Misty Forest (4)

Aside from the direction of the Misty Forest, cultivators from various countries pursuing Yue Qianchou continued to arrive from other directions, but they were all bewildered by the heart-wrenching screams. More and more people arrived from the surrounding area, but they all gathered on the outer perimeter, none daring to approach, a stark contrast to their previous frantic arrival.

Those who arrived later were confused and asked the earlier arrivals what had happened. Upon receiving their answers, they were all dumbfounded. Hearing Bai Meng's mournful cry, everyone fell silent, deciding to wait and see.

Bai Meng's shouts were met with a cold laugh from Yue Qianchou, who came from the sea of fire. "Are you out of your mind!"

The black flying sword continued its attack, and Bai Meng and the others could only watch helplessly. They wanted to help, but thinking of the sword's invincible power, they were too afraid to get close, having been terrified by it.

The hundreds below had almost all been wiped out. The remaining few were cornered by the black sword net and, in desperation, released their protective Gang Qi, plunging into the thin, colorful mist behind them, hoping to hold out for a while before turning around and emerging again.

To the surprise of the cultivators from various countries, the mysterious and fearsome Misty Forest was not as terrifying as they had imagined. Those people actually managed to survive their desperate situation; even Gang Qi protective Gang Qi of the Nascent Soul Realm stage cultivators were effective, allowing them to actually turn a corner and escape from the other side.

The crowd speculated that the mist was thinner and less toxic in the outer areas, otherwise it would have been impossible to escape so easily. After all, the Misty Forest, which had been talked about for countless years, was no joke.

With this example in mind, the remaining few dozen people, who were almost all dead, no longer hesitated and released their protective Gang Qi to rush inside...

Limbs and severed legs littered the ground, along with fragments of corpses and pools of blood. As the blue sea of fire swept through, everything instantly turned to ashes, erasing the bloody scene completely. With no obstacles in its path, Yue Qianchou smoothly entered the Seven-Colored Mist.

The surging, terrifying sea of azure fire gradually subsided, disappearing into the Seven-Colored Mist along with Yue Qianchou. The erratic black flying swords also vanished in the process...

Perhaps due to the steaming effect of the fire, the fog became increasingly thick. Just a moment ago, the visibility was several tens of meters, but now it could only be seen through to a meter or two.

Bai Meng and his nine companions landed before the Misty Forest, their faces ashen. Nearly eight hundred people had come in total, all rising stars and future pillars of the sect. Now, however, only three hundred remained. Yue Qianchou alone had slaughtered nearly five hundred of them. Most heartbreakingly, five of the sect's late Tribulation Transcendence stage experts had perished.

Bai Meng was trembling uncontrollably, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked. If he had killed Yue Qianchou and seized the treasured sword, it would have been understandable. But he had gained nothing and instead caused such a great loss. How could he possibly explain this to his master when he returned...

The thousands of people who had gathered in the surrounding air also landed and approached, shaking their heads and sighing as they looked at the pile of ashes on the ground. At the same time, they were secretly relieved that they hadn't blocked Yue Qianchou first, otherwise the consequences would have been unimaginable.

No one expected Yue Qianchou to be so powerful; it all happened in the blink of an eye! Nearly five hundred people, including five late Tribulation Transcendence stage, were slaughtered like vegetables.

The ten survivors from the Pashuo Kingdom who had been chasing Yue Qianchou were especially shaken. It seemed Yue Qianchou hadn't truly fought them; otherwise, none of them might have escaped.

These people glanced at the ashen-faced crowd from the Jinshan Kingdom and couldn't help but feel a secret schadenfreude. They thought it was good they died; who told them to be so arrogant at the beginning? They were practically begging for their lives. But they also had to thank them. Otherwise, who knows whose ashes were lying on the ground.

The muscles on Xin Lao San's face twitched. This kid had countless hidden tricks up his sleeve. That Star Absorbing Great Method was already evil and frightening enough. Now he had produced a batch of dark flying swords that could kill even those at the late Tribulation Transcendence stage as easily as cutting cabbage.

The thought that he was also at the late Tribulation Transcendence stage sent a chill down his spine. He knew his own bad temper; if it weren't for needing Yue Qianchou, he would have fallen out with that kid countless times already. If they really started fighting... Xin Lao San didn't even dare to think about it.

"Brother Bai Meng, please accept my condolences!"

"Brother Bai Meng, don't be sad. You will have a chance to take revenge eventually."

Those who knew Bai Meng offered words of comfort, though few truly believed them. Some scoffed, "This kid's foray into the Misty Forest is likely a death trap. It's a pity about those two treasured swords, destined to be lost in this vast Misty Forest..."

At this point, the man paused slightly, as if he had remembered something. Looking around, he saw that everyone else seemed to be deep in thought, clearly having the same idea as him.

His words reminded everyone that if Yue Qianchou had truly died inside, they wouldn't dare go in to search for him given their cultivation levels. However, their Spirit Transformation stage masters behind them, with their profound cultivation, could barely manage to go in and try to find him.

The group glanced around furtively, memorizing the direction Yue Qianchou had entered. They were prepared to wait, in case Yue Qianchou truly couldn't get out. This location was the best place to find the treasured sword; they could report it to their master upon returning.

"Huh! What's wrong with them?" Among the people looking around, someone suddenly pointed at the disciple on Bai Meng's side and exclaimed in surprise.

Everyone looked over and saw dozens of people standing together, remaining silent under the pointing and whispering of the crowd. Their expressions were ordinary, but their faces shone with a crystalline glow; their skin looked even better than a woman's, possessing a delicate and alluring charm.

Bai Meng and the others were also taken aback. Liu Zhenyang, the fifth junior brother beside him, frowned and asked, "What's wrong with you?" He called out several times, but the dozens of people still did not move, which was a bit abnormal.

Liu Zhenyang slowly walked over and stood opposite the group of dozens of people. He noticed that their bright eyes shone brightly, yet they seemed to be arrogant and didn't even glance at him, their senior from the sect, who was standing right in front of them.

Disrespect for elders—it might be understandable if one person did it, but for everyone to do it was simply impossible. Liu Zhenyang walked over and raised his hand, intending to pat one of them. But Bai Meng shouted, "Junior brother, don't touch them!"

Liu Zhenyang's hand hovered there, puzzled. Bai Meng said in a deep voice, "They are disciples who just came out of the Misty Forest. They may have been poisoned."

Hearing this, everyone nodded and whispered in agreement, clearly agreeing with Bai Meng's statement. Liu Zhenyang was startled and dared not touch it again; being contaminated by the poison would be no laughing matter. He took a few steps back, raised his hand, and flicked his fingers, sending a wisp of wind flying, striking one of the men in the face.

He knew exactly how to use it; the gust of wind he unleashed would at most leave someone with a bruised and swollen face, but nothing more.

To his surprise, the disciple's skin was not only exquisitely beautiful, but also incredibly delicate, almost flawless. With a soft "poof," a dark hole appeared on her face, startling Liu Zhenyang... How could this be? I didn't hit her that hard!

The atmosphere suddenly became heavy. Black sewage began to flow from the hole in the disciple's face, running down his cheeks and staining his clothes. As the sewage flowed out, wrinkles began to appear on his smooth skin, which then began to shrink from his head. He then swayed unsteadily and slowly fell backward.

Those standing behind him were also knocked down by his impact, one after another, dozens of people falling instantly. And as soon as they fell, they were like brittle paper bags filled with water, unable to withstand the pressure and bursting apart.

"Splash..." Sewage spilled all over the ground, and those who were nearby quickly stepped back to avoid it. All those who had fallen were stuck to the ground like pieces of paper, soaked in the sewage.

A disgusting stench began to spread in the air, and everyone frowned, secretly alarmed... What a potent poison! In such a short time, the entire body, except for the skin, had turned into black sewage, while the flesh and bones inside had become even brighter and more lustrous.

When everyone looked at the Misty Forest again, they couldn't help but gasp. The Seven-Colored Mist of the Misty Forest looked magnificent, but it contained deadly poison... Looking at the few people who were still poisoned and outwardly healthy, who could imagine that their bodies contained a pool of black, foul water?

"How could this happen?" Liu Zhenyang muttered to himself as he looked at the hand that had spewed out the gust of wind. Although he knew that these disciples had died from poisoning, he felt that he was the culprit. The finger he had flicked out had caused dozens more disciples to disappear in the blink of an eye.

The remaining nearly three hundred cultivators from the Jinshan Kingdom were all deathly pale, utterly silent and trembling. The shadow hanging over them would likely take a long time to dissipate.

Bai Meng's breathing grew heavy. Suddenly, he raised his hand and unleashed a powerful gust of wind, knocking down the remaining poisoned disciples and forcing everyone to witness another gruesome scene. Bai Meng strode to the edge of the Misty Forest and roared, "Yue Qianchou, if you have the guts, come out here!"

He shouted at the First Company his lungs several times, but his voice carried far and wide without any response. The cultivators from the surrounding countries shook their heads and sighed. Bai Meng was probably furious. Yue Qianchou had been inside for so long; he was likely in grave danger.

However, Yue Qianchou's actions seemed rather strange. Given his extraordinary abilities, why didn't he break through the encirclement? Why did he choose to plunge into such a deadly place? It was truly perplexing.

Xin Lao San gazed into the depths of the mist, muttering to himself repeatedly, "It's all my fault, it's all my fault..."

Liu Zhenyang tightened his lips and pulled Bai Meng, saying, "Senior Brother, the matter has already happened, and we need to discuss it carefully."

Just as the two turned around, Yue Qianchou's sinister laughter suddenly echoed from the Misty Forest: "What are you yelling for? I've always had guts. If you don't believe me, I'll show you. Take this!"

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