A Hand in the Fight, Crushing All Opposition

As the smoke and dust slowly dissipated, Chu Wujiu's towering Hundred-Zhang Dharma Body vanished.

He himself descended slowly from mid-air, his clothes fluttering, his expression indifferent, as if he had merely swatted a fly.

"Chu Wujiu, was it really necessary to use the Heaven and Earth Law?" Zhao Lingyun patted imaginary dust off his clothes, his tone slightly mocking. "He blasted us to smithereens, almost affecting us as well."

"I think he just wants to show off," Yun Zexuan said confidently, standing with his arms crossed.

Ye Lingchuan nodded, completely agreeing.

Upon hearing this, Chu Wujiu merely glanced at them indifferently, a subtle smile playing on his lips, "Just stretching my muscles."

"And stop pretending."

"If this kind of attack can affect you, then I'll have to suspect that you've been possessed, or that you're not real."

Upon hearing this, the group exchanged smiles, their confidence and tacit understanding unspoken.

However, what they considered a perfectly ordinary joke was like a thunderclap to Xie Qingshang.

Is it unnecessary to use the Heaven and Earth Law?

Stretch your muscles and joints?

Although Xie Qingshang had long known that these people were very strong, the scene before her eyes once again completely shattered her understanding.

Elder Xu is Fourteenth Realm expert!

This level isn't particularly high, but the problem is that the highest level these people can reach is... the Thirteenth Realm?

A difference of a great realm is like an insurmountable chasm, which cannot be bridged by quantity alone.

Logically speaking, even if all of them were combined, they would still be no match for Elder Xu.

However, for Chu Wujiu and the others, this was quite normal.

Leaving aside the fact that each of them is Peak Prodigy capable of fighting across borders, they cannot be measured by common sense.

Not to mention, just now, Old Elder Xu was in a state of great mental chaos because his Divine Sense was severely damaged by Ye Lingchuan's Soul Search, and he was also suppressed by Zhao Lingyun and Yun Zexuan's formation and several talismans. He was so badly affected that he couldn't even fully summon his own Heaven and Earth Law.

That wasn't a duel, but a meticulously planned execution with no suspense whatsoever.

There is indeed no need to use the Heaven and Earth Law.

But Xie Qingshang didn't know that!

She only saw a Fourteenth Realm expert being instantly killed without any resistance in front of several twelfth and thirteenth-realm cultivators.

This shock intensified her fear.

They began searching for the origins and backgrounds of these people, trying to piece together their true identities from the Spider Silk.

But I just can't seem to focus my thoughts.

The root cause is still this person next to me...

Thinking this, Xie Qingshang's beautiful eyes fell on Qin Wangchuan beside her.

How did he know that Elder Xu was the traitor?

This man seemed to have a keen eye for everything and a complete grasp of the situation, making people feel both at ease and subtly creating an indescribable sense of distance, making him impossible to approach.

After the barbecue, everyone took a break.

Over the next ten days or so, the group continued to explore this secret place.

The fallen leaves rustled beneath my feet, and the Spiritual Qi of the Secret Realm enveloped me like mist.

During this time, they encountered some sporadic fortuitous opportunity, but for them, these were not significant gains.

It was almost time to go find Ma Hongchang.

Qin Wangchuan then said to the group, "You all continue forward, I'm going somewhere."

"You're not going to eat alone, are you, Young Master Qin?" Chu Wujiu raised an eyebrow, his tone teasing, clearly curious about Qin Wangchuan's whereabouts.

However, Qin Wangchuan ignored him and vanished from the spot in a flash.

Chu Wujiu shrugged and said to Zhao Lingyun and the other two, "See? He's so secretive. Sometimes I really don't know what he's thinking."

"Who doesn't have secrets?" Zhao Lingyun smiled, not bothering to probe further.

Yun Zexuan and Ye Lingchuan didn't say much either. They were already used to Qin Wangchuan's "unexpected yet reasonable" style of doing things.

Xie Qingshang stood to the side, taking in the entire conversation.

She gently bit her lower lip, her curiosity about Qin Wangchuan reaching its peak.

This man is really making my heart itch.

Several more days passed.

In a Dense Forest to the northwest of the Secret Realm, the stench of blood permeated the air.

Ma Hongchang was covered in injuries and was pinned to the ground by several cultivators, unable to move.

"Go ahead and run!" Ma Liu, the leader, stomped his head hard into the mud, his face full of a sinister grin.

The crowd parted, and Song Yu'an, dressed in a magnificent long dress, slowly walked over. The dagger in her hand gleamed with a cold, eerie blue light. Looking down at the young man on the ground, a chilling smile curled at the corner of her lips, "Hongchang, look at yourself now."

"To be honest, I'm actually a little scared. I'm afraid you've stumbled upon some incredible fortuitous opportunity and will soar to great heights... If that happens, I'll never be able to sleep or eat in peace."

Looking at his childhood sweetheart, Ma Hongchang was filled with anger and despair.

His jaw trembled, but he was powerless to resist.

Just then, a Mysterious Figure in Black Robes slowly emerged from the shadows of the forest path, breaking the tense atmosphere.

Ma Liu and the others immediately turned around alertly. When they saw that the newcomer was just an ordinary young man with an unremarkable aura, their wariness instantly turned into naked contempt and impatience.

"Where did this brat come from, daring to meddle in your Sixth Master's business?" Ma Liu spat on the ground and cursed viciously, "I'm in a good mood today and don't want to add another corpse to the list, so get lost!"

However, the Mysterious Figure in Black Robes seemed not to have heard.

He didn't even glance at Ma Liu, and continued walking unhurriedly towards the crowd, as if strolling in his own backyard.

When his gaze finally fell upon the boy being trampled underfoot by the group, Qin Wangchuan finally spoke. His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears:

"Ma Hongchang?"

His tone was calm, yet carried a hint of inquiry.

This call caused a sudden burst of light to erupt in the lifeless eyes of Ma Hongchang, who was lying on the ground on the verge of Deathly Stillness!

He knows me!

There's still hope!

I can't die! I still need revenge!

But the thought only lasted for a moment before he extinguished it himself.

Ma Hongchang could sense that the newcomer's aura was ordinary, like that of a mortal. How could he possibly defeat so many cultivators?

Despair welled up in my heart once again.

"Court death!"

Enraged at being ignored, Ma Liu and his men stepped forward simultaneously, their Spiritual Power surging, ready to tear this arrogant brat to shreds.

Despite being surrounded by several people, Qin Wangchuan did not even pause in his steps.

He simply raised his right hand casually, his slender index and middle fingers joined together, and pointed lightly at the air.

A simple "Zhan" character composed of golden light took shape in the air in an instant, exuding a heart-stopping pressure.

The golden ancient character had just been reflected in Ma Liu's pupils, and the sinister smile on his face hadn't even had time to change.

The words suddenly dissipated, turning into an invisible ripple that gently swept by, as if it were just a breeze blowing through the treetops.

An eerie, deathly Deathly Stillness fell over the woods.

The wind stopped, and the birdsong abruptly ceased.

Ma Liu and all his men, who were still charging forward, were frozen in place.

One second.

Two seconds.

Thump, thump, thump...

More than ten heads, like ripe fruit, rolled off the neck in unison.

The headless bodies, propelled forward two more steps by inertia, before crashing to the ground, blood gushing into the air like a fountain, staining the ground crimson.

The only survivor, Song Yu'an, was so frightened that he turned pale and collapsed to the ground.

In an instant, she realized that the person before her was a highly skilled but unassuming master. Tears streamed down her face, and she pleaded in a weak voice, "Senior, spare my life! I know I was wrong! Please... please have mercy!"

However, faced with the girl's tearful and pitiful appearance...

Qin Wangchuan didn't pause for a moment, and didn't even glance at her out of the corner of his eye, walking straight past her.

The next moment, Song Yu'an's head also flew off silently, his face frozen in extreme terror.