The Great Earthquake at Wuya Mountain

Facing Zong Minglie's mad shouts and screams, Zhong Qing's expression remained calm, his eyes as cold as frost.

"Are you done talking?"

"Since you have no more trump cards, you can be on your way."

Zhong Qing slowly raised his hand, preparing to send Zong Minglie on his way.

"You can't kill me! I won't die!"

Zong Minglie's face was flushed, his eyes wild.

He suddenly waved his hand, and countless rays of light flew towards Zhong Qing.

He actually released all the trump cards in his storage ring at once, then detonated them all without a care.

Of course, this made no difference to Zhong Qing.

But at this very moment, a scroll appeared in Zong Minglie's hand, and he crushed it fiercely.

A burst of light erupted, and the space behind Zong Minglie instantly tore open.

"A Teleportation Scroll?"

Zhong Qing raised his eyebrows, stopping his hand with interest.

The torn space continuously churned, stabilizing in the blink of an eye, and the scene on the other end also appeared through the rift.

It was a large mountain shrouded in mist, situated above a sea of clouds.

On the mountaintop, a magnificent hall stood tall.

This was precisely the main sect of Wuya Mountain.

A look of joy appeared in Zong Minglie's eyes.

This was his last trump card and reliance.

An extremely precious Space Scroll.

Unlike the Ten Thousand Miles Teleportation Technique, it could directly tear open a spatial passage between two locations.

And the other end was his Wuya Sect's old home; as long as he returned to Wuya Sect, no one could touch him!

His originally weak legs, upon seeing the hope of survival, finally moved with effort.

Zong Minglie directly rushed into the spatial rift, shouting loudly at the same time.

"Help!"

"Father, save me!"

"Old Ancestor, save me!"

At the same time, on the other side of the spatial rift.

Wuya Mountain's main sect.

Although named after a mountain, Wuya Mountain was actually situated within an entire mountain range.

Its vast territory even surpassed that of the other Four Great Holy Lands.

Throughout the countless peaks of the entire mountain range, numerous magnificent pavilions and towers stood, appearing like celestial palaces in the heavens amidst the swirling mist.

Wuya Mountain's cultivation in this mountain range for countless years had created this Secret Realm known as the Wuya Immortal Realm.

The mountain gates and sect locations of the other Four Great Holy Lands seemed somewhat inferior in comparison.

Of course, this was because the other sects did not put as much effort into this aspect as Wuya Mountain, but the strength of Wuya Mountain was evident from this.

And in the center of the mountain range, the tallest Cloud Cliff Peak was where the main hall of Wuya Mountain was located.

At this moment, Sect Master Zong Daotian was in the Wuya Hall garden, refining a blade-shaped Magic Treasure Divine Weapon floating before him.

"In another day, this Wang-level Divine Weapon will be completely refined by this Sect Master."

A smile appeared at the corner of Zong Daotian's mouth.

This was a genuine Wang-level Divine Weapon his Wuya Mountain had found in a Secret Realm a few days ago.

And fortunately, its attributes perfectly matched his, which was simply a heaven-sent blessing.

Therefore, Zong Daotian had been busy refining the Divine Weapon these past few days, not bothering with external matters.

If he could refine this Divine Weapon, his personal strength as Sect Master would surpass that of the other Four Great Holy Lands.

He could be considered invincible below the Earth Profound Realm.

In comparison, other trivial matters were naturally not worth mentioning.

Just as Zong Daotian was fantasizing about overpowering the other Four Great Holy Lands in the future, feeling somewhat complacent.

A shrill scream broke the silence.

"Help!"

"Father, save me!"

Zong Daotian was startled, snapping back to reality.

First, he was furious. He was in the middle of refining a Divine Weapon; who dared to make such a ruckus at this critical moment?

If it interfered with his refining the Divine Weapon, he would surely kill that person's entire family.

But the next moment, he realized.

This voice, it sounded like his son, Zong Minglie?

"Old Ancestor, save me!"

The shrill scream rang out again, and Zong Daotian shivered, finally confirming it was Zong Minglie, then he became enraged.

"Who? Who dares to harm my son at my Wuya Mountain?"

He roared, not even bothering with the Divine Weapon, and flew out.

At the same time, a group of Wuya Mountain Elders also flew out.

Zong Minglie's screams were so shrill that they naturally all heard them. How could they stand by when the Young Lord was in trouble? They all followed him out.

They saw Zong Minglie rushing out of the spatial rift in mid-air ahead.

He was disheveled, covered in dust, staggering, and looked extremely miserable.

As Zong Daotian was shocked, his anger grew even fiercer.

His precious son, whom he usually couldn't bear to scold, was actually reduced to such a state.

Whoever did it, he would make them pay a terrible price!

Seeing Zong Daotian and the others fly out, a look of hope reappeared in Zong Minglie's eyes in the sky.

"Father, quickly save me! Someone is chasing... Ah!"

Before he could finish speaking, a fair, slender hand reached out from the spatial rift behind him and clenched the Void Realm.

Zong Minglie was like a small chicken, suddenly squeezed by an invisible large hand, letting out a dying scream, and he was dragged back.

Seeing this, Zong Daotian was greatly alarmed and immediately launched a full-power attack at that hand.

"Audacious madman! Release my son!"

However, his full-power strike in his rage was like a mud ox entering the sea; the hand took the blow head-on, completely unharmed, and instead began to slowly contract.

All of Zong Minglie's bones creaked as they were crushed, and his screams pierced the sky.

Zong Daotian cried out in alarm, "Stay your hand!"

And Zong Minglie, in despair, cried out again, "Father, save..."

His last plea for help did not manage to finish before the five fingers of the hand gently clenched.

Zong Minglie was completely crushed into a bloody mess.

Spraying blood splattered everywhere, covering Zong Daotian, who was rushing forward, from head to face.

The latter stopped, standing dazed in place, trembling all over.

"My... my son..."

At this moment, through the spatial rift that had not yet closed, Zong Daotian finally saw the figure on the other side.

He saw a fair and handsome young man with a clear and elegant appearance, dressed in simple cloth, with an expressionless face.

Zong Daotian's eyes were bloodshot, and he roared hysterically.

"Beast!"

"You killed my son!"

"I'll have you die!"

At this time, the spatial rift had already begun to close, and even if Zong Daotian rushed forward with all his might, he could not catch up.

He could only watch as Zhong Qing's figure and his emotionless face disappeared from his sight.

"No matter who you are, you are dead!"

The enraged Zong Daotian roared to the sky.

"Even if I have to go to the ends of the earth, I will find him and kill his entire family!"

"I want him to die! I want him to die!"

The Elders who followed behind exchanged glances, seeing the shock and fear in each other's eyes.

Zong Daotian's most beloved son was actually crushed to death right in front of him.

One must know that this was Zong Daotian's only son. He had him late in life, and now, as a Sun Profound Realm expert, it was difficult for him to have more descendants.

This could be said to have directly cut off his lineage, so one can imagine how enraged Zong Daotian would be.

The sky had truly flipped.

The entire Wuya Mountain was probably about to experience a major earthquake.