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"These are all just visual reproductions! They look incredibly realistic. Hey, that person really resembles the Holy Son of the Overlord Sect, Yuan Lie!" Song Baliang's astonished voice echoed through the grand hall, filled with curiosity as he stared at the golden figure in the formation. "His eyes seem to be moving; he looks quite displeased with me, although I feel the same way about him."
Zhao Yang shot a disdainful glance at Song Baliang, wishing he could kick him away.
"You two bald heads, just in time! Come here and hand over the Mysterious Ice Pot to my master so we can draw from the Earth Spirit Spring!" An aging voice rang out, coming from an elderly man dressed in luxurious purple robes. The old man had two sharp horns on his head and wore an arrogant expression as he looked at Zhao Yang and Song Baliang.
Song Baliang's eyes widened in amazement as he gasped, "What a masterpiece! This scene is so realistic it can be recorded!" With that, he jumped down from the steps, his curious eyes fixed on the Purple-Robed Elder. He reached out and pinched the elder's cheek. "Junior brother, I actually touched him! He's still warm, just like real! This is too surreal; it truly shatters our understanding!"
"That's your understanding," Zhao Yang corrected him.
Bang!
"Seeking death!" The Purple-Robed Elder erupted in anger and struck Song Baliang's chest with a powerful palm.
Caught so close to the Purple-Robed Elder and taken by surprise, Song Baliang had no time to defend himself and was sent flying, crashing into the stone wall beneath Zhao Yang's feet. A human-shaped dent instantly appeared in the wall.
Coughing up blood, Song Baliang crawled out of the dent, exclaiming to Zhao Yang standing on the steps, "Junior brother, how can this image hurt people? It actually injured me!" He spat more blood as he spoke. "Oh my heavens, my insides are damaged; it hurts like hell! This scene feels too real; it doesn't seem like a mere visual reproduction!"
"Idiot," the Purple-Robed Elder sneered disdainfully at Song Baliang. "Not bad for a young man; you can withstand my palm strike without dying. It’s only fitting for you to fetch the Earth Spirit Spring."
"Weren't we told that only Foundation Stage Cultivators under twenty years old could enter the Haotian Secret Realm?" Zhao Yang asked with narrowed eyes, looking at the Purple-Robed Elder in confusion.
"Those are not questions for you to ask," the Purple-Robed Elder replied arrogantly, gazing at the young man on stage. "I see the light in your eyes—filled with confidence and defiance—but it cannot hide your inner fear. In front of me and all the Holy Sons, you are like an ant: humble and lowly."
"What? They are real people?" Song Baliang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face a mix of anger and hatred. "If I had known he was a real person, I wouldn't have taken that slap for no reason!"
As he spoke, Song Baliang instinctively reached behind him for his weapon, wanting to confront the Purple-Robed Elder. However, he suddenly looked puzzled and exclaimed, "Where is my Zen Staff? Where is my Dao Artifact?!"
Zhao Yang couldn't help but feel a headache coming on for his senior brother. It was clear that in his eagerness to forge his Supreme Dao Artifact, he had forgotten that he had melted his Zen Staff into the Fire Sea Ice Spring. This was something that often happened to eccentric geniuses in every field—going out only to forget their own address. Right now, he had even forgotten that he had melted his own Dao Artifact.
"Jumping clown!" the Purple-Robed Elder spoke again. "You lot better get to work quickly. If this were in my younger days, you would have died countless times by now."
Upon hearing this, Song Baliang became furious and shouted, "A scruffy old man who sneaks in under false pretenses and willingly becomes someone else's lackey dares to act arrogant in front of us cultivators? Take this punch!"
With a surge of anger, Song Baliang leaped into the air, his fist turning golden like a vajra as he hurled it towards the Purple-Robed Elder. The Purple-Robed Elder's expression sharpened as he noticed something strange about the punch; it radiated a piercing golden light. He dared not take it head-on and swiftly dodged, flipping away as his purple robe rustled, standing above the hall like an Old War God descending to the mortal realm amidst a dazzling display of colors.
"Do not kill them; leave them for the Divine Spring," a cold voice came from within the formation. A young man with horns on his head stepped forward with great difficulty, surrounded by swirling purple qi and exuding an aura of treasure.
Through the layers of barriers in the formation, Zhao Yang saw seven individuals straining against the pressure of the formation as they gradually advanced toward the spring water at the center of the pool.
"Yes, I assure you I won't fail to slaughter them," the Purple-Robed Elder replied respectfully, confidence and arrogance evident in his tone.
"Hehe, Yinshan Saint Child, be careful your servant doesn't step on a nail; that monk standing on the steps is not someone to be trifled with," a golden figure chuckled.
The treasure-laden Yinshan Saint Child retorted, "My Holy Son's servant is a Core Formation Stage cultivator who has greatly suppressed his cultivation to stabilize at the Foundation Establishment Great Perfection realm just to accompany me inside. However, his Divine Sense Power remains at the Core Formation Stage. Do you think two monks can defy fate so easily?"
"If you know they are monks, you should also know where they come from. I will say no more."
“What's the Xuanfo Temple to me? The Five Great Sects of Zhongzhou are nothing but a joke. Even if their Holy Son were here, he would only be fit to fetch me medicine,” the Yinshan Saint Child said in a deep voice, his tone dripping with disdain for the Five Great Sects, filled with arrogance and confidence.
“You're right, Yinshan Saint Child. I see the Five Great Sects sinking deeper into decline. The Five Great Sects of Zhongzhou should really reorder themselves; they only cultivate trash. I even heard that the Holy Son of the You Xian Sect was severely injured by a young boy, and the so-called strongest attacker, the Azure Palace Saint Child, was tricked into the lair of a Hell Python Bull and torn apart, becoming someone’s meal. Truly laughable,” another young man in red said. Among the seven, besides the Overlord Saint Child and the Yinshan Saint Child who were closest to the pool, he was the third.
The Overlord Saint Child paid no further attention. He had witnessed Zhao Yang's strength firsthand, easily defeating the Holy Son of the You Xian Sect. The cultivation methods of the You Xian Sect primarily focused on control; even he could not win so easily. Yet that young boy somehow managed to escape from the clutches of the Youxian Saint Child and counterattack, forcing him to use a Void Breaking Talisman to flee from the Haotian Secret Realm.
At this moment, those outside the formation were unaware that while those inside could hear the conversations within the hall, the three inside could not hear what was being said by those within the formation.
Hearing the arrogant and contemptuous words of the Purple-Robed Elder, Song Baliang felt a surge of golden light erupt from his body, revealing a layer of mysterious scriptures that seeped from his skin, enveloping him and making him appear like a Golden Buddha.
“Oh, it seems you have some skill after all. Let’s see how much you really have,” thought the Purple-Robed Elder, surprised but still displaying confidence and disdain as he continued to provoke Song Baliang.
With golden light shimmering around him, Song Baliang leaped forward towards the elder. The elder's purple robe billowed as his True Qi surged, striking out with one palm to meet Song Baliang's attack.
With a crack, bones broke. The Purple-Robed Elder staggered back, his hand trembling behind him as he muttered in shock, “Diamond Strength?”
“Looks like you've hit a hard wall, old fellow,” replied Song Baliang, his form majestic as he charged again.
The expression of the Purple-Robed Elder shifted slightly as he dodged to a nearby candlestick with lightning speed. But Song Baliang, equally swift as lightning, pursued relentlessly, crashing into the massive candlestick with a thunderous sound. The elder dared not face him head-on and quickly dodged to another side. Behind him came another loud crash as a piece of stone fell from the wall, shattering an incense holder.
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