34: Chapter 34 The weak have no right to speak

The mystery of Chi Wanhe, who supposedly had "No Spiritual Root" yet reached the eighth level of Qi Refining, was enough to make everyone curious and eager to investigate.

However, Zhao Hong had no time to think about such things at this moment.

When he heard the words "Senior Sister of the Moonshadow Sect," a strong sense of foreboding rose in his heart.

The woman in the pink dress before him was the Senior Sister of the Moonshadow Sect?!

The ice crystals filling the sky refracted the sunlight, dazzling like a falling galaxy; they were breathtakingly beautiful, yet contained a bone-chilling killing intent!

Zhao Hong's pupils suddenly shrank to pinpricks! This terrifying Aura... how could this be a Spell Talisman of the eighth level of Qi Refining?!

Let alone the eighth level of Qi Refining, even the tenth level couldn't withstand this!!!

At this life-and-death moment, Zhao Hong could no longer bother with pretending. With a roar, his majestic Aura at the tenth level of Qi Refining exploded forth.

He frantically fumbled to pull out several first-grade Golden Armor Talismans and slapped them onto his body, while simultaneously weaving hand seals like a madman to stack layers of Spiritual Qi barriers in front of him. "Golden Armor Talisman! Spiritual Wall Spell! Block it for me!"

But in the face of absolute power, all of this was as fragile as paper.

Puff, puff, puff, puff—! The dazzling ice crystal storm swept through, and the Golden Armor Talisman's light instantly dimmed and shattered.

The stacked Spiritual Qi barriers were like glass struck by a heavy hammer, disintegrating layer by layer with piercing, mournful cries.

"Ah—!"

Zhao Hong only had time to let out a shrill scream before being struck hard by countless ice crystals.

The violent ice Spiritual Qi instantly invaded his Meridians, tossing him away like a broken sack. He slammed heavily onto the ground, blood mixed with ice shards gushing from his mouth, and with who knows how many broken bones, he completely lost his ability to fight.

The eighth level of Qi Refining against the tenth level of Qi Refining; with a single strike, it was a clean sweep, an overwhelming victory!

In an instant, the entire scene fell into dead silence!

"Hiss—The eighth level of Qi Refining... disabled the tenth level of Qi Refining in one strike?!"

Someone gasped, their voice trembling.

"My god! Is this Senior Sister of the Moonshadow Sect... a monster?!"

"It's not just the Senior Sister who is powerful! The Sect Master Ling who could teach such a Disciple... what kind of earth-shattering figure must he be?!"

"Who said she had no Spiritual Root just now? With this combat power, I would believe it even if they said she had a Heaven-grade Spiritual Root!"

Chi Wanhe's expression was cold, as if she had just done a trivial thing.

She moved with light steps, slowly walking towards the limp Zhao Hong, her fingertips already holding a new Talisman flickering with dangerous lightning.

"No... don't! Fairy, spare me! I was wrong! Spare me!"

Zhao Hong felt that destructive Aura and was scared to the point of Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, begging for mercy with tears and snot streaming down his face.

Chi Wanhe paused, looking down at him from above, the corners of her lips curling into a mocking arc:

"Survival of the fittest? Wasn't that what you said?"

"Now..."

Her cold, clear voice was like ice, throwing Zhao Hong's own arrogant words from just moments ago back at him, word for word:

"The weak have no right to speak!"

"Pfft..."

A burst of irrepressible snickers suddenly erupted from the surroundings.

Zhao Hong's face turned paper-white in an instant, consumed by shame.

Seeing the lightning Talisman in Chi Wanhe's hand about to be activated, the shadow of death completely enveloping him, Zhao Hong finally collapsed and screamed:

"Elder Tong! Save me!!!"

Tong Xiu, in the crowd, had a face darker than the bottom of a pot at this moment!

Trash! A complete and utter piece of trash!

He had thought he was somewhat useful just a moment ago, but in the end, he not only exposed his hidden Realm but was also beaten into a dead dog in one move!

Even stupider, he actually shouted out his identity in public!

The gazes of the surrounding Cultivators looking at Chi Wanhe were filled with awe and fanaticism, along with the discussions about "No Spiritual Root yet reaching the eighth level of Qi Refining in a few months," "unheard-of Talisman combinations," and "crushing opponents across Realms as easily as drinking water"!

All of this filled him with horror.

This Moonshadow Sect... they were hiding too much!

This Chi Wanhe's combat power was definitely not that of an ordinary eighth level of Qi Refining!

Tong Xiu knew that this situation couldn't entirely be blamed on Zhao Hong being trash; the opponent's strength far exceeded their estimates.

But... someone had to take the blame for this!

Tong Xiu instinctively didn't want to go out, just wanting to slip away in the chaos.

But when he looked up at the majestic hall on the peak with a glimmer of luck...

A calm gaze, yet one that seemed capable of piercing the Soul, was fixed upon him!

Before the mountain gate, Ling Hao's figure appeared, no one knew when. He stood with his hands behind his back, a half-smile on his lips, as if saying:

"Old thing, it's time for you to go on stage and perform."

Tong Xiu's scalp instantly tingled! It was over! He had been discovered!

He was inwardly lamenting, but on his face, he could only force out a smile that was uglier than crying.

Under the gaze of many complex eyes, he walked out from the crowd, step by step, extremely reluctantly.

Tong Xiu bit the bullet and walked up, forcing a smile, and cupped his hands at Chi Wanhe:

"This old man is Tong Xiu, the External Affairs Elder of the Huoyan Sect. This child acted recklessly; it is the fault of the Huoyan Sect for not disciplining him strictly."

He deliberately emphasized the three words "Huoyan Sect," intending to intimidate.

"I ask the Fairy to please raise your hand high and show mercy, allowing this old man to take him back to the Sect for severe punishment. We will definitely give your Sect a satisfactory explanation."

His words carried an air of entitlement, as if allowing the Huoyan Sect to handle it themselves was already a great favor.

Chi Wanhe frowned slightly, hearing the other party's perfunctory attitude and their attempt to use power to oppress, and hesitated for a moment.

"No need to worry, just kill him."

A calm yet cold voice suddenly sounded beside Chi Wanhe. The volume was low, but like ice thrown into a lake, it instantly froze the surrounding air.

Ling Hao's figure had appeared beside Chi Wanhe, no one knew when. His gaze was as cold as ice, sweeping over Tong Xiu and the dying Zhao Hong on the ground.

At this critical moment of the Sect's founding and the opening of the mountain gates, if one were soft-hearted toward such public provocateurs, how could they establish prestige?

As for the Huoyan Sect's retaliation? Ling Hao only had a cold sneer in his heart.

The crowd was in an uproar.

"Huoyan Sect! It really was them behind the scenes!"

"They actually sent someone to sabotage the Moonshadow Sect's opening ceremony? How overbearing!"

"Hiss... This Sect Master Ling really does not take the Huoyan Sect seriously! He kills just like that?"

"Is it full confidence, or... a newborn calf not fearing the tiger?"

Tong Xiu's face turned pale in a "swish," then turned liver-colored from anger. He never expected Ling Hao to be so disrespectful, and he was even more terrified that his own life was in jeopardy!

"You... you dare?!"

He was shocked and angry, shouting with fierce words but a weak heart,

"My Huoyan Sect is..."

"What do I not dare to do?"

Ling Hao's expression was indifferent, directly interrupting his noisy threats.

"And,"

Ling Hao's gaze suddenly became as sharp as a blade,

"What kind of thing are you, to be worthy of speaking to me like this?"

An invisible, vast Aura suddenly descended!

Thump!

Tong Xiu felt as if a ten-thousand-jun mountain was pressing down on his shoulders. His knees went soft, and he knelt heavily on the ground without any power to resist! Even a single syllable was pressed back into his throat, leaving only terrified whimpers.

Ling Hao looked down from above, his voice cold and clear, reaching everyone's ears:

"I will spare your life; go back and tell your Sect Master."

"The Moonshadow Sect does not cause trouble, but we are absolutely not afraid of trouble! If anyone offends me, I will surely exterminate their entire Sect!"

His gaze swept over the silent crowd below the mountain, and he said loudly:

"All those with a heart toward the Dao may step onto this Nine-Turn Corridor! Use your heart to prove yourself!"

"But if you intend to cause trouble, your fate will be like this person!"

"Xiao He!"

"Disciple is here!" Chi Wanhe responded and stood solemnly.

"Slaughter him."

"As you command!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Chi Wanhe raised her hand, and the freezing Talisman power reappeared, instantly freezing Zhao Hong completely.

Immediately after, a fire Talisman was thrown out. The scorching flames swept through, and in an instant, the ice sculpture, along with the figure inside, was burned to ashes.

The entire action was clean and neat, without a trace of superfluous effort.

This thunderous display of power completely shocked everyone.

The original noise completely disappeared, replaced by a suppressed awe.

The crowd became silent, lining up in an orderly fashion, and no one dared to be boisterous again.

The trial of the Nine-Turn Corridor continued in an orderly manner.

On the outskirts of the crowd, an inconspicuous figure took a deep look at Chi Wanhe and quietly slipped away.

The sun set, and the afterglow dyed Wendao Peak a golden-red.

The assessment was nearing its end. The number of people passing the six-turn Corridor gradually increased, but those who could make it through the seven-turn were still few and far between.

And above the eight-turn, besides the young girl with the Yellow-grade Spiritual Root from the beginning, there was no one else.

Ling Hao nodded slightly to Yu Lingshuang, who was presiding over the overall situation in the air. Yu Lingshuang also nodded in understanding, signaling that with her presiding here, everything was safe.

Ling Hao did not linger. With a wave of his sleeves, he swept up Chi Wanhe and the young girl who had passed the eight-turn Corridor.

The three figures disappeared at the mountain gate, and the next moment, they appeared in front of the Mission Hall.