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Northern Mang Secret Realm Third Floor, the area that was once filled with countless buildings has now turned into a wasteland after the turmoil, leaving no trace of its former appearance. The once vibrant elites of the Six Sects have mostly been buried underground after a massacre, forever remaining in the Northern Mang Secret Realm.
At this moment, on the vast Third Floor, only two figures remain, one male and one female.
The man is Sun Zhe, his white robe now stained blood red, some of it his own, but much more belonging to others, making it impossible to distinguish its origin. The crimson blood has turned Sun Zhe into a blood-soaked figure, wielding a Long Sword, surrounded by a chilling Killing Intent, as if countless vengeful spirits are wailing around him.
His back, chest, and thighs are covered with numerous horrifying wounds, fresh blood still slowly flowing down and seeping into the earth, nourishing the lonely souls beneath. His clothes are tattered and his face is pale as snow. At this moment, Sun Zhe is on the verge of exhaustion; even the seven Star Points on his Forehead that store Thunder Power have dimmed significantly, lacking any trace of their original color.
Yet the fighting spirit in his black eyes is overwhelming; it seems as if raging flames are igniting within them, creating an oppressive heat that constricts the chest. His aura has reached its peak; even an ordinary Thunder Sovereign Level expert would likely not dare to confront Sun Zhe at this moment.
"Cough..." Blood trickles from the corner of Sun Zhe's mouth, his complexion growing even paler. However, his piercing gaze remains fixed on the figure standing gracefully before him, Zhuang Ruoxuan.
Seeing Sun Zhe, who is clearly on the brink of collapse yet exudes such formidable presence, Zhuang Ruoxuan shows surprise in her cold eyes for the first time. She has witnessed the entire massacre unfold and never expected that this man would single-handedly battle against the elite experts of the Six Sects. One from Xuan Lei Sect died, two from Aohumen, three from Yang Lei Sect, and five from Beast Taming Sect, totaling twelve individuals. Only Han Xinrao from Yin Lei Sect managed to escape heavily injured thanks to his suddenly advanced Brown-Horned Pegasus.
These twelve individuals were elite members selected through rigorous competition within the Six Sects, each possessing exceptional strength. In any sect, they would be considered top-tier experts. Yet, relying solely on himself, Sun Zhe killed eleven of them. If it weren't for Han Xinrao's beast suddenly evolving to grow wings, he would surely have met death as well. Even so, Han Xinrao is left with only half a life; whether he can escape remains uncertain.
"I didn't expect... your strength... to be so formidable." It seems that praising others is rare for her; Zhuang Ruoxuan's words come out somewhat awkwardly, but her eyes reveal genuine admiration. Aside from one person she respects deeply, she thought she would never admire anyone else in her life. However, this journey in the Northern Mang Secret Realm has allowed her to witness someone worthy of her respect once again.
But Sun Zhe pays no heed to Zhuang Ruoxuan's words. He grips the purple longsword embedded in his abdomen with his right hand while pressing down on his stomach with his left. With a sudden forceful pull, he yanks out the sword completely. Blood sprays forth again, staining the ground red once more. His pale face instantly loses all color; his proud brows furrow tightly as pain washes over him.
This is indeed Wu's final strike aimed at his Dantian. Had his Dantian not already collapsed, this strike would have claimed his life!
Observing Sun Zhe's condition, Zhuang Ruoxuan furrows her delicate brows. With a flick of her right hand, she reveals an ancient ring adorning her finger—an exquisite piece that resembles the precious Ethereal Ring that Sun Zhe possesses. However, upon closer inspection of the intricate patterns on her ring, it is evident that hers is far more valuable than Sun Zhe's.
With a gentle swipe of the left hand on the Ethereal Ring, an antique-looking potion bottle suddenly appeared in his palm. Although it had not been opened yet, the fragrant aroma of the potion emanating from the bottle was already intoxicating. This bottle contained a rare and exquisite elixir.
"Take it..." Zhuang Ruoxuan extended her right hand and spoke softly. Though it was an unintentional gift, her cold tone made it somewhat difficult to accept.
Sun Zhe glanced at Zhuang Ruoxuan. He had no fondness for this extremely proud Stunning Woman. Her arrogance made him, who came from an ordinary background, feel a sense of aversion. While this might be Zhuang Ruoxuan's nature, Sun Zhe still could not accept it. This time, he was left alone partly because she truly meant him no harm, but also because his current state was nearly collapsing. Lacking strength, Sun Zhe would not accept her offering.
With a flick of his right hand, seemingly to show off, an identical Ethereal Ring appeared before Zhuang Ruoxuan. He raised his trembling left hand and gently swiped over the Ethereal Ring, causing a white potion bottle to materialize in his palm. A gentle shake revealed a purple pill that fell into his hand—this was none other than the healing sacred medicine from Aohumen—the Dragon-Tiger Pill.
The Dragon-Tiger Pill was the reward given to Sun Zhe after the Three Sect Competition. It could regenerate flesh and bones and save someone on the brink of death, making it a true healing treasure.
Without any hesitation, Sun Zhe swallowed the Dragon-Tiger Pill. Instantly, a surge of purple medicinal power coursed through his meridians, spreading throughout his body. The wounds began to heal rapidly under the influence of this purple energy, and within moments, a hint of color returned to Sun Zhe's face.
Zhuang Ruoxuan could not miss such an obvious rejection. Slowly, she placed the potion bottle back into the Ethereal Ring and turned to leave.
"I owe you two favors: first for fighting on my behalf during the Three Sect Competition, and second for killing Zhou Hanbin and his companions for me. I will repay these two debts one by one..." Zhuang Ruoxuan's figure gradually disappeared into the mist, but her proud words continued to echo in Sun Zhe's ears; she had her own principles and persistence.
Not paying much attention to Zhuang Ruoxuan's words as she departed, Sun Zhe sat cross-legged to recover fully. The day when the Northern Mang Secret Realm would close was approaching, and he needed to regain his best condition before that happened.
Days later, with the help of the Dragon-Tiger Pill and a large number of other elixirs, Sun Zhe finally fully recovered. The cultivation level of the Seven Star Thunder Master reached its peak once again. Although he did not break through, he refined the rapidly increasing Thunder Power from earlier, laying a solid foundation for future advancements.
With a display of movement techniques, nine illusory figures coalesced as Sun Zhe dashed several meters away in an instant, disappearing from sight in the blink of an eye. Today marked the closing day of the Northern Mang Secret Realm.
At the same time, disciples scattered throughout the secret realm began their journey home. There were Zhao Ang and Shen Yan who had stayed in the Secret Realm Second Layer; Yan Ji who had been wandering in other areas of the Third Floor; Kuangba from Crimson Thunder Hall who had been hunting beasts on the first layer; as well as Zhuang Ruoxuan and Sun Zhe who had just exited from the Third Floor. Additionally, there was Han Xinrao being carried by a Brown-Horned Pegasus, unaware of what awaited him... They entered as sixty individuals but emerged with only a handful remaining.
Not long after everyone left, a black figure slowly rose from the ground in the collapsed hall of the Third Floor of the secret realm. An unimaginable eerie aura instantly spread throughout the entire Third Floor, far stronger than the four massive Demonic Shadows from before. However, this strange aura came quickly and vanished just as fast, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye, as if it had never existed.
With a wave of its right hand, a black robe on the ground flew up, enveloping its entire body, leaving only two black eyes exposed. The figure flickered and moved several times faster than Sun Zhe, swiftly following everyone out of the Northern Mang Secret Realm.
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