The gap is too big!

Even though Lang He was struggling to hold on, he fell behind from the start. Facing an opponent who could shrug off his full-force strike while killing him with a backhanded slap was utterly despairing.

This mummified-looking Zhang Ren unleashed hundreds of punches in a flash. In the end, with a single palm, he broke through Lang He’s defense and continued to strike toward his chest.

"Oh no!"

Although Lang He had long been aware, he tapped his toes, landing in the void like a swift swallow skimming the water, but with the speed of a lightning bolt.

However, Zhang Ren’s claw was even faster!

"Ah!"

Only Lang He’s scream was heard as he fell from the sky.

Everyone looked quickly, gasping in shock. Lang He’s chest was slashed like a beast had clawed it, showing hideous wounds with blood pouring out like a waterfall.

An icy chill ran down everyone’s spine.

This was fortunate for Lang He’s quick reflexes. Had he been a moment slower, he might have been torn to shreds on the spot.

"I lost!"

Lang He clutched his chest, his face ashen, afflicted by the corpse qi clinging to the opponent’s claws.

Zhang Ren, hearing this, smirked with a trace of ridicule and no longer looked at him. Instead, he scanned the other young people in the field with mockery: "Daluo Sect, that’s all you’ve got!"

"With such limited strength, you dare to challenge us?"

"You clueless brats, crawl back to where you came from!"

As Zhang Ren’s words fell, the other evil cultivators in the broken secret realm began to laugh and mock without restraint.

The members of the Daluo Sect, upon hearing this, were filled with shame and anger.

Ashamed because Lang He was swiftly defeated, and angered because these evil cultivators openly humiliated them. As hot-blooded individuals, how could they tolerate such humiliation?

"Let me experience your skills!"

Amid the laughter, Yan Zhengze, a disciple of the Daluo Sect, couldn’t bear it any longer. He stepped forward, shouting loudly, and his long sword was drawn with a clang.

In an instant, silver light flowed, resembling a silver dragon rolling in midair.

Yan Zhengze’s eyes narrowed, and in the next moment, he followed his sword, creating a fierce white wave in the void. This white wave extended several hundred feet from the broken secret realm, rushing from everyone’s front to Zhang Ren’s front!

"Boom!"

A loud explosion rang out.

Zhang Ren leaped up, while below him, the ground was torn apart by the violent Sword Qi, turning into a torrent of mud and rain falling all around.

Clang!

At this time, Yan Zhengze, who was charging forward, tapped his toes on the ground like an antelope leaping, a dragonfly skimming water. The sword edge quivered, scattering the mud rain, and he pursued toward Zhang Ren like an arrow leaving the bowstring.

"Good!"

The Daluo Sect disciples immediately cheered.

Yuan Chong was especially proud, provocatively glancing at Ye Qingchen. But Ye Qingchen didn’t even look at him, just watching the battle expressionlessly, occasionally letting his gaze rest on the Yin Spirit known as Spirit King.

"Get lost!"

Being chased by a young brat, how could Zhang Ren endure that?

He immediately shouted angrily, clenched his hand into a fist, his corpse qi swirling, transforming into a massive wave hundreds of feet high, frenziedly crashing toward Yan Zhengze!

"Can he withstand it?"

The Daluo Sect disciples widened their eyes.

Even the evil cultivators present squinted their eyes.

Yan Zhengze, facing this overwhelming corpse qi, showed no fear. Instead, he made a decisive hand seal, and his Sword Qi rotated and burst forth, pushing back fiercely.

With a ’screech’, the surging corpse qi shattered on the spot. As it dispersed, Yan Zhengze’s sword had already struck the opponent’s fist!

Boom!

The air shook around them.

Under the astonished gazes of everyone, they saw Zhang Ren’s body tremble violently. His withered arm burst open as if packed with explosives, piece by piece. He lost balance, shooting backward like an arrow, crashing heavily to the ground, completely unconscious.

"Ooh ooh ooh!"

"Brother Yan Zhengze is mighty and domineering!"

"How about it? This is the strength of our Daluo Sect. Do you submit?"

Upon seeing this scene, the Daluo Sect members could not contain their joy and shouted excitedly.

In contrast, the evil cultivators wore gloomy expressions.

Clearly, they did not expect there to be such a disciple within the Daluo Sect.

Though Yan Zhengze’s strength wasn’t extraordinary, he was an old disciple who had entered the Human Immortal realm for many years, with vast and powerful True Qi. Even facing him made them struggle greatly.

Indeed.

Subsequently, several more evil cultivators stepped forward to challenge Yan Zhengze, but all were defeated, one after another.

Yuan Chong was beaming, delightedly, feeling honored even though he hadn’t fought since a Daluo Sect disciple had won. He glanced at Ye Qingchen in the distance and provocatively remarked:

"Ye Qingchen! Didn’t you say your skills were impressive? There are so many evil cultivators; you can try challenging one!"

Ye Qingchen stood there, not even looking at him, responding indifferently, "It’s not time yet! When the time comes, I will take action!" 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Seeing this, Yuan Chong’s mockery deepened. Even at this point, still so stubborn. A mere Celestial Venerable Ninth Layer, he could crush such an opponent with one hand; how could he be worthy of being a rival?

Upon hearing these words, Spirit King, who had been sitting cross-legged by the Yin Water Cold Pool, opened his eyes, glanced at Ye Qingchen, scoffed, and said nothing more.

Soon, a few more rounds occurred in the field.

Yan Zhengze continued to fight, defeating the evil cultivators one by one. Witnessing this, the evil cultivators grew uneasy, as Yan Zhengze was too strong!

If this continued, they feared they would lose this Yin Water Cold Pool.

The Daluo Sect disciples, on the other hand, grew increasingly excited.

"A bunch of side-door spells dare to act wild before us?"

"Indeed, I thought these evil cultivators were formidable! Turns out they’re just flower sacks, strong on the outside but weak on the inside! With that strength, how dare they vie with us for the Yin Water Cold Pool?"

Even Kong Jing repeatedly voiced his thoughts.

Only Ye Qingchen shook his head silently.

These evil cultivators pursued side paths. Their cultivation speed far exceeded that of orthodox cultivators, but generally, their foundation was not strong. When facing a disciple like Yan Zhengze with a solid foundation, they would suffer.

But the others clearly didn’t think so. In Yuan Chong and others’ eyes, Yan Zhengze was dominating, making Daluo Sect unbeatable, with no exceptions possible!

The evil cultivators also looked pale, thinking of retreating.

It was at this moment that a voice dripping with disdain came from the Yin Water Cold Pool:

"Tsk tsk, what a disgrace! Us seniors with decades, even a hundred years behind us, are being beaten down by a young brat without anyone daring to step up. It’s utterly shameful!"

Everyone looked over and saw Spirit King sitting at the pond’s edge, full of mockery.

Zhang Ren, hearing this, was furious, sneering coldly, "Spirit King, are you seeking death? We’re fighting life and death here, and you not only don’t lend a hand, but you also jest from the sidelines!"

"Spirit King! If you stepped up, you might do worse than Zhang Ren!"

"I think you grow more timid with age..."

"I’m not like you bunch of useless trash!" Faced with the evil cultivators’ accusations, Spirit King remained composed, sneering, "In that case, witness my methods!"

After saying this.

He suddenly stood up.

Boom!

In an instant, the calm Yin Water Cold Pool trembled violently, as if drawn, surging into a mighty ocean of anger. A tumultuous and terrifying black Yin Evil Qi also erupted like a volcanic explosion.

From afar, the pond seemed to have become the entrance to the Nine Netherworld!

Amidst this churning Yin Evil Qi, Spirit King was unmoving like a mountain, akin to a mythical Nether God, controlling everyone’s life and death.

Under everyone’s incredulous gazes, he crossed his hands behind his back, looking at Yan Zhengze from a high position as if examining a dead man, and said softly:

"How do you want to die?"