novelapdf Chapter 283 No More Pretense! Senior Brother Will Lead the Zhang Family
Chapter 283 No More Pretense! Senior Brother Will Lead the Zhang Family
The wind on the mountainside gradually subsided.
Xie Buci lifted his forehead from the black soil and used his spiritual power to evaporate the mud and water from his cheeks.
He gently retrieved Guile's unseeing head into his specially made storage bag.
That is irrefutable evidence of Qingquan Peak's fifty years of blood debt, and also an important bargaining chip when meeting with the sect's higher-ups later.
He straightened his back, and the desolation that had drained his energy was completely gone, replaced by a calm and composed demeanor that exuded sharpness.
Qin Wanzhuang, Mo Chengyue, and the others also stood up in unison.
"Second Senior Sister, your eyes are still red."
Mo Chengyue lowered his voice and teased.
He casually handed over a clean handkerchief, his eyes holding a hint of probing.
"Mind your own business."
Qin Wanzhuang rolled her eyes at him.
She did not refuse, but took the handkerchief and carefully wiped away the wetness from the corners of her eyes, her hand gripping the Blazing Sun Sword becoming even more steady.
"Junior Brother meant well, why must you be so harsh, Qin?"
Yu Jianhuan swayed her slender waist and leaned closer.
She chimed in with a charming laugh, her rose-purple dress swaying gracefully in the wind.
"If you find him too talkative, how about giving him to my Jade Peak?"
Her phoenix eyes were full of mockery.
"You're dreaming."
Qin Wanzhuang immediately tightened her grip on the Lieyang Sword.
Her eyes swept across the crowd like knives, exuding an imposing aura.
Mo Chengyue brushed the mud off his knees and wisely shut his mouth.
He could clearly sense that, after this ceremony, the group, which had originally been divided into groups with their own ulterior motives, had been solidified into an unbreakable ironclad unit.
Although the women's habit of bickering hasn't changed, their bond of sharing life and death has taken deep root.
"boring."
Wenren Ji, holding the ancient sword that was taller than himself, coldly uttered two words from the side.
"It's really boring."
Su Qingying slung the Jade Spirit Sword back behind her and, unusually, echoed her sentiment.
Her usually aloof and cold face now showed less of its usual guardedness.
"Have you all had enough of arguing?"
Xie Buci turned around and his gaze swept over everyone.
The dark red leaden clouds above the Burial Immortal Plain began to churn, and the Nine Heavens Gale Belt emitted a piercing howl, causing the entire space to tremble violently.
In the distance, dozens of enormous teleportation beams, each a hundred feet in diameter, pierced the sky like sharp swords and crashed directly onto the wasteland.
That was the last passage before the ruins closed.
"The exit is open, are we going to leave?"
Lin Miaoyin held her pipa and looked up at the sky.
"Finally, the ordeal is over. I, the princess, don't want to stay in this wretched place for another second."
Jin Qiaoqiao snorted and tidied her somewhat disheveled long hair.
"Being able to survive to the end in this kind of hellish situation is something we can brag about for a lifetime."
Su Qingying's cool voice carried a rare hint of relaxation.
Xie Buci looked up at the path leading to the outside world.
"The time has come; everyone, calm your minds."
He smiled, his tone conveying an unprecedented sense of joy.
"Senior Brother Xie, there are high-ranking members of various sects watching outside. Wouldn't it be too conspicuous for us to go out like this?"
Mo Chengyue dutifully played a cautious role.
"Extroverted?"
Xie Buci burst into laughter.
"We rose to power over the corpses of demon elites, why should we cower before them!"
"Let's go, your senior brother will take you home."
He made no further attempt to conceal his presence; a dazzling sword light rose from the ground and soared into the sky.
The group exchanged smiles, each unleashing their magical treasures, which transformed into nine streaks of light that followed closely behind.
On the only road less than ten miles from the entrance and exit pillar of light, several furtive figures were hidden in a forest of rocks.
Those were a few survivors of the Blood River Cult and its rogue cultivators, each bearing wounds and their eyes gleaming with madness.
They knew all too well that in the final moments of the ruins, there would always be lone or badly wounded survivors fleeing in panic.
They gathered their remaining spirit stones and magical artifacts together, creating a dark red, highly poisonous killing array in mid-air. Holding their breath, they prepared to make their final transaction in this seven-year trial of the ruins.
"Brother, will this formation work?"
A rogue cultivator with a missing left arm lowered his voice, his tone revealing his guilt.
"Our injuries haven't healed yet; if we run into a tough opponent, we're doomed."
He gripped a dull-edged dagger tightly.
"What's there to be afraid of? Anyone who manages to escape at this point is surely at their last gasp."
The Blood River Cult remnant, known as the "Big Brother," spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.
"As long as we can capture one or two seriously injured Core Formation stage cultivators, we can return to our sect to exchange for resources after this job is done."
His eyes gleamed with a greedy, murderous light.
"Everyone, pay attention! There's movement."
His eyes were fixed on the sky, and his hands gripped the array plate tightly.
Ten dazzling streaks of light hurtled straight toward their trap with an arrogant and domineering manner.
"They've arrived! What a grand entrance!"
The rogue cultivator on the left arm swallowed hard.
"No matter how many men they have, they will die if they enter the formation."
The remnant leader, seeing an opportunity, was overjoyed and immediately activated the killing formation.
The dark red poisonous mist transformed into a giant net that covered the sky, blocking all escape routes.
"Hahaha, leave them all for me!"
The leader of the remnant party laughed arrogantly.
Just as the giant net was about to close, the terrifying aura emanating from the ten streaks of light spread out without reservation.
The violent pressure of the ancient golden elixir, mixed with the overwhelming demonic energy of the transformed great demon, pressed down like a mountain.
The leader of the remaining rebels lying in ambush below immediately stopped breathing and stared at the sky in disbelief.
"Demon... demonic aura?"
His maniacal laughter froze, his mouth gaping open but unable to utter a sound.
He never imagined that he would encounter such a full-strength team with such vitality in the final moments before the ruins were about to close.
That kind of oppressive aura was something that a low-level cultivator like him, who survived by picking up scraps, could not possibly withstand.
Facing the deadly net of poison that loomed overhead, Xie Buci, who was flying at the forefront, didn't even lift an eyelid.
"Where did this blind bastard come from?"
Qin Wanzhuang snorted coldly and held the Blazing Sun Sword, ready to draw it.
"How dare you show off such a lousy formation? Why bother getting your hands dirty, Qin?"
Yu Jianhuan stopped her with a charming laugh.
"You don't need to worry about it, I'll handle it."
Xie Buci didn't even bother to use the Li Ting Mace.
He transformed his protective aura into an incomparably sharp blade of energy, crashing directly into it without slowing down.
Jin Qiaoqiao, Su Qingying, and the others following behind him didn't even raise their hands.
"Even ants dare to block the way."
Jin Qiaoqiao's golden vertical pupils were filled with disdain, and her demonic power did not even ripple.
Mo Chengyue stood in the middle of the group, coldly looking down at the group of presumptuous clowns below.
"It's true what they say: people die for money, and birds die for food."
He shook his head inwardly.
Faced with an absolute disparity in strength, all trickery and scheming become meaningless.
A deafening explosion resounded through the sky.
The killing formation, powerful enough to trap a cultivator in the early stage of Core Formation, couldn't even last half a breath before being shattered like fragile glass by Xie Buci's protective aura.
The terrifying shockwave rebounded downwards, and several remaining members of the ambush were struck as if by lightning, coughing up blood as they were thrown into the mud.
They collapsed to the ground, looking up at the ten figures whose backs didn't even glance at them.
"A powerful demon! That's a powerful demon in its transformation stage!"
The one-armed rogue cultivator was so terrified that his liver and gallbladder were about to burst, and his whole body trembled like a leaf.
"There are four more at the peak of the Core Formation stage! What kind of monster team is this?!"
The remnants of the Blood River Cult closed their eyes in despair.
"Brother, we've messed with the wrong people."
Another unaffiliated monk's crotch was soaked.
They couldn't even beg for mercy, fearing that the other party would finish them off with a single blow.
Fortunately, those important figures didn't take them seriously at all and simply turned into streaks of light and disappeared.
Without any real delay, the ten-person team swept through the crowd and arrived smoothly at the largest teleportation beam.
The pillar of light was originally surrounded by dozens of survivors from various sects, covered in blood and wary of each other.