This broken secret realm isn’t large, only spanning over a dozen miles. The center of the realm is empty, with only a massive Yin Water Cold Pool exuding waves of Yin Qi.

As they walked in, they discovered two groups were already confronting each other there.

In addition to Qiuyuan and his group and another small team of Daluo Sect disciples, there were several loose cultivators lurking near the Yin Water Cold Pool. These loose cultivators exuded a chilling and ominous ghostly aura, clearly evil cultivators.

Upon seeing Qiuyuan and the others arrive, the people there immediately frowned.

"Why are there so many people coming in?"

A middle-aged man with a withered body, resembling a dried corpse, spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Zhang Ren, haven’t you practiced the Celestial Corpse Skill and damaged your brain? The Yin Evil Qi in this valley attracts people passing through; who could it be hidden from?"

An old man in a cloak, visibly a Yin Spirit, replied coldly.

Qiuyuan, Yuan Chong, and the others just came in, and upon seeing this scene, they almost regretted it deeply. They initially just wanted to come for a look but never expected so many people to be occupying this secret realm?

And each one of them is notoriously fierce!

The withered-looking man, named Zhang Ren, was a rare ’Corpse Cultivator’. Those who fell into his hands would often be drained of all their blood.

The cloaked old man, nicknamed Spirit King, was a Yin Soul Fierce Ghost who took pleasure in capturing cultivators’ souls. Falling into his hands was a fate worse than death.

In addition to him, there were several other infamous evil cultivators.

Encountering this group was like a sheep walking into a wolf pack.

Fortunately, there was another team of Daluo Sect disciples in the secret realm. Considering the numbers, the Daluo Sect actually had the advantage if a fight were to break out, and they might not necessarily suffer a loss.

Seeing Qiuyuan and the others entering, the leader of the other team, a tall and skinny young man, suddenly gained some confidence. Stepping forward, he declared:

"The Yin Water Cold Pool should be shared. Why should it belong to you evil cultivators? If you have any sense, you should retreat quickly, and maybe you’ll leave with your lives. Otherwise, don’t blame us from the Daluo Sect for being rude!"

The rest of his team quickly explained the situation to Qiuyuan and the others:

It turns out.

The tall and skinny young man was called Yan Zhengze.

He was the leader of another Daluo Sect team, who, upon sensing the dense Yin Qi, believed the unusual Yin Evil Qi in the Withered Forest might be related to this place.

After some investigation, they found it wasn’t the case.

This Yin Water Cold Pool was merely a Spirit Spring formed by the Yin Evil Qi, likely existing before the secret realm broke. When the original Concealing Array shattered, the Yin Evil Qi leaked out.

They were planning how to take this Yin Water Cold Pool, but these evil cultivators suddenly barged in, not only intending to occupy the place but also starting a fight without hesitation.

Initially, Yan Zhengze’s side was at a disadvantage, but who’d have thought Qiuyuan and the others would arrive at this time.

What happened next was obvious to everyone.

"Indeed! This Yin Water Cold Pool was discovered by our Daluo Sect first!" Getting the situation explained, Yuan Chong stepped forward and shouted, "Get lost!"

"Get lost, or each of us will spit on you until you drown!"

Other disciples followed suit, shouting. Being part of the Daluo Sect, naturally, they would support their own. Hearing this, the evil cultivators’ eyes flashed with anger. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

They were monsters who had lived for decades, even centuries, yet they were being bullied by these young whelps in this broken secret realm?

Many evil cultivators started cursing in anger:

"You little whelps, when I was out killing, you were still in your mothers’ wombs!"

"So what if you’re from the Daluo Sect? Just because you little brats dare to talk big? Even if we butcher you in this broken secret realm, who would know?"

Zhang Ren, the man looking like a dried corpse, was especially enraged.

"Enough talking; let’s show them with our skills!"

Saying this, he waved his large hand and directly reached for the nearest Daluo Sect disciple.

His five claws were like hooks, skeletal like dry branches, with claws akin to a wild beast, emanating a cold glint. It tore through the air with a sharp whistling sound, several cold flashes like giant knives slashing down, instantly striking before a disciple!

"Get out!"

The disciple, a Body Cultivator named Lang He, was known for his explosive temper. Seeing Zhang Ren daring to strike, instead of retreating, he charged forward with a roar and swung his fist.

This punch exploded forth like a cannonball, tearing the air with crackling sounds, accompanied by a raging wind.

"Boom!"

A thunderous sound echoed as fist and claw collided.

He initially underestimated the corpse-like Zhang Ren, but upon collision, he realized the opponent’s emaciated body was as if cast from molten iron. The punch not only failed to stop the opponent but also caused his own fist to ache painfully and forced him to retreat repeatedly.

"How is this possible?"

The Daluo Sect members couldn’t help but look shocked.

The evil cultivators, on the other hand, sneered continuously.

Only Ye Qingchen secretly shook his head.

Zhang Ren’s practice of the Celestial Corpse Skill was evidently a distinct Body Refining Technique, honing his body like a walking corpse, thus making him even stronger in power.

Facing a Body Refining Powerhouse of the same level, he certainly held an absolute advantage.

As soon as the fight started, Lang He immediately fell into a disadvantage. Zhang Ren sneered sinisterly and advanced rapidly, flipping his claws and unleashing a fierce and stormy offensive.

Lang He could only hold on bitterly, continually defending himself.

"Haha, you Daluo Sect disciples are nothing much, only possessing trifling skills, yet dare to vie with us for the Yin Water Cold Pool?" Spirit King sneered with folded arms.

The Daluo Sect members, however, remained grimly silent.

They all noticed the gap between the sides, as Zhang Ren’s corpse-like form not only had immense strength but also impressive defense. Lang’s full-force punch only made Zhang Ren’s body sway slightly.

But Zhang Ren’s punch could cause him to cough blood.

Isn’t such a gap big enough?

Yuan Chong’s face was particularly grim. He prided himself on being a Wutai Disciple of the Daluo Sect and had become a Human Immortal in his twenties, looking down on these rogue cultivators’ unorthodox methods.

But seeing Senior Brother Lang, stronger than himself, struggling against the enemy, his heart sank to the depths.

Ye Qingchen, who was observing the fight, also frowned. If this continued, their defeat was inevitable.

Indeed.

The moment this thought arose, the outcome was determined.

Daluo Sect lost!

Evil cultivators won!