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"I don't deny it. That must be the ship."
Mu Yu said as he looked at the protruding Snow Hill in front of him. The path they had taken was a smooth, snowy road, without a single rock in sight. How could there suddenly be a Snow Hill here?
Perhaps it was that person, I don't deny it.
Gan Yuan spat out the grass roots he had been chewing, which landed right on the Snow Hill. Before he could gather his thoughts, a shadow suddenly flashed out from behind the Snow Hill, thrusting a sword directly at his neck, leaving him momentarily unable to defend himself.
Seeing Gan Yuan in danger, Mu Yu rushed forward to push him aside just in time to avoid the attack. However, I don't deny it; the blade struck Mu Yu's shoulder, creating a gaping wound that bled profusely.
But at this moment, things were even more dire. Mistake was clearly not alone; three patrolling figures had surrounded them on that desolate path.
Realizing his attack had failed, the leading Nine Nether Cultivator took advantage of their numbers and clearly did not regard Gan Yuan and his companions as threats. After all, with two Golden Core cultivators and one Foundation Establishment cultivator, they seemed outmatched against his eight or nine Golden Core Cultivators.
However, as the battle began, those Nine Nether Cultivators grew increasingly alarmed. Although Gan Yuan was injured, it did not significantly affect his combat ability. With the Mountain Sea Fan summoned, none of the Golden Core Cultivators could match him in a single exchange; they struggled to defend against his relentless attacks and made no progress whatsoever.
Meanwhile, Mu Yu relied on his agile movements to keep evading a Golden Core Initial Stage Nine Nether Cultivator, clearly indicating that this would not be resolved anytime soon.
Zhang Zhao also did not hold back; he fought fiercely against multiple opponents without losing ground. After all, the disciples sent by each Major Sect to participate in the Eastern Extreme Secret Realm Demonstration had been carefully selected from their respective sects and were not weaklings.
Outside the secret realm, when everyone saw Gan Yuan and his companions being ambushed, their hearts sank with anxiety. However, upon realizing that no irreversible situation had developed, they felt a little relief wash over them.
When everyone saw Mu Yu seizing the opportunity to strike a devastating blow against a Nine Nether Cultivator attacking Gan Yuan, they couldn't help but feel a surge of relief and wanted to cheer for that remarkable Sister.
In that moment, a thick pillar of Spiritual Energy suddenly erupted from Gan Yuan's feet, plunging everyone into deep despair.
"Senior Brother!"
Zhang Zhao swung his large blade with all his might, temporarily pushing back his enemies. He rushed to Gan Yuan, who had been knocked away by Yi Dong, and helped him up.
Mu Yu quickly arrived at their side, pulling out a seemingly powerful Talisman while facing off against the group of Nine Nether Cultivators.
A bunch of useless fools; nine against three and still being overwhelmed. It was truly embarrassing for the Nine Nether Cultivators.
A delicate voice echoed from Snow Hill, carrying an icy chill that made anyone who heard it feel it must belong to a Nine Nether Female Cultivator. But when they saw the face of the person at Snow Hill, everyone’s eyes widened in disbelief at the scene before them.
Zhang Liuyuan.
Gan Yuan spat out a mouthful of blood, desperately trying to take a healing pill, but would Zhang Liuyuan give him any chance to escape?
Reintroducing Yi Dong, the True Disciple of the Ninth Underworld's Lutuo Pavilion, the Prince of Shriek Temple, personally appointed by the Yellow Spring Path Sovereign as the Yellow Spring Duke—Zhang Liuyuan. Perhaps in the future, we should refer to him as Lord Duke.
Outside the secret realm, everyone was equally astonished. Who could believe that a core disciple of such a Super Sect would actually betray the Nine Nether Sect?
It was simply too unbelievable.
The disciples of the Moon River Sect looked as if they had just eaten bitter melon, their faces twisted in extreme displeasure. They had hoped that their sect leader or Yan Dong would be their savior in this crisis, but instead, it felt like they were being doused with oil on a fire. They simply could not believe what was happening before their eyes.
He believed that those outside could hear it too. So, Zhang Liuyuan paused slightly, looking up at the sky, and thought about reporting back to the leaders of the various sects. Surely, those old-timers would be seeking help from the Ninth Underworld.
Indeed, Gan Yuan's face turned a ghastly red. He had long suspected that everything that happened during Yan Dong's hunting expedition had been premeditated. Now it seemed that there was an even larger scheme at play; that incident was merely a test run to clear away some weeds.
"Little Girl," he said, "put away your legs and that soul talisman; it won't do you any good."
Mu Yu tucked his legs under him and put away the talisman. Naturally, if Zhang Liuyuan said so, he probably wouldn't bother deceiving a Foundation Practitioner.
What should I do?
Gan Yuan fixed his gaze on Zhang Liuyuan, not missing a single detail as he searched for an opportunity to escape. However, Zhang Liuyuan stood there, his aura enveloping the area and revealing no weaknesses. The moment Gan Yuan considered making a move, he feared he would immediately face a devastating counterattack from Zhang Liuyuan. Was this really the end?
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