620: Chapter 620 Here Comes the Young Master

Qin Yu still did not turn back.

With the time power of the xuantian treasure mirror bolstering her, her speed instantly increased a hundredfold.

Her figure turned into a beam of extreme light, so fast that she could not even leave behind an afterimage, like lightning tearing through the night sky.

The hunyuan hammer in her hand shrank back to its normal size, and with one swing per person —

Bang!

A head shattered into a mist of blood.

Bang!

Another person's chest collapsed, and their whole body flew out like a ragdoll.

Bang!

Another person was cut in half at the waist, their upper body flying away while their lower body remained standing in place.

The three of them, along with their Nascent Soul, were all smashed into a pulp of flesh.

Like cutting melons and vegetables, nothing more.

Within a few breaths, a dozen more people fell to the ground.

The remaining dozen or so were so scared that they scattered and fled, not even daring to look back.

The ground was strewn with severed limbs and wreckage, and blood seeped into the soil, forming small, dark red streams.

A thick, bloody stench permeated the air, choking enough to make one want to vomit.

Yan Nuo broke out in a cold sweat and swallowed his saliva: "Brother Tan... where did you find such a monster?"

Tan Zhan shook his head helplessly: "Actually, I don't know which faction she comes from either."

"I am from the academy, the Killing Dao Academy." Qin Yu said in a flat tone.

Han Feng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, still feeling lingering fear: "So you are a Fellow Daoist from the Killing Dao Academy, this truly has opened my eyes."

Nangong Xue put away her sword, walked to Qin Yu's side, naturally hooked her arm, and her eyes sparkled: "Do you have an older brother? Or a younger brother? Are your older or younger brothers single?"

Qin Yu pulled her arm back expressionlessly, waved her hand, and streams of light shot out from the scattered qiankun rings on the ground. She collected a dozen competition tokens into her qiankun ring.

Nangong Xue smiled and opened her hand, with three competition tokens floating in her palm, handing them to Qin Yu: "Here, for you!"

Qin Yu glanced at her, did not stand on ceremony, took them directly, and said in a low voice: "Thank you."

"You're welcome!" Nangong Xue leaned in with a grin.

Tan Zhan looked at the tragic scene on the ground, was silent for a moment, and said in a low voice: "Let us... leave this place first."

The group looked at each other, and after clearing the battlefield, they immediately turned into five streams of light and escaped into the sky.

Behind them, the flattened mountain Peak was still smoking, and embers of spiritual light remained among the rubble.

The wind blew across the battlefield, carrying a bloody stench.

Outside the arena.

You looked at Qin Yu and the other four people in the bronze mirror, and rubbed your brow.

Nangong Xue, Tan Zhan, Yan Nuo — the strength of these people is not low.

You still remember that in the last Holy Land Grand Competition, Nangong Xue was sixth, Tan Zhan was ninth, and Yan Nuo was tenth.

But right now, the few of them joined forces and actually could not even suppress thirty Nascent Soul Loose Cultivators.

When did Loose Cultivators become so strong?

What surprised you even more was that the thirty Nascent Soul Loose Cultivators just now, every one of them had strength that was not weak; they were simply not ordinary Loose Cultivators.

Where did so many strong people gathered together come from?

Could it be that the Demon Race or Yao Race mixed in?

That Secret Realm is not in the same space as yours, and Divine Sense cannot penetrate it. You outside the arena can only watch the images, cannot hear what they are saying, and cannot distinguish the identities of those people.

Actually, before the Grand Competition started, you discovered — among the millions of contestants, not only did Qin Han transform into a human form and mix in, but tens of thousands of Yao Beasts and even Demon Race Cultivators were mixed among them.

All the inspectors knew, but everyone tacitly pretended not to see.

You secretly rejoiced, fortunately, you armed Qin Yu to the teeth.

The time power of the xuantian treasure mirror, the space power of the qingming mirror, the invulnerability of the chaos cloak, plus her own strength — there was no suspense left.

Young Master Lan from the Holy Land suddenly spoke: "Have you all noticed that junior in the Nascent Soul arena? Not simple. Cultivators of the same stage cannot last one move in her hands."

"You are talking about that girl who is with Nangong Xue, right?" Xuanyuan Ziyan asked.

Young Master Lan nodded: "Exactly. I wonder which Prodigy she is? To have such strength. I am afraid that everyone here was not as good as her back when we were in the Nascent Soul Stage, right?"

There was no sound in the image, and the people outside the arena could not hear their conversation, so they did not know what Qin Yu and the others said.

"If I remember correctly, she should be a Disciple of the Killing Dao Academy." Instructor Yun Yao spoke up.

Patriarch Sima Gongzhi narrowed his eyes: "The academy actually has such a talent, I hope she can survive until the end."

As soon as the words fell, several sound transmissions rang in your mind in succession.

"The Genius of the Killing Dao Academy cannot be left alive. Otherwise, she will definitely be a great threat to our Heavenly Palace in the future." Liu Tianxing's voice was as cold as ice shards.

"This person's background is unknown, and there must be a Guardian behind her, so I am afraid it will not be easy to make a move." Elder Qi's tone was hesitant.

"Leave it to me, I will send a death soldier with a Void Refining Clone to perish together with her." Patriarch Sima Gongzhi's voice was decisive.

"Given the strength and trump cards she just displayed, there must be a strong person guarding her, a Void Refining Clone may not be able to kill her, and will instead alert the enemy." Yan Ji added.

You transmitted your voice expressionlessly: "Leave it to me."

The others looked at you, nodded tacitly, and said no more.

This is not a good job.

To assassinate such a Prodigy, who knows what level of Guardian is standing behind her — it is a life of nine deaths.

Since you took the initiative to take it over, they could not ask for more.

Just like Yun Xiaozi in the Soul Transformation arena, there is always a Peak Mahayana standing behind him.

Even so, Venerable Cang Xuan did not dare to let Yun Xiaozi expose his identity.

At this moment, Venerable Cang Xuan was standing in the crowd at the edge of the square.

The edge of the square was densely packed with people, all here to watch the show. No one expected that a Peak Mahayana was hiding in the crowd.

Venerable Cang Xuan calmly watched Yun Xiaozi in the image, speechless in his heart — this kid, he does not act low-key at all.

Wherever there is a battle, he runs there.

In the image, a battlefield is in full swing.

One side is a dozen people led by Pavilion Master Sima Jingting and the Old Ancestor of the Wei family.

The other side only has four — Chu Yiyi, Tang Zhan, Jingkong, Gu Lingshuang.

The four were surrounded in the middle, in a sorry state, retreating step by step.

Unfortunately, this area has been set up with a great formation — the Ten Directions Absolute Space Formation.

This formation is specifically aimed at Soul Transformation Cultivators, isolating the space within a radius of 100,000 miles. Teleportation cannot penetrate it, and one can only move within the range of the formation.

The most critical point is: one can enter, but cannot exit.

The Old Ancestor of the Wei family slapped out with his palm, and the Law palm print covered the sky and sun, pressing down towards Gu Lingshuang.

Gu Lingshuang couldn't dodge in time, was swept by the edge of the palm print, and her whole body flew out like a kite with a broken string, falling heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

She struggled to stand up, only to find that she was locked by an invisible force and could not move.

"Die."

Pavilion Master Sima Jingting raised his hand, a crimson Flying Sword hung in front of him, the tip of the sword aimed at Gu Lingshuang's brow, and the spiritual light surged.

Gu Lingshuang's pupils shrank, watching as the sword light was about to shoot out —

"Hahaha... This young master has arrived!"

A figure descended from the sky, landed in front of Gu Lingshuang, shaking the ground until it cracked, and rubble splashed.

The person who came was Yun Xiaozi.