The Liu Clan Hunkers Down Like Turtles, the Yue Clan Flies Away by Boat
"Swish, swish, swish."
High in the sky, several figures of the Liu Clan's ancestors appeared.
One group was focused on Liu Zhong, while the other group was focused on the powerful figures from the Mystic Yang Realm.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense.
At the same time.
The surrounding crowd was drawn to the scene.
The commotion just now, coupled with that angry questioning, meant that even without knowing the specifics, one could guess the general situation:
This matter has likely gone wrong!
At this moment, the powerful figure from the Mystic Yang Realm turned his gaze to Liu Tianming:
"Since we can't go to the Emperor's Tomb, let's go somewhere else."
As he spoke, he raised his hand and waved.
Suddenly, a giant monument appeared in front of him.
"We'll deal with Liu Zhong's matter when we get back."
Chen Qiuwen called out, then turned and said:
"Protect the Imperial Prince!"
Below, the powerful members of the Liu Clan all wore solemn expressions upon hearing this.
Swish, swish, swish.
Suddenly, a large amount of light emerged from within the giant monument, unfolding in an instant and transforming into a spatial gate.
At the same time.
Far away.
People were all around, activating the teleportation method in different ways.
"This..."
Among the crowd, someone's expression subtly changed:
"It seems like they're not just after the powerful Liu Clan and Yue Clan!"
"Who said this place is unimportant to the Mystic Yang Realm?!"
On the other side.
Yue Peng's gaze swept across the field, and he immediately gave the order:
"Don't linger, let's go."
The situation changed much faster than he had anticipated.
It was originally thought that the powerful figures of the Mystic Yang Realm would only intervene after the entrance was completely secured and some members of the Liu Clan had entered.
After all, in that situation, if the entrance were destroyed, the people inside would not be able to evacuate immediately. For their safety, the Liu Clan would do their best to protect the entrance and would be bound by it.
Unexpectedly, the Liu Clan patriarch named Liu Zhong took the initiative and destroyed the entrance to the secret realm.
"Either the Liu Clan has other ways to enter the Emperor's Tomb, or the Liu Clan orchestrated this whole thing from the beginning."
Looking at the figures of the Liu Clan ancestors in the distance, Yue Peng's gaze became solemn.
If it's the latter.
Who is worth targeting by the Liu Clan?
The answer is self-evident.
Liu Xun had no idea what Yue Peng was thinking.
At this moment, the teleportation gate formed by the giant stele began to fluctuate.
The next moment, figures burst forth from it like a geyser.
"Hand over Liu Tianming, and we'll give your Liu Clan a chance."
A voice spoke, looking at the elders of the Liu Clan.
"You all, are you willing to talk...?"
Before he could finish speaking, the figure flashed and disappeared from the spot.
"Snort!"
The three Liu Clan ancestors reacted almost simultaneously.
"Get out here!"
The three attacked simultaneously, aiming directly at a spot in the void in front of Liu Tianming.
The figure that had just disappeared was forcibly forced back out.
However, his face showed no sign of concern; he simply shook his head and smiled.
"So, you're bullying the few because you have more people?"
The moment the words fell, a vast amount of thought converged on this place.
"Take Tianming with you!"
An elder of the Liu Clan gave a low shout, and then spoke:
"Activate!"
The moment the sound faded, the ground trembled, centered on the Liu Clan, and an astonishing aura soared into the sky, sweeping across all directions. Array formations condensed from bottom to top, enveloping all the members of the Liu Clan.
Swish, swish, swish.
The several elders of the Liu Clan, who had been hiding in the shadows, all appeared around the formation.
For a time, within the formation, wherever one could see, there was no fewer than one ancestor's figure.
The Liu Clan has relied on stability for development for so many years, so how could they not make proper preparations for this trip to another realm?
We don't seek to conquer other realms; at the very least, we can advance and retreat freely!
"Phew, that startled me."
A descendant of the Liu Clan breathed a sigh of relief:
"I almost thought I wouldn't be able to leave today."
As soon as he finished speaking, the elder beside him turned his head to look and said:
"Say less bad things."
The boy shook his head, gazing at the figure of the Daoist Ancestor:
"These must all be our clan's ancestors. With so many of them and this great formation in place, they should be able to buy us some time to leave."
Within the great formation, the members of the Liu Clan breathed a sigh of relief for the time being.
Looking outside the formation, everyone watched as the figures swarmed out of the teleportation array like locusts, their hearts pounding as if they were about to leap out of their throats.
Not to mention, when you look towards the distant horizon, you can vaguely see a dark mass that is swaying and widening slightly.
"This... this..."
Someone's lips trembled as they struggled to speak:
"This is a trap!"
Many others have noticed that the once formidable Yue Clan has long since fled to a distant place.
"The Liu Clan lives like tortoises, the Yue Clan flies in boats, what... what are we going to do?!"
Panic, fear, and even a hint of despair filled the crowd.
Coming here is easy, but leaving is difficult. Many people realized this immediately and rushed back to where they had been teleported from.
Upon arrival, they discovered that the teleportation array had already been destroyed.
Now, if they want to leave, they'll have to use all their own methods.
The atmosphere of despair intensified instantly.
In contrast, there were the Mystic Yang Realm cultivators who rushed over excitedly.
"These people from the Misty Clear Realm are truly weak. They've already crumbled before even engaging in combat. Run? Where do they think they can run to in the territory of the Mystic Yang Realm!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill! Anyone who Non-Self Mystic Yang Domain, regardless of their identity, can be killed without fear of provoking powerful forces. Don't hesitate, kill them all!"
"Choose the weak to kill, avoid prolonged battles. The strong don't necessarily have good items on them, do you understand?!"
The various parties made different choices, yet they shared nearly identical viewpoints.
Are those who are about to frantically leave the field truly their opponents?
No.
It's just a resource that's being used!
"Senior Chen, aren't we leaving yet?"
Lin Xie turned his head and looked at Chen Mingxuan, who showed no intention of leaving, and couldn't help but remind him.
The reason he came to find Chen Mingxuan again was because of Chen Mingxuan's strength.
Staying by Chen Mingxuan's side would definitely be safer.
After all, if anything happens, Chen Mingxuan's strength would make it much easier for him to leave than it is for him now.
But Lin Xie noticed that even now, Chen Mingxuan showed no sign of leaving, and seemed to be paying attention to something else.
Standing to the side, Luo Zhen watched as the Mystic Yang Realm experts swarmed by like locusts, and felt a chill run down his spine.
This is not within the same realm.
It's not like we're always running into each other; the so-called background and martial virtue have almost disappeared these days.
He clearly saw a powerful figure raise his hand and strike down with a palm.
The sheer difference in strength caused all the cultivators in that area to explode and die instantly.
The strong strike, a one-sided massacre.
If it were me, I would definitely find it difficult to bear.
"Senior Chen."
Luo Zhen suddenly thought of something and said:
"Don't hesitate any longer, those old acquaintances are definitely not safe."
Chen Mingxuan smiled upon hearing this.
Indeed, he had already seen an old friend surrounded.
Let's go.
Chen Mingxuan spoke, and the two of them immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
But then, Chen Mingxuan finished speaking:
"Go help."