Chapter 140: The Earth-Shattering Battle
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“...He’s escaped.”
“This is bad! The demonic cultivator has fled!!!”
Among nearly a thousand inner disciples watching the battle, it was quickly noticed that the figure on the arena had vanished. Someone shouted out first, and instantly the surrounding area erupted with a cacophony of voices, each person feeling unsettled.
“...Tianming?”
Unlike the other disciples, within the sightseeing area of the Tianyan Sect, a burly young man dressed in a white robe held a small gray wolf in his arms. He remained utterly still, his eyes vacant and hollow.
That name sounded familiar... somewhere.
“Senior Brother Chu!!”
A delicate, exceptionally beautiful face suddenly appeared before the burly youth. She wore a pale green dress, her eyes shimmering with a spirited glow.
“Ah, Sister Shu Meng, is there something you need?”
Startled by the sudden voice, Chu Qingchen looked at the graceful woman with a puzzled expression. At the same time, an inexplicable sense of familiarity stirred within him, much like the feeling the name Tianming evoked—though it was unfamiliar, it left him strangely captivated after the black-robed man’s prompting.
“...”
Seeing Chu Qingchen gaze at her, Shu Meng’s heart wavered. Ever since arriving at the Tianjian Sect, she had harbored a deep question: why, given her cultivation level, had she appeared here? Even after asking a high-ranking elder, she remained clueless.
Until that black-robed stranger, who had appeared out of nowhere, showed up. At that moment, a name seemed to come to her—a name that Chu Qingchen had just murmured. Though barely audible, it struck an unprecedented chord within her.
As if fate itself had decreed it.
“Speak, Sister. Whatever difficulty you have, Brother will definitely help.”
Watching Shu Meng lower her head and nervously tug at her sleeve, Chu Qingchen shook his head slightly, no longer pondering whether he had known this junior sister before.
“Senior Brother Chu, do you know that person from just now? I feel as if he bears no ill intent toward us!”
Hesitantly raising her head, Shu Meng’s clear, bright eyes widened as she stared intently at Chu Qingchen. No longer caring about her embarrassment, she parted her lips to ask.
“Oh? How do you figure that?”
Surprised that she shared his thoughts, Chu Qingchen glanced at Shu Meng somewhat astonished. After all, disciples detested demonic cultivators with great intensity.
“From his eyes. I sensed a desolation tinged with helplessness. I believe that person acted only after being backed into a corner with no retreat. The sect has misunderstood him; he might have come specifically to aid us.”
“Sorry, Senior Brother, I... I shouldn’t have said such rebellious things!”
Seeing Chu Qingchen’s face tighten, Shu Meng thought he was angry, and she quickly lowered her head, apologizing.
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“Perhaps what you said is true, but it is ill-timed.”
At these words, Chu Qingchen’s expression flickered, and seeing Shu Meng’s contrite attitude, an indescribable feeling surged within him. He shook his head in frustration, sat down, and closed his eyes in deep thought.
...
Beneath the six-path Golden Core, a figure appeared!
“Bastard!”
Suddenly, a cold, colorless voice echoed above the spectator stands. A middle-aged man in a luxurious blue robe swept his gaze over every corner below. His dark, piercing eyes radiated a sharp and oppressive force, compelling every disciple under his gaze to bow their heads.
“Are you trying to sow chaos? This is a moment of life and death. The sect master and elders are defending against the demonic archer’s assault, yet you all panic and scatter like this? What kind of conduct is that? Hurry and unite your strength—what are you waiting for?”
“Elder Tianhao speaks rightly. We will give it our all!”
Instilled with renewed confidence by Tianhao’s words, the inner disciples surged with determination. Waves of vibrant, multicolored spiritual energy poured like rivers and seas into the vast protective barrier.
Roar!
The previously cracked four-element shield vibrated with a humming sound as arcs of rainbow-colored energy continuously weakened the power of the arrow barrier.
Perhaps without the original Kaiyuan Bow and its host present, the arrow barrier dimmed noticeably. The six Golden Core elders, led by Tianhao Ming, grew increasingly at ease, showing a strong tendency to obliterate the arrow barrier.
Yet!
At this critical moment, the sky suddenly darkened far overhead, stretching all the way to the arena. Above the six Golden Core elders, countless dense black dots gathered, forming a drifting mist.
“What on earth is happening? Why has it suddenly turned dark?!”
“Bad news—it’s the dark demonic cultivators. Our elders are busy dispelling the power of that person’s bow and arrows. If they get disturbed, even the elders and sect masters could be seriously injured. The Middle Divine Continent might be doomed.”
“What?!”
“Hurry! Stop those demonic cultivators from approaching the elders and sect masters! All sect disciples, halt and prepare to face the darkness!”
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Boom! Boom!!
Thousands of attacks exploded continuously in the sky, the roaring energy forming a storm across the entire expanse. Endless six-colored spiritual energy gathered upon over a thousand inner disciples.
The sudden celestial anomaly was well understood by Tianhao Ming and the others, yet they could not leave their posts. They gritted their teeth and watched. When they saw these disciples volunteering to ascend and fight the demonic cultivators in the sky, a wave of comfort washed over them.
“This arrow truly holds some divine might. Fortunately, that person has already left; if that divine artifact were to be activated again, even our all-out efforts would be no match!” Qin Yu, sect master of the Shui Meng Sect, said with relief.
“Evil can never triumph over righteousness. Everyone, push harder and try to break this damn assault as soon as possible!”
“Lord Hua Han is right. These disciples are risking their lives for us old fellows; we cannot afford to be weak,” Tianhao Ming nodded at Gong Zhongruixin and radiated boundless sword intent once more.
“...Xun Tianxiao, what on earth are you up to?”
Shifting his gaze away from the three sect masters, Luan Tianfeng fixed his eyes on the ten elders forming the formation nearby. His brows furrowed deeply, his focus most intensely on the spot where the black mist had vanished.
Why hasn’t that person used the token? Could he be a planted mole arranged by him, and the earlier display was merely a staged act?
As Luan Tianfeng pondered silently, though he appeared to be exerting energy to maintain the protective barrier, his mind was filled with doubt and confusion.
He could neither guess nor understand.
That was the clearest expression of his heart at this very moment.
“Tianfeng!!! Concentrate! Don’t be distracted. We’ll discuss everything else later,”
Tianhao Ming’s worried gaze swept over him. Noticing a slight twitch in Luan Tianfeng’s brow, the perceptive Tianhao Ming understood he was still mulling over the earlier incident and sternly admonished him.