130: Chapter 130 Han Song, hated by everyone

The complexions of the Iron-Backed Bear King and the Rift-Wind Wolf King became increasingly ugly; veins bulged on their foreheads, their legs trembled, and their knees buckled inch by inch.

The Iron-Backed Bear King's belly pressed against the ground, and the Rift-Wind Wolf King's hind legs also knelt down.

They gritted their teeth, resisting with all their might, but the power of the Formation was too strong—so strong that they couldn't even stand steadily.

"This Formation of mine was bestowed by a high monk of the Buddhist sect. You of the Yao Race are only at the Second Order; it is impossible for you to break this Formation. You had better honestly hand over the item."

Granny Bixia formed hand seals with both hands, and spiritual power surged into the Formation like a tidal wave.

The golden beam of light grew brighter, and the pressure increased, pinning the Iron-Backed Bear King and the Rift-Wind Wolf King to the ground so they couldn't even lift their heads.

Inside the Formation, streaks of golden flame darted out from the light beam, scorching their fur.

The Iron-Backed Bear King's belly was roasted until it sizzled, and the air was filled with the smell of burning.

The Rift-Wind Wolf King's tail was licked by the flames, burning off a chunk of fur; it hurt so much that he grimaced, but he didn't utter a single sound.

"Hand over the item quickly."

Granny Bixia's voice was as cold as ice shards. "Hand it over, and I will spare your lives."

The Iron-Backed Bear King gritted his teeth and cursed in a muffled, booming voice.

"Keep dreaming!"

The Rift-Wind Wolf King licked his lips, his dark green eyes fixed tightly on Granny Bixia, a cold sneer hanging at the corner of his mouth, but he said nothing.

Inner Sect Elder Han Song stood behind Granny Bixia, looking at the two blood-red beads in the Formation, the greed in his eyes almost overflowing.

He stepped forward quickly, a smile plastered on his face, and cupped his hands in greeting.

"Fellow Daoist Granny Bixia, what excellent methods."

"These two demons have rampaged in Taiyue Mountain for many years, but today they have finally fallen into your hands, Granny."

Granny Bixia did not speak, still staring at the Iron-Backed Bear King and the Rift-Wind Wolf King in the Formation.

Inner Sect Elder Han Song paused, a flash of ruthlessness in his eyes, and lowered his voice. "Fellow Daoist, why not just kill them? If we kill them and then take the beads, wouldn't it be much easier?"

Hearing this, Granny Bixia turned her head and retorted with a question.

"We?"

"Fellow Daoist Inner Sect Elder Han Song, what do you mean by that? These two demons were restrained by me alone."

Inner Sect Elder Han Song's expression darkened instantly, his voice as cold as ice shards. "Fellow Daoist Granny Bixia, wasn't this all agreed upon beforehand? My Xuanyi Sect gets to pick the items in the Secret Realm first!"

"Oh, is that so..."

"Hmph..."

Granny Bixia let out a cold snort, her murky old eyes looking Inner Sect Elder Han Song up and down, her gaze lingering on the wounds on his body.

Subsequently.

Her eyes suddenly brightened, the smile at the corner of her mouth deepened, and her voice was indifferent. "You are injured?"

Inner Sect Elder Han Song was stunned, subconsciously looking down at his own wounds, then raised his head, his voice cold and hard as iron. "So what if I am?"

"Haha."

Granny Bixia chuckled, her laughter full of mockery. She withdrew her gaze and looked back at the Iron-Backed Bear King and the Rift-Wind Wolf King in the Formation, her voice indifferent.

"And yet you dare to act like this?"

"Get lost yourself, don't make me personally escort you."

Inner Sect Elder Han Song's expression became completely gloomy.

"Granny Bixia, don't go too far!"

Inner Sect Elder Han Song's face flushed red, the veins on his forehead bulging one by one, and his voice squeezed out from his throat.

"This Secret Realm is my Xuanyi Sect's..."

Before Inner Sect Elder Han Song could finish, Granny Bixia didn't even lift an eyelid; she just waved her hand gently, and a silver-white light flew out from her sleeve, hovering above her palm.

It was a palm-sized silver-white small sword, its blade slender like a willow leaf, with runes faintly glowing with spiritual light, and the tip of the sword emitting a cold, chilling gleam.

The moment the small sword appeared, a sharp Sword Qi surged from the blade, spreading in all directions like a tide, pressing down until the gravel on the ground trembled slightly. It was another High Grade Spiritual Artifact.

Granny Bixia gripped the silver-white small sword, murderous intent blooming in her murky old eyes, like two knives carving into Inner Sect Elder Han Song. Her voice was as cold as ice shards. "What? Do you still want to fight me?"

Inner Sect Elder Han Song's mouth was open, words stuck in his throat; he couldn't squeeze out a single syllable.

His complexion changed from flushed red to iron blue, and then from iron blue to pale.

Facing Granny Bixia, if he were in his prime, he naturally wouldn't be afraid, but now...

"Good!"

"Very good!!"

Inner Sect Elder Han Song gritted his teeth, his hand releasing the hilt of his sword, and with a wave of his hand, his voice was as cold as ice shards. "Let's go!"

The Disciples of the Xuanyi Sect, as if granted amnesty, scrambled to follow behind Inner Sect Elder Han Song, retreating toward the outside of the ruins.

Inner Sect Elder Han Song walked at the back, his pace fast, but every step felt like treading on knife tips.

He did not look back, but his back was taut and straight, like a fully drawn bow.

His fists were clenched, creaking audibly.

Granny Bixia withdrew her gaze and looked back at the Iron-Backed Bear King and the Rift-Wind Wolf King in the Formation, and the silver-white small sword in her hand was also retracted into her sleeve.

She formed hand seals with both hands, and spiritual power continued to surge into the Formation, the golden flames burning brighter and brighter.

"Sooner or later, there will come a time when you cannot hold on!"

"Hmph!"

The fur of the Iron-Backed Bear King and the Rift-Wind Wolf King was roasted charred black, and the air was filled with the smell of burning. But they gritted their teeth, without uttering a sound.

Granny Bixia looked at them, her murky old eyes devoid of any emotion.

...

The scene shifted.

Zhang Huaiyuan crawled out from the mist outside the ruins.

He walked quickly to Wu Li, lowered his voice, and said with a hint of urgency in his tone. "Master, something has happened."

"The Iron-Backed Bear King and the Rift-Wind Wolf King have been trapped by that old nun from the Luoxia Sect."

Wu Li squatted in front of the bronze vat, his blood-red pupils fixed on the runes on the wall of the vat, not even turning his head.

His claws pressed against the wall of the vat.

As time passed.

The bronze vat would vibrate, and the spiritual liquid inside would surge; fine beads of sweat seeped out on his forehead, his Demon Power running crazily within his body, but his claws remained as steady as if they were cast from iron.

"Master..."

Zhang Huaiyuan thought Wu Li hadn't heard him and continued to speak.

"Shut up!"

Wu Li's voice was hoarse and flat, without the slightest hint of anxiety.

Zhang Huaiyuan was stunned for a moment. Seeing Wu Li's focused appearance, he stepped back two paces, stood to the side, and waited quietly.

Another cup of tea's time passed.

Wu Li's claws twisted violently, and a rune shattered in response, turning into countless golden light spots and dissipating into the air.

The bronze vat vibrated violently, the spiritual liquid inside surging like a tide, emitting a low, rumbling sound.

A glint of light flashed in Wu Li's blood-red pupils, his claws pushed forward violently, and the thin threads formed by the Colorless Profound Light twisted simultaneously, shattering dozens of runes all at once.

A hole the size of a thumb appeared on the wall of the bronze vat.

The spiritual liquid gushed out from the small hole; the pale golden liquid shimmered with fluorescence in the darkness, emitting a Spiritual Qi fluctuation so rich it was suffocating.

Wu Li withdrew his claws, his blood-red pupils staring at the small hole, his voice hoarse and flat. "You guard this place. Find the Storage Rings of those Heavenly Sword Sect Disciples, throw out the items inside, and use the Storage Rings to collect this spiritual liquid for me."

"Not a single drop is to be wasted."

Zhang Huaiyuan's eyes lit up, and he nodded repeatedly. "Yes, Master!"