179: Chapter 179 The Incident

The Rift-Wind Wolf King walked up to him.

"This trial isn't supposed to be like this! You must follow the rules! The rules of the trial were agreed upon by your Yao Race! You cannot do this!"

To this, the Rift-Wind Wolf King lunged forward directly, opening his mouth to bite down on his head.

"Snap!"

The Rift-Wind Wolf King stood in the center of the pile of corpses, his amber pupils scanning the surroundings, a wisp of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, bits of flesh sticking to his fangs.

...

Over in the Stone Forest, Heiyu's tactics were more cautious.

He knew that the Foundation Establishment Cultivator side of the Human Race hadn't gone up the mountain yet, but who knew if some shameless Golden Core might sneak in? He didn't dare to gamble.

Therefore, the Crow Flock did not disperse, did not advance recklessly, and pushed forward in a tight group.

Heiyu, Heida, Heier, Bai Chi, Heishan, and Tiger Biao—the six Tier 2s lined up, followed by hundreds of Tier 1 Demonic Beast crows, a dark, oppressive mass.

They intercepted a team of over a dozen Qi Refining Disciples at the narrowest part of the mountain path.

The leader was Wang Hao, an Outer Sect Disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect, at the 9th level of Qi Refining, wearing a Low Grade Spiritual Artifact grade armor and holding a standard-issue longsword issued by the Sect.

He had already killed several Tier 1 Demonic Beasts along the way and was leading his team deeper into the mountainside, calculating how many contribution points he could accumulate this time.

Then, the crows arrived.

"So many crows!"

"Form ranks! Form ranks!"

Wang Hao drew his sword and shouted, his voice still steady; after all, he was a notable figure among the Outer Sect Disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

But there were too many crows overhead, blocking out the sky like a dark oppressive sheet, and those pairs of blood-red pupils hung above like countless ghost fires.

"Roar!"

With a tiger's roar, Tiger Biao lunged from out of nowhere, smashing the head of the Disciple in the front with his claw.

"This level of Yao Beast!!!"

"We are from the Heavenly Sword Sect! You feathered beasts, do you know what the three words 'Heavenly Sword Sect' mean!"

Wang Hao's eyes were filled with shock as he swung his sword to force back a crow that had lunged at him, his voice hoarse.

"Great Elder Jian Sanyuan of my Heavenly Sword Sect is right at the foot of the mountain! If you kill us, the Elder will not let you off! Not one of you will escape!"

"Caw, caw, caw~"

Regarding Wang Hao's nonsense, no one paid any mind.

Heisan took on the siege of three Disciples alone, his Demon Power circulating on the surface of his body; under the protection of his blood-mark barrier, the swords and blades only left a few white marks when they struck.

The three Disciples fought with growing despair.

"We can't break his defense at all!"

Heishan clapped his hands together, smashing the head of one of them, blood splattering all over his face.

A Disciple from the Xuanyi Sect tried to use a Flame Talisman to disperse the Crow Flock. Just as he pulled out the Talisman and before he could infuse it with Qi, a crow lunged from behind, its claws hooking into his wrist.

He let out a miserable scream, and the Talisman fell to the ground.

He bent down to pick it up, but another crow pecked at his eyes. He dodged by tilting his head, but a third crow's claws had already locked onto his shoulder.

He knelt on the ground, surrounded by seven or eight crows, still screaming, but his voice was drowned out by the screeching of the crows.

Heiyu did not make a move.

He crouched on top of a stone pillar, overlooking the entire battlefield, his purple-black pupils reflecting the slaughter below.

Wang Hao was still struggling.

But his armor had been cracked by a slap from Tiger Biao, his longsword had snapped in two, blood was streaming from the corner of his mouth, and he knelt halfway on the ground, using the broken sword to support his body.

He raised his head, looking at the ink-purple figure crouching on the stone pillar, his voice hoarse and weak.

"You... you will regret this... My Heavenly Sword Sect... will not let you off..."

Bai Chi walked from behind him, his bone blade raised, then fell.

Wang Hao's head rolled into the mud, his eyes still open, his mouth still agape, as if he were still saying something.

A quarter of an hour.

Not a single one of the dozen or so Human Race Disciples escaped.

The corpses were dragged into the depths of the Stone Forest by the crows, the bloodstains swallowed by the mist, and even the screams were blown away by the mountain wind. If not for the crushed Talisman fragments and broken sword blades on the ground, one could not tell that anyone had ever been here.

Throughout the entire periphery of Taiyue Mountain, from east to west, from south to north, there was slaughter everywhere.

The screams echoed in the valleys for a long time before dissipating.

...

Meanwhile.

At the foot of Taiyue Mountain, inside the large tent in the center of the camp, the high-level figures of the various Sects were sipping tea and chatting.

Great Elder Jian Sanyuan sat on the first chair on the left, holding a cup of tea, drinking slowly.

Sect Leader Xuanqingzi sat opposite him, the xuantian mirror in his hand spinning twice before being tucked back into his sleeve.

City Lord Li Mu sat in a position further back, chatting sporadically with the three brothers of the Xiao Family.

The atmosphere inside the tent was very relaxed; the trial had only just begun less than a day ago, and the fighting between the Qi Refinement Stage Disciples was merely an appetizer; the real main event was yet to come.

"Hmm?"

But suddenly.

Great Elder Jian Sanyuan put down his teacup, his gaze sweeping across the tent door inadvertently.

"There is the smell of blood, heavy..."

And...

He could not hear the sounds of slaughter on the periphery of Taiyue Mountain, but after the trial began, every period of time, transmission Talismans would fly down from the mountain, reporting the progress of each team of Disciples.

This was a convention for many years; after the Disciples of each family entered the mountain, they would send a message down the mountain every hour.

But today, from the time the first batch of Disciples entered the mountain until now, nearly two hours had passed, and not a single transmission Talisman had been received.

Great Elder Jian Sanyuan tapped his fingers on the armrest of his chair and stood up.

"What is it?"

Sect Leader Xuanqingzi looked up at him.

Great Elder Jian Sanyuan did not answer; his Spiritual Sense surged from his Sea of Consciousness, spreading toward Taiyue Mountain like a tide.

The coverage of a Golden Core Late Stage Spiritual Sense was extremely vast, passing through the rocky beach at the foot of the mountain, through the dense forest on the mountainside, and through the grey-white mist, all the way to the periphery of Taiyue Mountain.

Then he saw it.

Corpses.

Corpses were everywhere. In an instant, Great Elder Jian Sanyuan's expression became exceptionally ugly, and then it sank completely.

"Something has happened!"

Sect Leader Xuanqingzi stood up, releasing his Spiritual Sense at the same time.

Immediately after, his expression also changed.

"Damn it!!"

"These Yao Race are crazy!"

Great Elder Jian Sanyuan did not listen to him.

He strode out of the tent, the hem of his grey-white robe stirring up a gust of wind.

The moment the tent flap was lifted, the light from outside the tent poured in, illuminating his cold, hard face.

He stood outside the tent, releasing his Spiritual Sense with full force, the aura of the Golden Core Late Stage released without reservation, pressing down so hard that the low-level Disciples in the camp could not catch their breath.

Sect Leader Xuanqingzi walked out of the tent and stood beside him, his face ashen, clutching the xuantian mirror in his hand tightly.

"The Yao Race on the periphery... there is a Half-Step Tier 3!"

Great Elder Jian Sanyuan did not answer.

He had also detected it.

That grey-white Wolf King, his Half-Step Tier 3 aura could be felt from dozens of miles away.

And those deer Yao, twelve Tier 2 Late Stage, the leader of which had already reached the Tier 2 Peak.

Over in the Stone Forest, six Tier 2 crows, leading hundreds of Tier 1 Demonic Beast crows, had surrounded a dozen Heavenly Sword Sect Disciples on the mountain path and were tearing them apart alive.

When their Spiritual Sense swept over those Yao Race, the Yao Race were also looking at them.

The Rift-Wind Wolf King raised his head, his amber pupils piercing through the mist of dozens of miles, locking eyes with Great Elder Jian Sanyuan's Spiritual Sense for an instant, a wisp of blood still hanging from the corner of his mouth.