

"After all, you've stayed in this space for too long and haven't experienced a true life-and-death battle in ages, making you forget how to fight with others."

"Who exactly is this person?"

"Why does it feel like he is completely unaffected by the suppression of this world?"

Pavilion Master Shen couldn't suppress the shock and doubt in his heart and blurted out.

"He is not human; he is a Yao."

Hearing this, Gu Yunshen, Dongfang Li, and Pavilion Master Shen all turned their heads to look at the Man in White Robes who had been silent. Chen Xuan's expression was solemn as he said word by word:

"And he is a Yao Venerable."

[Name: Desolate Night Wolf Venerable (Clone)]

[cultivation base: Sixth Level of Tribulation Transcendence Realm]

[Race: Moon-Devouring Wolf]

[Physique: None]

[Aptitude: Rare Bloodline]

Looking at the information provided by the Samsara Heavenly Dao Eye, Chen Xuan couldn't help but feel caught between laughter and tears. Although he had long heard that the Cultivation World was full of "what ifs," he hadn't expected this "what if" to come so quickly, and that he would be the one to run into it.

Just after entering the Secret Realm, he encountered such a "grand prize"; it truly was hard to tell whether it was a blessing or a curse.

Wait!

Earlier, this beast mentioned "whetstones"...

Could it be that their group's movements had long been detected by the opponent, and every step they took coming here was merely treated as a whetstone for the opponent's subordinate Yao Race to practice on?

Chen Xuan was currently only at the second level of the Mahayana Stage. He had no concrete concept of how terrifying a Yao Venerable's power was, and he didn't want to know for the time being—at least not today.

Mainly because...

The child before him was only a Clone. If he encountered the original body and used his trump card, the instant kill card, it wouldn't be too much of a loss. But using a trump card against a Clone would be quite a poor trade.

However...

For a dignified Yao Venerable, with so many Cultivators flooding into this Secret Realm like a plague of locusts, it was only natural for him to notice something.

But the current situation had already entered a dilemma.

If he were to lead Wanqing and the others to break through and flee, what would the chances of success be?

As for the few people from the Demon Abyss Pavilion, the Disciples of that Old Schemer No. 4, what did they have to do with him?

"Peak... Peak Master Chen, what did you just say?"

Gu Yunshen's face was pale as he hurriedly followed up.

Chen Xuan didn't keep them in suspense and immediately sent the message to the three of them via Heart Lake Transmission: "This White-Haired Youth is the Clone of a Yao Venerable!"

He paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping across the battlefield below, and said solemnly, "This Secret Realm is far from as simple as we imagined. My suggestion is to find an opportunity to withdraw directly. There's no need to worry about your Disciples; they are currently safe."

Chen Xuan's Clone had already gathered Yun Xuanxuan and the others, taking them out of the city ahead of time!

"This... how could there be a Yao Venerable in the Secret Realm?"

Pavilion Master Shen's brows were tightly knit, clearly disbelieving. "The Nine Great Yao Venerables are all stationed on the Monster Beast Continent, and I have never seen this person's appearance in any ancient records."

Yao Venerables weren't like cabbages on the street; how could one just bump into one by entering a Secret Realm?

"Whether you believe it or not is up to you!"

Chen Xuan had said all he needed to say and spoke no further.

Dongfang Li was silent for a moment, her slender brows slightly furrowed, then she said softly, "No... perhaps this White-Haired Youth is not one of those Nine Great Yao Venerables."

Pavilion Master Shen and Gu Yunshen both turned their gazes toward her.

"Since this Secret Realm can accommodate Mahayana Stage Yao Race members, why can't there be a Yao Venerable of the Tribulation Transcendence Realm?"

"This..."

Pavilion Master Shen swallowed, suddenly speechless and unable to refute.

Gu Yunshen's expression was solemn as he said, "Regardless of whether he is a Yao Venerable, just looking at his sudden appearance and the way he effortlessly blocked the joint attack of Wang Guan and the other, it's clear he is no ordinary figure."

"Our purpose for entering the Secret Realm this time is only the guixu immortal ferry boat. There's no need to cause more trouble here and bring problems upon ourselves."

While the four were discussing in low voices, the Desolate Night Wolf Venerable on the other side had finished reprimanding his subordinates. He slowly turned his head, his clear eyes falling on the ever-vigilant Wang Guan and Zhuang Ruoheng, his crisp voice carrying a hint of playfulness:

"Two Mahayana Stages."

Immediately after, his gaze swept toward the direction where Chen Xuan and the other three were, a faint smile curling at the corners of his mouth. "A total of six Mahayana Stages; it's made my Camel Bell Ferry quite lively."

"How about this: each side sends two people to compete. The winning side can leave this place safely."

"As for the losing side..."

He drew out his words, and before the final note could fall, a sudden change occurred!

"I assume I don't need to say more about what their fate will be?"

Is he learning from the Human Race's practice of watching Yao beasts fight for entertainment?

After hearing this, this thought inexplicably popped into Chen Xuan's mind.

The moment the words fell, a Sword Qi as brilliant as a blazing sun suddenly pierced the Void Realm, carrying a sharp whistle that tore through the air, slashing straight toward the white-clothed boy's brow.

As everyone knows, true killers are always silent, giving the opponent no chance to react!

And those who need to call out their Move names when attacking...

...can only be seen in Sect competitions between the Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment stages.

Zhuang Ruoheng's expression was cold and elegant. Her delicate lips exhaled softly; clearly, this sword strike had utilized ten percent of her cultivation base.

However, facing this thunderous sword strike, the Desolate Night Wolf Venerable merely raised his hand calmly. That pink little hand seemed to contain the mighty power of heaven and earth as it reached directly into the brilliant Sword Qi, his five fingers closing lightly to firmly grasp that Sword Qi—which was enough to heavily injure a Mahayana Cultivator—in his palm.

The Sword Qi tossed and flashed in his palm like a tamed radiant moon, sharp and burning yet unable to harm him in the slightest.

He slowly lifted his eyes, his clear gaze locking onto Zhuang Ruoheng, who had just retracted her sword. His tone was calm and rippleless, yet it carried a trace of indescribable mockery: "You Human Race members are truly as predictable as ever."

"Still as fond of seeking death as ever, not knowing the heights of the heavens or the depths of the earth!"