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At the Academy of Rising Clouds, there was a sect, but if not, it was no problem to temporarily follow behind him.
No, no, they were all loose cultivators.
Bah! How could those two be so shameless? They were disciples of the Treasure Pavilion, and now they didn’t even care about their sect.
The audience, some of whom recognized the two cultivators, began to curse loudly. In the Cultivation World, behaving in such a way while refusing to disclose one’s background was considered the most disgraceful act and one of the most despised behaviors.
The disciples of the Treasure Pavilion nearby felt their faces flush with embarrassment but couldn’t refute it. They had no idea what their two senior brothers were trying to achieve; if they had any ulterior motives, they would probably be wiped out in an instant.
Wang Yu watched as Tenglan, known as Zhongshang, effortlessly dealt with two Nine Nether Cultivators. With a heart finally at ease, he wondered how the others were faring.
Another wave arose, and the scene shifted to Hong Yulong. He wielded his Ruby Dragon Spear against three opponents, gaining the upper hand. Observing from outside the secret realm, some cultivators believed that even if Hong Yulong made mistakes against certain Ying Cultivators, he could still win. Moreover, there were rumors that Hong Yulong had previously defeated an Infancy stage Lao Shi. Looking at the rankings on the Two Lists now, it seemed some were falling behind.
Suddenly, someone in the Treasure Pavilion's viewing area shouted. Everyone turned to see Hong Yulong’s situation; a Ying Cultivator had shamelessly launched a sneak attack from behind. A piercing steel nail was aimed directly at Hong Yulong's forehead.
Some timid sisters couldn’t bear to watch and closed their eyes, fearing that Hong Yulong would not escape this calamity.
In that critical moment, a thunderous dragon roar erupted. The Ruby Dragon Spear's Artifact Spirit transformed into a giant dragon that roared and swatted away the dark steel nail. With an imposing presence, it faced off against the encircling Nine Nether Cultivators, creating a brief stalemate between both sides.
On another front, Gan Yuan and Xu Jia were also forced to halt their battle. The Nine Nether Cultivators had long been detected by the two of them. They exchanged a few glances and shared a moment of understanding about their next move.
The legs continued to move, not stopping for a moment, but instead acting as a cover to recover the stamina and spiritual energy that had just been expended. In reality, they were drawing closer to the two disciples. When the nine people present converged, it would be the moment to launch an attack on the Nine Nether Cultivators.
Gao Hong's side was progressing just as smoothly. After only a few steps, they encountered the Nine Nether Cultivators once again, causing those watching from outside to feel their hearts race once more. It was unclear how many people the Ninth Underworld had sent in this time; judging by their numbers, it seemed there were at least twice as many as the World of Mortals cultivators.
Bu Luo had not yet seen any Half-Step to Godhood figures among the High Legs. If even the top-tier High Legs were present, it would truly be a massacre, leaving no room for survival.
Bu Luo's concerns were not unwarranted. Initially, there had been a scene where Fei Xiao Zhang and Yang Sheng were together, but now they found themselves surrounded by Nine Nether Cultivators, the weakest among them being Golden Peak level. The leader hovered in mid-air, clearly waiting for Xiao Zhang and Yang Sheng to reveal any weaknesses; if they did, they would be immediately swarmed. In such a life-and-death battle, there was no question of gentlemanly conduct—the only goal was survival.
Only Yi Dong remained unaccounted for; Zhang Liuyuan's whereabouts were still unknown. It was puzzling why there had been no sign of Zhang Liuyuan.
The entire Eastern Extreme Secret Realm was engulfed in battle. For the first time in ten thousand years, such a large-scale invasion had occurred in the Eastern Extreme Secret Realm. Before this, no one would have thought that problems would arise from the Yin Tianheng and Liu Dong secret realms.
Chu Tianheng heard nearby Jade Void Sect cultivators mocking Yin Tianheng with some baseless remarks and felt pity for them—or rather, for those from the World of Mortals, including those from the academy.
Ten thousand years had passed, yet those people still enjoyed the benefits brought by Yin Tianheng. Until one day when those benefits ran out, they began to complain about the very person who had provided them with welfare. Could such people truly make progress? One could only wonder what Yin Tianheng would think if he were still alive.
No matter how Chu Hantian explained things, those people would remain oblivious. They would never understand how powerful that so-called unreliable Great Master truly was—capable of slaying immortals and splitting the earth—if it weren't for Yin Tianheng. But who would remember him?
Not Sister Summer Solstice or any of them.
Wang Yu's exclamation interrupted Chu Tianheng's thoughts; for a moment, he could only remain silent.
In battle, an enemy appeared in a place where Coco would never show up. Enemies emerged—Wen Tian, Xiazhi, and Qin Jun—three of the strongest individuals from Mok Ming Academy were now trapped in a small valley.
In the land surrounded by mountains on three sides, the three individuals found themselves at a loss. While it was easy to defend, attacking was another matter entirely. Outside, more than ten Jin Qi and countless Nine Nether Cultivators surrounded them, along with numerous Foundation Practitioners.
Estimating the number of Yi Dong present, it was clear that the Nine Nether Cultivators alone could match half of what had appeared earlier. It truly felt like a dead end.
However, the three showed no signs of giving up. They understood that to abandon the fight meant certain death. Thus, on that narrow path, one Nine Nether Cultivator after another lost their lives.
The leader of Bu Luo Cuo Fang seemed utterly unconcerned, slowly floating above everyone’s heads, methodically exchanging lives for the lives of those three. Perhaps in his eyes, such actions were worth it.
All who witnessed this scene fell silent. What could they possibly say? If there were any hope for a miracle to occur, it would be a distant dream.
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