Chapter 2268 - 2227: The Mantis Stalks the Cicada, Huang Que Behind

The powerful cultivator at the Second Mold of the Immortal wanted to snatch the Golden Blood Boy away from the eyes of over ten thousand heroes, which was nearly impossible, as the divine senses of the various cultivators wouldn't relax even a bit.

The powerful cultivator at the Second Mold of the Immortal roared again, his voice beginning to compromise, saying, "I only want one, just one Golden Blood Boy. Once I take one, I'll leave my Storage Ring behind, which contains many pills, Spirit Grass, and cultivation technique manuals that are beyond your imagination..."

However, his roar was in vain; originally, there were only two Golden Blood Boys, pitifully few in number, and no one was willing to let one go with him. The conditions he offered were seen by everyone as merely a beggar's alms.

This powerful cultivator at the Second Mold of the Immortal now regretted deeply not bringing his senior brothers along when he came. If they had come together, they would surely have been able to withstand this immense divine sense pressure and snatch away the two Golden Blood Boys.

Of course, this was just his wishful thinking, because even if his senior brothers had come, it was unlikely they'd be able to take the two Golden Blood Boys away, as there were over ten thousand powerful cultivators here, and without super strength, it was definitely impossible.

Seeing that the myriad heroes' divine senses did not relax at all, the powerful cultivator at the Second Mold of the Immortal let out a frustrated roar like a trapped beast. Then, he painstakingly crawled up from the ground, turned around, and trudged back the way he came.

Once the powerful cultivator at the Second Mold of the Immortal escaped the divine senses of the crowd, he slumped to the ground as if his energy had been drained, sweating profusely, his face pale, with blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, showing he had suffered heavily.

Among the ten thousand cultivators, the powerful cultivator at the Second Mold of the Immortal was the strongest. Even he couldn't take the Golden Blood Boy away under the pressure of the crowd's divine senses, so much less others. At this moment, the divine senses of the crowd formed a circle, encircling the two Golden Blood Boys within, with no one daring to move rashly to fight or snatch...

This stalemate lasted for about half a stick of incense's time. Then suddenly, more than a dozen powerful cultivators emerged from the crowd, rushing toward the Golden Blood Boys. These dozen cultivators wore identical attire, evidently from the same sect, collectively attempting to snatch the Golden Blood Boys.

These dozen cultivators had formidable cultivation bases, the highest being at the One Moulding of Heavenly Beings, the lowest at the Fifth Decline of Heavenly Beings. They didn't act blindly, but rather had a meticulous plan.

As they rushed into the divine sense pressure range, the dozen people released their divine senses simultaneously, covering the head of a cultivator at the First Mold of the Immortal, forming a large divine sense umbrella to shield against the enormous pressure above.

With such a divine sense shield,

the powerful cultivator at the First Mold of the Immortal hurriedly moved toward the two Golden Blood Boys, while the divine sense umbrella formed by his fellow sect members closely followed above his head, constantly shielding him from the oppressive divine senses above.

However, the divine sense pressure was too immense, and the divine sense umbrella couldn't completely shield against it, like hailstones the size of fists pounding on the umbrella, creating constant turmoil.

At first, he could walk normally, but soon his steps turned difficult. When he was only ten meters away from the two Golden Blood Boys, his legs felt as heavy as lead.

Still, he grit his teeth and persisted, one step at a time, toward the two Golden Blood Boys. When he was only three steps away, the divine sense umbrella above him shattered under the heavy pressure, causing his fellow sect members who maintained the umbrella to simultaneously spray mouthfuls of blood, while the powerful cultivator at the First Mold of the Immortal knelt on the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood.

After several gasping breaths, he raised his eyes, staring at the two Golden Blood Boys glowing with golden light so close before him, his eyes bursting with excitement. He arduously extended his hands, trying to grab the nearest Golden Blood Boy. At that moment, he suddenly felt the divine sense pressure above suddenly intensify.

Under the divine sense pressure, he couldn't even muster the strength to extend his hands, at this point completely immobilized like a sculpture.

Suddenly...

a powerful divine sense interjected, forming an umbrella-like shield right over his head, this shield even more solid than the divine sense shield formed by his dozen sect members earlier.

This formation of the shield instantly warded off the divine sense pressure, causing his body to feel light. He showed a look of ecstatic joy without even checking the cause, and directly extended his hands to grab the two Golden Blood Boys, holding them close as he flew away in excitement.

The divine sense shield followed him like a movable umbrella, constantly blocking the divine sense pressure from above.

As it seemed the Golden Blood Boys were about to be taken away by the powerful cultivator at the First Mold of the Immortal, the myriad heroes watched with nervousness and worry, turning their gaze to the source of the divine sense, only to see an elderly white-haired cultivator with the cultivation of the Seventh Mold of the Immortal, vastly powerful, one who could with divine sense hold up such a solid shield.

However, no one understood why the elder would help the powerful cultivator at the First Mold of the Immortal; from their attire, it was clear they were not from the same sect.

Finally, the powerful cultivator at the First Mold of the Immortal broke free from the divine sense pressure of the crowd, showing ecstatic joy on his face as he flew away quickly with the two Golden Blood Boys, followed closely by his dozen fellow sect members who were also ecstatic, immediately taking flight to follow, closely protecting the powerful cultivator at the First Mold of the Immortal, as if ready to protect him at all costs.

But as they ascended into the sky, the white-haired elderly cultivator at the Seventh Mold of the Immortal raised his brows, causing the umbrella-like shield over the head of the powerful cultivator at the First Mold of the Immortal to suddenly transform into several needle-like lights, shooting down rapidly toward him, like a shower of needles.

Shuuu... shuuu... shuuu...

Accompanied by dense breaking air sounds, the needle rain directly pierced into his head and face, adding hundreds of bloody points to his appearance, causing the powerful cultivator at the First Mold of the Immortal to let out a tragic scream, "Ah~~~~"

But quickly, his scream ceased abruptly, his eyes widened, and he instantly perished, becoming a lifeless puppet; the spell technique was distinctly the "Hundred Miles Reaping."

His dozen fellow sect members saw him killed unexpectedly, turning their eyes to the white-haired elder, recognizing his cultivation of the Seventh Mold of the Immortal with fear akin to facing a Celestial God. Though angry, they dared not seek revenge but instead rushed upwards to seize the two Golden Blood Boys from the hand of the powerful cultivator at the First Mold of the Immortal.

At this moment, the white-haired elder's gaze sharpened into needle-like lights, immediately casting six divine sense beams down, forming needle-like lights, showering upon the dozen sect members, shuuu... shuuu..., the barely audible sound of breaking air rose, and immediately the dozen fellow sect members were pierced through the head and face by the needle beams, dying miserably.

The elder, while using the Hundred Miles Reaping Technique to annihilate the dozen sect members, extended his hands in a snake-like swallowing gesture, instantly generating suction and pulling the two Golden Blood Boys into his embrace.

The mantis tries to capture the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.