Novel Full Chapter 112: Arrival of Senior Brothers!
Chapter 112: Arrival of Senior Brothers!
“Oh, a seal-type martial art?” Li Yun smiled faintly. “In that case, I have something similar.”
He swiftly formed a series of hand seals and activated the fourth-tier secret art he had once obtained from Shen Feng.
“Golden Overlord Seal.”
A massive golden seal condensed above Li Yun, radiating a domineering aura as it hovered high overhead, towering like a divine monument.
Yet just as the two were about to release the full force of their attacks, a soft, amused chuckle suddenly echoed through the air.
“Hehe. It seems quite lively here.”
The instant those words sounded, an overwhelmingly fierce aura swept down from the sky like a collapsing mountain, crashing toward everyone present.
“Puff. Puff. Puff.”
The pressure was terrifyingly heavy. It slammed into the crowd without mercy, and aside from powerhouses such as Ye Beichen who could still barely hold their ground, the faces of the young geniuses instantly turned pale. A suffocating pressure crushed down on them, and several weaker cultivators were forced to cough up blood on the spot, suffering severe internal injuries.
Li Yun and Lu Changsan, who had been locked in a deadly confrontation, were also struck by the descending aura, which felt like an entire mountain falling upon their bodies.
Sensing grave danger, the two roared almost simultaneously. Without the slightest hesitation, they unleashed the power they had been gathering, their attacks erupting in full force. The violent energy surged upward, directly shattering the sweeping aura before continuing on, roaring toward the source from which it had descended.
“Hehe. Not bad. You have some ability, but it is still far from enough.”
The owner of the voice faced attacks capable of killing any Xiantian Realm fifth-level expert without showing the slightest fear. His tone remained relaxed, even amused.
Then a calm shout rang out.
“Profound Spirit Sword Finger.”
Swish. Swish.
Two dazzling streaks of light burst into existence, condensing into a pair of ten-foot-long qi swords. As they flew through the air, they carved blinding arcs of light, razor-sharp and unstoppable, slashing straight into the attacks unleashed by Li Yun and Lu Changsan.
Bang. Bang.
The Devil Dragon Roaring Heaven Seal and the Golden Overlord Seal shattered instantly under the impact of the qi swords, breaking apart without resistance.
The sword light did not dissipate. Instead, it surged forward with terrifying sharpness, piercing through the air as it shot directly toward Li Yun and Lu Changsan.
Thud.
Thud.
Both Li Yun and Lu Changsan’s expressions tightened. Neither dared to show the slightest carelessness. They drove the power of their physical bodies to the limit and swung fists and palms at the same time, smashing into the incoming sword light with brute force.
Even so, the overwhelming strength contained within the sword light sent their bodies staggering backward, forced to retreat under its domineering might.
“Who is it?”
After being forced back dozens of steps, Li Yun and Lu Changsan finally managed to steady themselves. The shock on their faces could no longer be concealed.
The combined attack they had just unleashed was powerful enough that even Ye Beichen would have needed to go all out to deal with it. Yet the owner of that voice had shattered it effortlessly with two casual strikes.
When had such a terrifying expert appeared within the Eternal Sky Secret Realm?
With pounding hearts, everyone lifted their heads at the same time. High in the sky, about twenty figures had appeared without anyone noticing when they arrived.
They were all young men and women, roughly around twenty years of age. Despite their youth, every single one of them radiated a formidable aura. The most eye-catching among them was the purple-robed youth standing at the front. The aura he emitted was at least two or three times stronger than that of his companions and vast to the point of feeling boundless.
Even ordinary young talents were not the only ones shaken. Ye Beichen, Li Yun, and the other geniuses all felt intense pressure and a clear sense of danger the moment they sensed the aura of that purple-robed youth.
This was undoubtedly a terrifying expert with astonishing cultivation.
“These people are…”
Everyone stared at the group in the sky, confusion filling their eyes as they tried to recall where such powerful young experts could have come from.
Suddenly, someone seemed to remember something and cried out in realization, “They should be the disciples who entered the Martial Ascension Gate in the previous batch.”
“That is correct.”
A blue-robed youth stepped forward and nodded calmly.
Despite the powerful aura surrounding him, he showed no arrogance. With a polite smile, he spoke clearly, “Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Zhang Lang, an Inner Sect Disciple of Profound Mystery Peak of the Martial Ascension Gate. The people behind me are also Inner Sect Disciples, coming from the other two peaks.”
He gestured lightly as he continued, “This Senior Brother Ling Chong is from Earth Pillar Peak. This Junior Sister Wang Yunyun is from Human Origin Peak. This Junior Brother Gao Shan is from Heaven Mandate Peak.”
The three people whose names were mentioned, along with Zhang Lang himself, were clearly the leaders of this group of Martial Ascension Gate disciples.
Among the four, Zhang Lang was the strongest. Ling Chong followed closely behind, then Wang Yunyun, while Gao Shan was the weakest of the group.
Of course, this weakness was only relative. Even the weakest among them, Gao Shan, would still be capable of sweeping aside more than half of the young talents present if he were to make a move on his own.
After finishing his introduction, Zhang Lang continued calmly, “Since all of you already know that we are disciples of the Martial Ascension Gate, then you should also understand why we have come here, correct?”
“We naturally understand.”
Everyone nodded with solemn expressions.
The second round of the Martial Ascension Gate’s disciple recruitment was divided into two stages. The first stage was the Eternal Sky Hunt, where participants fought among themselves to earn contribution points. The second stage was the assault by senior brothers.
Disciples from the previous recruitment batch would enter the Eternal Sky Secret Realm to intercept the newcomers and seize the contribution points they had spent so much effort accumulating.
“Since you understand our purpose, why are you still hesitating?” Zhang Lang said lightly. “Why not obediently hand over your contribution points right now?”
“Hehe, we have raised you fat sheep for more than a month, and today it is finally time to slaughter you,” Ling Chong said as he stepped out from behind Zhang Lang, letting out a strange, unsettling laugh.
As he spoke, his gaze swept across Li Yun and the other young talents without restraint, like a ravenous wolf staring at a pen of well-fed lambs.
“Damn it.”
“This bastard actually treats us like livestock waiting to be slaughtered. He is far too arrogant.”
“Hmph, so what if you are disciples of the Martial Ascension Gate? There are only about twenty of you.”
“There are tens of millions of us here. If we join forces, even Inner Sect Disciples of the Martial Ascension Gate will have to retreat.”
Under Ling Chong’s predatory stare, the humiliation felt by the young talents instantly boiled over, and angry shouts rang out one after another.
“What an arrogant fellow.”
Ye Beichen and Li Yun both wore grim expressions. It was obvious that the so-called fat sheep Ling Chong referred to included them as well.
“Oh? The lambs are angry now, and you even want to resist?” Ling Chong sneered, the corners of his mouth lifting in contempt. “In front of true strength, trash is still trash. No matter how many of you there are, you are nothing more than a pile of trash. You think numbers alone can challenge the strong? That is nothing but a delusion.”
As he said those words, his eyes were drawn to one particular disciple.
“You were the one shouting the loudest just now, weren’t you?” Ling Chong continued coldly. “I will start with you.”
As his words fell, Ling Chong’s gaze locked onto a particular young talent, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.
His body suddenly trembled, and in the next instant he transformed into a blurred afterimage, charging toward his target at terrifying speed.