70: Chapter 70 Two people ganging up on ten?

He wiped the blood from his face and turned to look behind him.

Standing behind him were nine Tiangang Sect Disciples, all of whom were in the Dharma Image Realm, watching him with expressions full of awe.

"Elder Qian is mighty!"

"Elder Qian's divine skills are unparalleled!"

The few Disciples hurriedly buttered him up, each one extremely sycophantic.

Qian Kun waved his hand, his gaze falling upon the Spirit Medicine behind the Yao Beast.

It was a Spirit Lingzhi, entirely lustrous white, about the size of a palm, with a faint radiance flowing across its surface. A subtle medicinal fragrance wafted from it, refreshing to anyone who smelled it.

"Ten-thousand-year Snow Spirit Lingzhi!"

Qian Kun's eyes lit up. He walked over quickly, crouched down, carefully dug the Spirit Lingzhi out of the soil, held it in his palm, and examined it closely.

The Spirit Lingzhi felt cool to the touch, and that sweet fragrance became even more intense. Just by taking a whiff, he felt the circulation of his Qi speed up a little.

"Good stuff! Truly good stuff!"

Qian Kun's eyes were filled with excitement, his voice trembling.

This ten-thousand-year Snow Spirit Lingzhi, if placed within the Tiangang Sect, would be a treasure that even Elders in the Primal Chaos Realm would be reluctant to use easily!

Although he was a Cultivator in the Void Piercing Realm, given his status and wealth, he simply could not afford a Spirit Medicine of this level.

But now—he had only just entered the Secret Realm less than half a day ago, and he had already obtained one!

"The Great Emperors Secret Realm is truly filled with Opportunities everywhere!"

Qian Kun carefully stored the ten-thousand-year Snow Spirit Lingzhi into his storage ring, stood up, and scanned his surroundings.

The desolate plain was boundless. Under the grey, gloomy sky, the roars of a few Yao Beasts occasionally drifted from afar, and the air was filled with a mixed scent of decay and blood.

"Let's go, continue deeper!"

Qian Kun waved his hand and led the nine Tiangang Sect Disciples as they sped toward the depths of the Secret Realm.

He did not notice that, a thousand feet behind him, two figures were quietly following.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk—"

Shen Yuanshan crouched behind a boulder, watching the direction where Qian Kun had disappeared from afar, a playful curve tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Ten-thousand-year Snow Spirit Lingzhi; that old guy really got lucky."

Shen Yuanhe crouched beside him, toying with a short sword in his hand. Hearing this, he grinned: "Lucky? It's good that his luck is decent! In the end, it will all fall into our hands."

He glanced at the backs of Qian Kun and the others and whispered: "Third Brother, shall we make a Move?"

Shen Yuanshan nodded slightly. "Do it. Let's finish off the Tiangang Sect people early so we can go search for Opportunities!"

The two figures flashed, like two ghosts, and quietly followed.

Qian Kun led the nine Tiangang Sect Disciples deeper along the way, becoming more and more excited as they went.

This Great Emperors Secret Realm was truly worthy of its reputation. Even just in the outer area, Heaven And Earth Treasures could be seen everywhere.

Ten-thousand-year Snow Spirit Lingzhi, thousand-year Vermilion Fruits, Dragon Blood Grass, Earth Essence Profound Essence... one after another, they were all gathered into their possession.

"Elder! There is a Seven-Leaf Profound Ginseng here!"

"Elder! There is a piece of Outer-Heaven Meteorite Iron here!"

"Elder! Look at this, is it the legendary Nine-Turn Soul-Returning Grass?!"

The exclamations of the Disciples rose one after another; every single face was filled with wild joy.

Qian Kun was also beaming, the greed in his eyes growing stronger and stronger.

"Good! Good! Good!" He said the word "good" three times in a row, then waved his hand. "Continue deeper! There are even more treasures in the core area!"

The nine Disciples answered in unison, their morale soaring to the Peak.

However—just as they were passing through a forest of scattered rocks, Qian Kun's footsteps came to an abrupt halt.

He narrowed his eyes, staring fixedly ahead.

At the end of the stone forest, two figures had appeared, no one knew when. They were leaning lazily against a boulder, arms crossed over their chests, looking at them with a smirk.

Black robes, masks. Blood Rain Pavilion!

Qian Kun's pupils constricted, and his face instantly turned livid.

"It's you?!"

His voice was trembling, his eyes filled with resentment and anger.

The attire of the Blood Rain Pavilion! He could never forget it!

If not for the people of the Blood Rain Pavilion, how could he have nearly died! If not for the Blood Rain Pavilion, how could he have been forced to self-sever his cultivation!

"Blood Rain Pavilion scum, you dare to appear before me again?!"

Qian Kun gritted his teeth, enunciating every word, his entire body radiating fierce Killing Intent.

Shen Yuanshan leaned against the boulder, arms crossed, looking down at Qian Kun with a playful curve at the corner of his mouth.

"Yo, isn't this that escaped fish from the Tiangang Sect?"

His voice, altered by the Thousand-Illusion Shape-Shifting Technique, was hoarse and low, filled with a hint of mockery.

"What's wrong, you self-severed your cultivation? Dropped from the Void Piercing Realm to the Dharma Image Realm, tsk tsk, how pitiful."

Qian Kun's face became even uglier.

He stared fixedly at Shen Yuanshan, the fury in his eyes almost erupting.

"Since you know I self-severed my cultivation, you still dare to appear before me?!"

He enunciated every word, his voice filled with resentment: "Today, in this Secret Realm, I want to see where you can run!"

He had self-severed his cultivation from the Void Piercing Realm. Although he was now only at the Peak of the ninth level of the Dharma Image Realm, he was far stronger than other Dharma Image Realm Cultivators.

If it were a one-on-one fight, not a single Cultivator in this Secret Realm would be his match.

Not to mention, he still had nine Dharma Image Realm Disciples by his side.

He waved his hand: "Form the formation! Kill them!"

The nine Tiangang Sect Disciples behind him answered in unison. Their figures flashed, and they instantly formed a small battle formation.

The nine people's Qi connected, their Auras merged, and a sharp, killing Aura soared into the sky!

Qian Kun stood at the eye of the formation, his Qi surging. Although he only had the Aura of the Peak of the ninth level of the Dharma Image Realm, that Killing Intent and Aura were far beyond what ordinary Dharma Image Realm Cultivators could compare to.

"Ten against two, you Blood Rain Pavilion people won't be able to escape today even if you had wings!"

Shen Yuanshan watched this scene and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

He turned to look at Shen Yuanhe beside him, his tone filled with mockery: "Old Six, he said he wants to kill us."

Shen Yuanhe also laughed, laughing so hard he doubled over, tears almost coming out.

"Ten against two? Hahaha... Third Brother, I'm so scared!"

Qian Kun watched their indifferent appearance, and the fury in his heart grew even more intense.

"You're courting death!"

He roared, his figure exploded forward, and he struck a palm toward Shen Yuanshan!

The palm wind whistled, and his Qi transformed into a blood-colored ribbon, carrying a heaven-destroying and earth-shattering power, heading straight for Shen Yuanshan's face!

He used his full strength for this palm strike.

Although his cultivation had fallen to the Dharma Image Realm, his control over his Qi and his understanding of Moves were still at the level of the Void Piercing Realm.

The power of this palm strike was enough to instantly kill any Dharma Image Realm Cultivator!

However—Shen Yuanshan didn't even dodge.

He just raised his hand and made a casual grab.

"Bang!"

That blood-colored ribbon was grabbed by him and instantly shattered, as if crushing a piece of tofu!

Qian Kun's pupils constricted, and before he could react, a fist had already smashed in front of him.

"Bang!"

The fist smashed solidly into his chest, and the sound of ribs breaking was clearly audible.

Qian Kun flew backward like a kite with a broken string, spitting out a mouthful of blood in the air, and slammed heavily into the rocks ten feet away!

"Boom!"

The rocks shattered, debris flew everywhere, and dust filled the air!

Qian Kun lay paralyzed in the ruins, his chest collapsed in a large area, it was unknown how many ribs were broken, blood gushed wildly, and his Aura was withered to the extreme.

One punch! Just one punch! He was beaten half to death!

"Ho... how is this possible..."