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Void is filled with Black Smoke, and the ground is surging with pungent Scarlet Blood. The entire space seems to be shrouded in a bizarre atmosphere, as howling cold winds sweep through, and countless voices of Wailing of Ghosts and Howling of Wolves rise in lament. The whole earth appears to be suppressed by a strange power.
On the plains of the Desert, more than twenty people form a circle, each occupying a position. Although their positions are scattered, upon closer inspection, they perfectly form a defensive formation, with each person guarding a direction. The group almost seals off the entire area, while at the center of the formation stand three individuals.
One is an elderly White-Clad Elder, sitting cross-legged, but his eyes frequently gaze deep into the plains, revealing a hint of unwillingness.
Another is a middle-aged man, his expression cold as he constantly surveys the surrounding crowd. His eyes flicker with a cold light as he blinks.
The last is a Black-Clad Woman, sitting cross-legged at the center. Her eyes are tightly closed, and a chilling aura surrounds her body. Not a single person dares to sit within ten feet of her, seemingly filled with some fear deep down.
These individuals are none other than a team from the Golden Thunder Sect. Originally, they had entered Wanbingyuan first to scout the area, also intending to let these twenty-plus disciples gain some experience. However, the strangeness and danger of Wanbingyuan exceeded everyone's expectations, so they were left on the outskirts of Wanbingyuan, waiting for the return of the core group of strong individuals.
“Elder Han doesn’t seem to want to stay here. Do you still wish to enter deeper into the plains to seize treasures?” Observing Han Li's demeanor, Elder Leng's gaze flickered slightly as he suddenly asked.
Looking up at Elder Leng, a hint of helplessness flashed in Han Li's eyes. He sighed softly and replied,
“It was my carelessness at that time that ruined the Grand Elder's plan; otherwise, why would I need to rush to redeem myself today? What worries me is that if I really return to the Sect, I fear there won't even be such an opportunity left for me. At that time…” Halfway through his words, Han Li stopped, and the look of helplessness in his eyes deepened.
Upon hearing this, Elder Leng immediately understood Han Li's concerns. However, he had no way to help; although his status was slightly higher than Han Li's, he remained just an Elder Steward in front of the Grand Elder and had no real say.
“Isn’t the Old Poisonous Woman always guarding that brat’s old home? Why hasn’t there been any news for so long? Could it be that she’s afraid we’ll take credit and has gone alone to report back to the Sect?” Elder Leng suddenly asked.
Initially, the three of them were tracking down Sun Zhe’s whereabouts together. Later, they received urgent orders that forced him and Han Li to leave midway while the Old Poisonous Woman stayed behind in Twin Lion City, waiting for Sun Zhe to walk into their trap. If she had captured him, she should have notified them by now; however, strangely enough, they hadn’t received any news at all.
“That does align with that woman’s temperament, but it’s also possible that that brat sensed something and has hidden away… Although he’s young, his cunning is not shallow; otherwise, he wouldn’t have escaped right under my nose back then. His Divine Technique must have been learned from someone extraordinary; it’s definitely not an ordinary Divine Ability…” Thinking back to when Sun Zhe killed a disciple right before him and then escaped like lightning, Han Li felt an impulse of frustration rising within him.
“Someone is coming!”
At that moment, the Black-Clad Woman in the center suddenly opened her eyes. Two piercing cold lights burst forth from her gaze, and her icy voice coldly reached the ears of both Han Li and Elder Leng.
"And she is a master!"
As she spoke, the Black-Clad Woman slowly stood up. A flash of cold light appeared in her right hand, and a Seven-Foot Long Black Sword manifested in her palm. This sword was peculiar; it was not straight like a ruler but curved like a venomous snake, with the blade resembling a flickering snake's tongue, glinting with cold brilliance.
At the moment the Black-Clad Woman stood, Elder Leng and Han Li sensed something was off. Their expressions gradually turned serious as they immediately rose to their feet, their weapons flashing into view.
Following this, more than twenty disciples of the Golden Thunder Sect also stood up, gazing around without a hint of fear. On the contrary, each of them wore a solemn expression. Even though they were just ordinary disciples of the Golden Thunder Sect, their strength and mental fortitude were far beyond that of typical sect disciples. The formation they stood in revealed its power; their momentum seemed to connect as one, with no gaps whatsoever.
"Who is this expert? The Golden Thunder Sect's Xuan Xuan is here; please reveal yourself!"
A Cold Voice suddenly echoed across the empty plain, lingering for a long time. However, the only response was the howling of fierce winds, with no figure appearing.
With her brow slightly furrowed and an increasingly cold aura surrounding her, she seemed to transform into a piece of deep-sea ice. Just as she was about to step forward, a Purple Radiance suddenly appeared in the eastern Void.
The Purple Radiance grew more brilliant by the moment until it finally transformed into a Purple Light Sphere. Within the sphere were a man and a woman riding on a giant sword, flying toward them with an astonishing aura that surged into the sky. Even the ominous clouds in the Void began to dissipate under the pressure of the Purple Giant Sword.
"The Purple-Blue Twin Swords!" Xuan Xuan's gaze sharpened as she coldly spoke. The man and woman were indeed the infamous Purple-Blue Twin Swords, who had significant conflicts with the Golden Thunder Sect. They had originally left but unexpectedly returned in such a short time, seemingly carrying murderous intent.
"Indeed, we are Husband and Wife, here today to take your lives!"
A cold voice emerged from the Purple Sword Man's mouth. At that moment, there was no trace of his usual gentility; his eyes were filled with icy Killing Intent, looking at everyone as if they were already dead.
Before the Golden Thunder Sect members could respond, countless dazzling Golden Lights flickered in the western sky like the radiant sun rising in the morning. To everyone's astonishment, a gigantic Golden Eagle flapped its wings and flew toward them like lightning, exuding an overwhelming aura—this was none other than the extraordinary Four-Stage Demon Beast Three-Eyed Golden Winged Eagle.
"The woman has also come to take your lives; please do not hold back."
A Light and Graceful voice came from atop the Golden Eagle. At this moment, everyone noticed that there was also a White-Clad Woman standing on the giant eagle. Her face was veiled in black silk, her hair flowing lightly; her ethereal presence was breathtakingly beautiful. Yet her words were equally cold and ruthless—taking lives while urging others not to hold back.
"Ha ha... I'm here too, and I'm here to take your lives. It won't matter how much you cherish them... I've made up my mind!"
A furious voice echoed from the north, and a giant man, eight feet tall, rode on a massive tiger, laughing wildly as he charged toward them. Even before he got close, a fierce aura rushed toward them, causing the ground to tremble slightly with each step he took. In his hand, he wielded an enormous Black Giant Staff; he was none other than the Bald Man.
"Iron Staff Takeda..."
The moment the Three-Eyed Golden-Winged Eagle appeared, everyone's expressions turned grave. When they saw the Bald Man's arrival, all members of the Golden Thunder Sect felt a jolt of fear in their hearts, their eyes flashing with terror. The leader of the group, the Black-Clad Woman Xuan Xuan, had a face so dark it seemed like it could drip water.
They never expected such powerful figures to appear one after another, and all of them were firmly targeting them.
Tap Tap Tap Tap...
Suddenly, a series of light footsteps sounded from the north. In the silence of the plain, it was particularly jarring. In an instant, all eyes turned toward the north. Among the tense targets of the Golden Thunder Sect, a figure dressed in black and wearing a mask slowly appeared before them. The ethereal figure flickered and stood before everyone in the blink of an eye.
"I am Sun Zhe, here to seek revenge!"
He gently removed his mask, revealing a stern and resolute face, but his eyes sparkled with an icy coldness.
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