447: Chapter 447 Stunned, Xiao Nianyin Has Recovered Her Cultivation?

Those gazes that were originally fixed tightly on the Hehuan Sect Disciples all turned toward the Spiritual Artifacts on the ground and the spoils of war in each other's hands.

Those Cultivators who were originally standing in strict formation all crowded together, pushing, shoving, and even fighting among themselves.

The once airtight net was now riddled with holes, full of flaws everywhere.

Ancestor Wandu and Blood Axe Ancestor were almost ready to turn on each other on the spot to fight for the last Thunder Roar Cannon; the Nascent Soul Stage experts of the Jile Sect attacked each other to seize the Source Energy Armor; the Sword Cultivators of the Tianshu Sword Sect slaughtered their own sect members over the qi-breaking gun; and between the Jile Sect and the Tianshu Sword Sect, multiple conflicts erupted over the ownership of the Spiritual Artifacts.

The air was thick with the scent of blood and gunpowder.

Situ E's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

He watched this scene before him, feeling both shocked and furious.

He was shocked that Xu Ruyu could actually manipulate his subordinates in the palm of his hand in this way; he was furious that these trash could not even resist such a small temptation.

He suddenly unleashed the pressure of the Half-step Saint Realm, his voice booming like a thunderclap from the Nine Heavens: "Everyone, stop, damn it!"

This time, his voice carried an irresistible majesty.

Those who were fighting for the Spiritual Artifacts finally woke from their stupor, each stopping their actions, but they still gripped the seized Spiritual Artifacts tightly, refusing to let go.

Ancestor Wandu and Blood Axe Ancestor exchanged a glance, simultaneously put away the Thunder Roar Cannons, and retreated behind Situ E. Han Qianqiu also silently moved to the other side.

Han Yu and Liu Rushi of the Tianshu Sword Sect also stopped, taking the seized Spiritual Artifacts back behind Zhao Qian.

Although the Golden Core Stage Sword Cultivators were full of reluctance, they could only obediently return to their ranks.

But in the air, that atmosphere of greed and suspicion could not dissipate for a long time.

The Jile Sect members looked at the Tianshu Sword Sect members with hostility; the Tianshu Sword Sect members looked at the Jile Sect members with wariness.

Although they stood on the same side, the trust between them had already vanished during this scramble.

Situ E took a deep breath and turned to Xu Ruyu.

His gaze fell upon Xu Ruyu, his eyes filled with killing intent.

But he did not move.

Because Xu Ruyu's cannon muzzle was pointed directly at him.

That thick cannon barrel glinted with cold light under the moonlight, like the eye of the Grim Reaper.

What was even more unexpected to him was that Xiao Nianyin—the woman he had always thought had her Cultivation Sealed—was standing behind Xu Ruyu, her hands already raised, her wide sleeves spreading out like two clouds.

"Sleeve Universe."

A soft shout, not loud, yet it exploded in everyone's ears like a thunderclap.

A terrifying suction force surged from Xiao Nianyin's sleeves, like an invisible vortex, enveloping all the Hehuan Sect Disciples.

Leng Ningshuang, Zhao Yan, Ning Caihe, the Grand Elder, the Fifth Elder, Granny Liu... one after another, their bodies turned into streaks of light and were drawn into Xiao Nianyin's sleeves.

The entire process took less than a single breath.

The Jile Sect and Tianshu Sword Sect members were still gloating over the Spiritual Artifacts in their hands; by the time they reacted, most of the Hehuan Sect members had already disappeared.

"Xiao Nianyin!" Situ E turned his head abruptly, his eyes full of disbelief, "Your Cultivation—"

He clearly remembered that the Old Ancestor of the Hehuan Sect had placed a Seal on Xiao Nianyin; her Cultivation should have been suppressed to almost nothing, making it impossible for her to unleash a great Divine Ability like the Sleeve Universe.

Yet the scene before him was clearly a sign of her being at peak Cultivation.

Zhao Qian was also stunned, his face immediately turning extremely ugly: "The Seal... was she never Sealed? Or has it already been undone?"

Xiao Nianyin did not answer.

She took a deep look at Xu Ruyu—the young man who had been using Spiritual Artifacts from the very beginning to stir up the enemies' greed, paving the way for this moment step by step—and then leaped.

Her white figure, like a fallen leaf, drifted into the bottomless canyon.

In her sleeves, she carried all the Disciples of the Hehuan Sect.

"Xiao Nianyin!" Zhao Qian roared, wanting to rush over, but Xu Ruyu's cannon muzzle was pointed directly at him.

"Elder Zhao, take one more step forward, and I will fire."

Xu Ruyu carried the psionic rocket launcher, standing on the cliff, the moonlight shining on him, reflecting him like a god of war.

Behind him were the Grand Elder, the Fifth Elder, and Granny Liu. The three Elders stood by his side, facing a group of powerful enemies.

Their bodies were covered in blood and filth, but in their eyes, there was no fear, only determination.

—They had not left.

Xiao Nianyin had taken away all the Disciples, but Xu Ruyu and the three Elders had stayed behind.

They were that final barrier.

Zhao Qian stopped in his tracks, his face ashen. He did not dare to gamble.

He did not know how many energy crystals Xu Ruyu still had, or how many more shots he could fire. What if this shot could really take his life?

Situ E also stopped in his tracks.

His expression was equally ugly.

He had lost over a dozen Golden Core Stage Disciples, three Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators, and had two more heavily injured.

And the people of the Hehuan Sect had actually escaped.

Xiao Nianyin had escaped, and those Disciples had also escaped.

He had waited for half a month, laid out plans for half a month, and in the end, he had gained nothing.

What made him even more furious was that his subordinates were still gloating over the Spiritual Artifacts they had snatched, completely unaware that they had fallen for Xu Ruyu's trap.

"A bunch of trash!" Situ E cursed inwardly, but he dared not show it on his face.

Xu Ruyu watched this scene, the corners of his mouth slightly lifted.

His gaze passed over Situ E and Zhao Qian, landing on the two Grand Elders of the Early Saint Realm.

The muzzle of the psionic rocket launcher moved slowly between them, as if selecting the next target.

The people of the Jile Sect and Tianshu Sword Sect subconsciously took a step back.

Xu Ruyu carried the cannon barrel, slowly retreating until he reached the edge of the cliff.

Behind him was the bottomless canyon. Before him was a dense crowd of enemies.

But in his eyes, there was no fear. Only a calmness of facing death without fear.

"Come on," he said softly, his voice drifting in the night wind, "Who wants to die first?"