Ren Xiaoyao's body is as tall and straight as a pine tree, like an unsheathed sword, and his whole body exudes a frightening aura.
He was dressed in black and his black hair was dancing wildly in the wind. He looked like Demonic God walking out of the darkness, giving him a full sense of oppression.
The spiritual energy around him surged like raging ocean waves, one wave after another. The powerful pressure made the surrounding air seem to solidify.
The spiritual particles in the air surged wildly, making a subtle buzzing sound, as if in awe of this powerful force.
In front of him, Xiong Meng, Ao Gan, Ling Shuang and the seriously injured Elder Wuyou were kneeling on the ground in embarrassment, their faces full of horror and their bodies shaking uncontrollably.
Xiong Meng's knees were sunk deep into the soil, and he put his hands on the ground, trying to support his body, but was weak due to fear; Ao Gan shrank his neck, his eyes moved around in panic, and did not dare to look directly at Ren Xiaoyao.
Ling Shuang bit her lower lip tightly, tears welling up in her eyes, her pitiful appearance was moving.
Elder Wuyou was dying, his face was as pale as paper, and there was still a trace of wet blood hanging from the corner of his mouth. The injuries on his body made it extremely difficult for him to even breathe.
"Hmph, I'll spare you for today."
Ren Xiaoyao's voice is cold, like the north wind in the cold winter, without any warmth.
"Be more restrained in your behavior in the future and don't get into trouble with me again."
The sound was not loud, but it reverberated in the valley like a roaring bell, causing everyone's eardrums to hurt.
The sound waves hit the stone walls of the valley and bounced back, forming waves of echoes that lingered for a long time.
Xiong Meng If he was granted amnesty, he hit his forehead heavily on the ground with a banging sound and cried, "Sir, you are a large number of people. We were blind and bumped into you. We will never dare to do it again!"
His forehead instantly became red and swollen, with traces of blood oozing out. Mixed with the dust on his face, he looked extremely embarrassed.
The sand and gravel on the ground embedded themselves in his forehead, leaving bloody traces, which looked shocking.
Ao Gan also hurriedly echoed, "Yes, sir, we were terribly wrong. Please be kind and spare us this time. We will definitely keep our tail between our legs in the future."
His voice was trembling, and his eyes were full of fear, fearing that Ren Xiaoyao would change his mind.
As he spoke, his body was trembling and his voice was trembling.
Ling Shuang was sobbing, with a cry in his voice, "Sir, I shouldn't be involved in this matter. Please be patient and let us live."
Her tears kept rolling down, wetting the ground in front of her, making her whole person look pitiful.
Tears slid down her cheeks, dripping on the dry land, and disappeared in an instant, as if they had never appeared.
Elder Wuyou raised his head with difficulty, breathing weakly. "Young man, I am blind and offend Your Excellency, but I hope Your Excellency will be so noble...Lingxiao Sacred Sect will definitely remember your kindness."
He raised his head with difficulty, every word seemed to have been exhausted, and his pale face was full of prayer.
Ren Xiaoyao frowned slightly, his eyes were like lightning, he scanned the crowd, and asked, "Who are you Lingxiao Sacred Sect, how dare you act so wantonly?"
There was a hint of doubt and inquiry in his eyes. Although he had heard about this famous sect on the mainland, he did not understand its true background.
His gaze was like a sharp blade, passing through everyone's faces one by one, as if he wanted to see through their thoughts.
Xiong Meng raised his blood-stained face and replied tremblingly, "Sir, this Lingxiao Sacred Sect is a well-known force on this continent. Our sect has been established. For hundreds of years, the founder was Human Emperor. Back then, he established Lingxiao Sacred Sect by virtue of his astonishing cultivation skills and made a huge name in this continent."
Speaking of the history of the sect, Xiong Meng's eyes flashed with pride, even though he was in a desperate situation at the moment.
A trace of reminiscence flashed in his eyes, as if he had seen the glorious scene when Human Emperor established the sect.
"Oh? Human Emperor?" Ren Xiaoyao raised his eyebrows, with a hint of imperceptible interest flashing in his eyes.
He has experienced countless hardships and dangers on the road of cultivation, and is always curious about the stories of strong men. He has also heard about the legend of the myth Human Emperor, but the details are not clear.
Some vague memories about Human Emperor quickly flashed through my mind, and I became increasingly curious about this mysterious figure.
Ao Gan hurriedly added, "Yes, sir. Over the years, the sect has continued to grow and develop, with many disciples and masters. We have a unique Cultivation Method and inheritance, occupying an important position among the many forces in this continent. Moreover, our sect also has contacts with many other forces, and the relationship is intricate."
As he spoke, he secretly observed Ren Xiaoyao's expression, trying to find any sign of looseness on his face.
His eyes wandered back and forth on Ren Xiaoyao's face, not missing any subtle change in expression.
Ling Shuang calmed down his emotions and said softly, "It's just that in recent years, the internal divisions within the sect have become serious. Some disciples rely on the power of the sect to act arrogantly and domineeringly outside. The behavior that offended you before was indeed something they did wrong, but this does not represent the entire Lingxiao Sacred Sect. I hope you will understand clearly."
She spoke sincerely and her eyes were full of sincerity, hoping Ren Xiaoyao could listen to her explanation.
His hands were twisted together unconsciously, and his face was full of anxiety and expectation.
Elder Wuyou forced himself to cough twice and said, "Yes, young man. I, Lingxiao Sacred Sect, have been carrying on the inheritance to this day and have always taken it as my duty to promote the right path. However, some changes happened in the middle, which led to the current situation. Our sect has a profound foundation and has many precious Cultivation Resources and the powerful protector Law Treasure. I also hope that Your Excellency will look up to us for the sake of sincerely admitting our mistakes. I, Lingxiao Sacred Sect, will definitely be on good terms with Your Excellency in the future to repay the favor of not killing today."
He was well aware of the Lingxiao Sacred Sect's current situation, and it might be the best outcome if he and Ren Xiaoyao could turn their feud into friendship. He sighed slightly, his tone full of helplessness and expectation.
Ren Xiaoyao narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking secretly in his heart, but on the surface he looked calm, and just said lightly, "Let's let it go for today, you can take care of yourself."
After saying that, his figure flashed and disappeared instantly. The speed was so fast that it made people's eyes blur, as if he had never appeared.
Only a breeze was left on the spot, blowing the surrounding flowers and plants, as if telling of his departure.
In fact, Ren Xiaoyao already had a plan in mind.
He heard that the treasure house of the Lingxiao Sacred Sect contained a large number of precious practice resources left by Human Emperor in the past. These resources were of great benefit to his practice, so he decided to take them into his pocket.
The legends of those resources kept reappearing in his mind, imagining the improvement in strength after obtaining them, and his heart was full of expectations.
But he did not reveal this idea to Xiong Meng and others. Instead, he used the art of concealment, like an invisible shadow, quietly following behind everyone, heading towards the Lingxiao Sacred Sect. Along the way, he carefully kept a distance to ensure that he would not be noticed, and at the same time carefully observed the surrounding terrain and environment to prepare for subsequent actions.
His footsteps were light and silent, like a falling leaf, causing no ripples.
His figure blended into the darkness, as if blending into the night, with only his keen eyes shining in the darkness.
When Xiong Meng and others saw Ren Xiaoyao leaving, they immediately collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily, and it took a long time to recover.
Xiong Meng gritted his teeth, his face full of resentment. "Huh, that guy is too arrogant. He dares to humiliate us like this. It would be unkind to not avenge this!" His hands were clenched, and his nails were deeply embedded in his palms, leaving traces of blood.
Blood dripped from his palms and onto the ground, as if telling his anger.
Ao Gan quickly echoed, "That's right, he thinks that we Lingxiao Sacred Sect are easy to bully? If you weren't injured this time, elder, how could you allow him to be so presumptuous!"
His eyes were shining with hatred, and he was thinking about how to take revenge on Ren Xiaoyao.
The embarrassed look of Ren Xiaoyao kept popping up in his mind, and a sinister smile appeared at the corner of his mouth unconsciously.
Elder Wuyou frowned, a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Don't act rashly, that kid's strength is unpredictable, we can't be careless."
He was well aware of the horror of Ren Xiaoyao and did not dare to take risks easily. He shook his head slightly, his face full of worry, as if he had seen the tragic situation of the sect being destroyed.
Xiong Meng looked disdainful. "Elder, you are just too cautious. We can prepare secretly and wait for the resources to be handed over to him before looking for an opportunity to take action. Our Holy Sect has a profound foundation and we have the back-up left by Human Emperor. Are we still afraid that he is just a young boy?"
His face was filled with unwillingness and he was eager to regain his position. He stamped his feet fiercely and raised a cloud of dust, as if to demonstrate to Ren Xiaoyao.
Ao Gan was also fanning the flames. "Yes, elder, we can summon the masters in the sect and set up a dragnet. By then, even if he has extraordinary abilities, he will not be able to escape."
As he spoke, he gestured, as if he had seen the tragic situation of Ren Xiaoyao being trapped in a trap.
His hands were waving in the air, making various catching movements, and his face was filled with excitement.
Elder Wuyou pondered for a long time, and the hatred in his heart finally gained the upper hand. He nodded slightly. "Forget it, if I don't take revenge, my old face will have no place to rest. We will immediately summon Grand Elder who is in retreat within the sect and elite disciples from all walks of life. Together with these strong men, we will definitely take down Ren Xiaoyao."
He lowered his voice and said with a sinister expression, "Remember, the operation must be secretive, and no news should be leaked. First, prepare with all your strength to open the treasure house, hand over the resources on time, stabilize Ren Xiaoyao, wait for him to relax his vigilance, and then kill him in one fell swoop."
There was a hint of determination in his eyes, as if he had put Ren Xiaoyao to death.
And all this was heard by Ren Xiaoyao who was following them secretly. The corner of his mouth slightly raised, showing a sneer, and he was secretly thinking about how to use the trick to successfully seize the treasure house resources, and at the same time make Lingxiao Sacred Sect pay the price for what they had done.
He flashed and hid in the darkness, continuing to follow silently, waiting for the best opportunity to arrive.
His eyes shone with wisdom, as if he had everything under control.
Xiong Meng, Ao Gan and the seriously injured Elder Wuyou marched hard towards the Lingxiao Sacred Sect with steps as heavy as lead. The forest was eerily silent, with only their shuffling and messy footsteps and the occasional roar of unknown beasts coming from a distance.
The surrounding trees swayed gently in the breeze, as if whispering about the coming storm.
Xiong Meng spat from time to time, cursing with resentment on his face. "That boy, when I return to the sect, I will make him look good!"
His fists were clenched tightly, and veins popped out on the back of his hands, as if he was imagining the scene of beating Ren Xiaoyao severely.
The image of Ren Xiaoyao being knocked to the ground by him kept reappearing in his mind. Every punch seemed to hit Ren Xiaoyao, and the hatred in his heart became stronger and stronger.
Ao Gan also echoed from the side, his voice full of unwillingness. "That is, if I don't avenge this revenge, I, Ao Gan, swear that I will not be a human being! When we summon the masters in the sect, let's see how arrogant he is!"
There was a sinister light in his eyes, as if he had seen Ren Xiaoyao begging for mercy under their siege. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a cruel smile, as if he had already felt the pleasure of revenge.
Elder Wuyou looked gloomy and said nothing. He was constantly thinking about revenge plans in his mind, thinking about how to mobilize those Grand Elder and elite disciples in seclusion in the sect, and how to set up a dragnet to make it impossible for Ren Xiaoyao to escape.
He knows very well that Ren Xiaoyao is powerful, and if he wants to succeed in revenge, he must be absolutely sure.
His brows were furrowed, and there was a trace of anxiety in his eyes, as if he had seen the consequences of the failure of his revenge plan.
Just when they reached a narrow and deep valley, the surrounding temperature dropped suddenly, and a biting chill hit their faces, as if pairs of eyes hidden in the darkness were peering at them.
Immediately afterwards, a burst of weird and sharp laughter came from the depths of the valley. "Hahahaha, people of the Lingxiao Sacred Sect, you finally fell into my hands! Today is the day you die!" The laughter echoed in the valley, making it particularly eerie and terrifying.
Along with this creepy laughter, a figure slowly emerged from the shadows.
This man was covered from head to toe in a tattered black robe, full of patches and stains. The black robe seemed to have gone through countless years of vicissitudes, looking old and decayed.
His figure was extremely thin, as if he were a dry firewood stick, lifeless.
Its skin is tightly attached to the bones and is as dry as parchment, and the outline of the bones under the skin can even be clearly seen.
The exposed hands are even more shocking. They are twisted and deformed like withered branches, with veins protruding from them, like crawling earthworms, full of a ferocious feeling.
What's even more terrifying is that his fingertips are flashing with a faint green light, and the cold light is looming, making people shudder.
He is Great Sage Ku Gu who makes all forces fear him.
His appearance seemed to bring a breath of death, and the surrounding air became colder.
Xiong Meng's face instantly turned pale, his eyes widened in horror, he subconsciously clenched the big knife in his hand, and shouted in a trembling voice, "Great Sage Ku Gu! You... why did you attack us?"
His legs were shaking slightly, and although he tried hard to appear calm, the fear could not be concealed. His voice was trembling, and the big knife in his hand was shaking unconsciously, as if telling the fear in his heart.
Great Sage Ku Gu grinned, revealing a mouth full of yellowed and incomplete teeth. His face was full of resentment, and he sneered, "Humph, you Lingxiao Sacred Sect are really noble and forgetful! Back then, your sect relied on the strength of its numbers to rob heavenly materials and earthly treasures that I had worked so hard to find, and even killed my most proud disciple! Today is the time for you to repay this blood debt!"
His voice was full of hatred, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth. The image of his disciple's tragic death kept appearing in his mind, and the flame of revenge was burning brightly.
There was a hint of madness in his eyes, as if he had been blinded by hatred.
When Xiong Meng and Ao Gan heard this, their hearts tightened. They did not expect that Great Sage Ku Gu had such deep hatred for the Lingxiao Sacred Sect.
Before they could respond, Great Sage Ku Gu suddenly raised his arm, and his palm instantly turned into a thick dark green mist, rushing towards Xiong Meng and others. Wherever he went, the air seemed to be corroded, making a "sizzling" sound, and even the surrounding ground was eroded into small pits.
Wherever the mist reaches, flowers and plants instantly wither, and the soil on the ground turns black, emitting a pungent smell.
Ao Gan and Xiong Meng responded quickly. They looked at each other and stood in front of Elder Wuyou in tacit understanding, trying to hold up a line of defense for the seriously injured elder.
Xiong Meng roared angrily, using all his strength, swinging the big sword in his hand vigorously, the light of the sword flashed, and each sword light slashed towards the mist with fierce momentum.
However, the mist seemed to be alive, deftly avoiding the sword light and continuing to roll in.
The sword light cut through the mist, but did not cause any damage to it, as if the mist was an illusory existence.
Ao Gan quickly formed seals with his hands, and the spiritual energy around his body gathered to form a light blue shield, protecting the three people inside. The surface of the shield was rippled, emitting a soft but tough light.
The dark green mist hit the shield hard, making a dull sound, like a huge stone hitting a copper bell.
The shield withstood the huge impact, ripples appeared on the surface, and the light became dim.
Every impact caused the ripples on the shield to spread further, and the light became weaker and weaker, as if it would break at any time.
Great Sage Ku Gu saw this, snorted coldly, and increased his spiritual power output. The dark green mist became thicker and thicker, constantly hitting the shield like a raging tide.
There was only a crisp "click" sound, and cracks appeared in the shield instantly, and then it shattered suddenly.
The powerful impact knocked Xiong Meng and Ao Gan away. They drew an arc in the air and fell heavily to the ground, creating a shallow pit.
Their bodies rolled on the ground several times before stopping. Their bodies were covered with dust and blood, and they looked miserable.
Xiong Meng struggled to get up, but fell heavily due to the severe pain in his chest. Blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, and he cried out, "No, I can't die like this, I haven't taken revenge on Ren Xiaoyao yet!"
His eyes were filled with unwillingness, and his hands were grasping in vain on the ground.
His fingers drew several deep marks on the ground, as if trying to grasp the last glimmer of hope.
Ao Gan also collapsed on the ground, his breath weak, his body was injured in many places, and his clothes were dyed red with blood. "Could it be... are we really going to die here today?" He looked at the sky, his eyes filled with despair.
The sky was covered with clouds, as if they were also mourning their fate.
Elder Wuyou held on to his injured body and struggled to stand up. He knew that today might be a bad day, but as the elder of the Lingxiao Sacred Sect, he was never willing to accept his fate.
He mobilized the remaining strength in his body and prepared for a final desperate fight.
He muttered words, moved his hands quickly, and his whole body emitted a layer of faint golden light, which was his defense Cultivation Method at the bottom of the box.
Although the light was weak, it seemed to contain Infinite Power, giving him his final courage.
Just when Great Sage Ku Gu was about to give the final blow, he suddenly felt an inexplicable strong pressure, as if there was a Ancient Demon God looking at him coldly.
His heart thumped, and he was secretly horrified. "What's going on? Where does this power come from?"
His movements suddenly stopped, a look of horror appeared on his face, and a strong uneasiness surged in his heart. This pressure was like an invisible mountain, making him almost breathless. His legs began to tremble uncontrollably, and the dark green mist condensed in his hands also dissipated a lot.
There was a trace of panic in his eyes, and he looked around, trying to find the source of this power.
"Is there a peerless powerful person here? But why didn't I notice it?" Great Sage Ku Gu had big beads of sweat on his forehead, and he kept speculating in his mind.
He was quite famous on this continent, but he had never felt such terrifying pressure, which made him want to quit.
His heartbeat accelerated rapidly, cold sweat soaked his back, and fear spread in his heart.
Xiong Meng, Ao Gan and Elder Wuyou also noticed this subtle change, and there was a glimmer of hope amidst the despair of death.
They saw Great Sage Ku Gu's face turn from ferocious to pale, and big beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
The spark of hope rekindled in their eyes, and they secretly prayed for a miracle to happen.
After a moment of stalemate, Great Sage Ku Gu gritted his teeth and said bitterly, "Huh, today you are lucky, we will settle this debt later!" After saying that, he flashed and disappeared into the valley in an instant, leaving only a gloomy sound of wind, as if to express his unwillingness.
The whining sound of the wind seemed to be the Curse left behind when Great Sage Ku Gu left. It echoed in the valley and lingered for a long time.
Xiong Meng and others collapsed on the ground, gasping for air, the joy of surviving the disaster welling up in their hearts.
Ao Gan said with lingering fear, "What kind of luck did we have, that he left suddenly?" His voice was still trembling, and his frightened face was full of doubts. He stared blankly in the direction where Great Sage Ku Gu disappeared, as if he still couldn't believe what had just happened.
Xiong Meng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, shook his head and said, "Whatever, maybe God doesn't want us to die and wants to keep us back to clean up Ren Xiaoyao." He struggled to sit up and wiped the blood and dust on his face with his sleeves. The flame of hatred rekindled in his eyes, as if the life-and-death crisis just now was just an episode, and the idea of revenge became more and more determined in his heart.
Although Elder Wuyou was also full of doubts, he still managed to gather his energy and said, "No matter what, let's go back to the sect first, recover from our injuries and then think about it in the long term." His voice was weak and tired, and his body was shaking slightly due to his injuries, but as the elder of the Lingxiao Sacred Sect, he knew that he must stay calm at this moment and plan for the next thing.