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Several hours later, in the jungle where Sun Zhe and his dozen companions had been fighting, four figures suddenly emerged—three men and one woman—who were none other than Han Xinrao and her three companions, who had stirred up that chaotic battle in the first layer of the secret realm.
At this moment, Han Xinrao no longer exhibited the disheveled state of being pursued by Sun Zhe. She wore a brand new purple long dress and fierce boots, sitting elegantly atop a majestic Brown-Horned Pegasus. Her body leaned slightly forward, exuding an alluring charm that drew attention not only for her beauty but also for her remarkable cultivation level. Originally a Two-Star Thunder Master, she had astonishingly advanced several stars in a short time, directly reaching the level of a Five-Star Thunder Master, an incredible speed of improvement.
Not only she, but Song Gang and the other two had also undergone dramatic changes in strength. Song Gang, who had just stepped into the Four-Star realm, was now nearly at the edge of Six Stars. The other two from Yang Lei Sect had also advanced to the Four-Star Thunder Master level, almost jumping several ranks—a significant leap indeed.
The main reason for their achievements lay in that chaotic battle. They had been among the first to strike, reaping great rewards from the fray. With countless elixirs they had seized, their cultivation soared rapidly. Although their progress might stagnate for a while afterward, the current strength of this quartet was incredibly formidable.
With two Five-Star Thunder Masters and two Four-Star Thunder Masters, they faced no opponents along their way. Even the strange mist was easily passed through under their combined efforts.
"Among the four people on the ground, two are disciples of Xuan Lei Sect and two are from Aohumen; they have been dead for about three or four hours..." One member of Yang Lei Sect flashed forward and quickly assessed the situation of the four deceased individuals before looking up at Song Gang and the others.
"Hmph, after searching for them so long without a trace, I didn't expect them to have rushed ahead to fight in the second layer. But that's fine; after this battle, their strength will surely be weakened further. We can take advantage of that..." A glint of killing intent flashed in Song Gang's eyes as he spoke coldly.
Aohumen already had some grievances with Yang Lei Sect due to Sun Zhe's actions, and he was also quite displeased with Xuan Lei Sect's people. Naturally, he was glad to see both sides fighting each other.
"However..." One disciple frowned slightly as if realizing something.
"Han Shixiong, is there something wrong?" A seductive voice flowed from Crimson Lips as she spoke softly. Upon hearing it, everyone involuntarily felt an indescribable restlessness.
Looking up at Han Xinrao, Han Shixiong hesitantly began to explain,
"It’s just that these four from Aohumen and Xuan Lei Sect all died under Sword Technique. The two from Xuan Lei Sect seemed to have succumbed to their injuries and couldn’t withstand the Sword Qi entering their bodies. However, those two from Aohumen were truly cleaved in half by a single strike." As he spoke, he pointed with his right hand at a corpse that had been split in two; even those with ruthless hearts couldn't help but frown at the bloody scene.
"What you mean is... these four all died at the hands of the same person, who is exceptionally skilled in Long Sword techniques..." As her gaze flickered, an exceptionally cold figure involuntarily surfaced in Han Xinrao's mind. In an instant, an indelible hatred filled her heart, and her charming eyes gleamed with a chilling light.
Among the sixty people who entered the secret realm, very few were skilled in Long Sword techniques; even fewer possessed such strength. This series of conditions almost completely narrowed down to one person—the very man whom Han Xinrao wished to torture mercilessly.
Boom Boom Boom Boom...
Just as Song Gang was about to speak again, countless thunderbolts suddenly erupted from a distant mountaintop. A dense aura of thunder swept across the land, enveloping hundreds of miles around with its terrifying presence.
A few people's expressions changed instantly, and a look of horror surged in their eyes. The overwhelming power was such that even if they combined their strength, they could hardly withstand even a fraction of it.
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In another part of the Mountain Valley, a group of five was surrounding a ferocious Tiger-shaped Demon Beast. This Tiger-shaped Demon Beast measured over ten feet in length, its fur a bright crimson color, and it was indeed a peak second-tier demon beast known as the Crimson-Haired Earth Tiger. However, at this moment, the once fearsome Crimson-Haired Earth Tiger had no power to resist against the five individuals before it.
These five were none other than the members of the Beast Taming Sect who had entered the Secret Realm Second Layer: Wu, Zheng Da, Zheng San, along with another man and woman. The cultivation levels of Wu and the Zheng brothers were noteworthy; even the man and woman possessed the realm of Three-Star Thunder Master. The combined strength of the five was not inferior to that of Han Xinrao and his three companions. If the two teams were to meet, it would undoubtedly be a fierce battle.
Facing the peak second-tier Crimson-Haired Earth Tiger, Wu stood coldly to the side, showing no intention of making a move. Zheng Da and Zheng San also casually scanned their surroundings, seemingly searching for something. Only the man and woman took action, yet even so, the Crimson-Haired Earth Tiger was being thoroughly suppressed.
Two long swords were swiftly drawn, as if they shared a connection with Lingxi. Simultaneously, a massive sword shadow materialized in the Void. When the two sword shadows appeared, they did not immediately strike down but instead merged into one in an eerie manner, condensing into an astonishingly powerful sword blade that shimmered with an intimidating sharpness.
With one slash, the light ball expelled by the Crimson-Haired Earth Tiger shattered instantly, blood spraying everywhere as its massive head rolled to the ground.
"The Zheng Brothers working together is indeed extraordinary; this Crimson-Haired Earth Tiger met its end without injustice." The young man and woman lightly stepped away from the battlefield, watching as the sword blade struck down with unflinching smiles, as if they had felt no pressure from the earlier battle.
"Senior Brother, when will we be allowed to take revenge? My second brother has been dead at Sun Zhe's hands for many days now, yet that guy is still living well. How can we face our deceased second brother..." Zheng Da ignored the man's praise and instead spoke to Wu with a grim expression.
"I must personally skin Sun Zhe alive to honor my second brother's spirit..." Zheng San followed closely behind, speaking coldly as his eyes revealed an unabashed killing intent.
Wu glanced at both of them; in front of outsiders, the arrogant Zheng Da and Zheng San lowered their heads in fear.
"In one month, after we enter the Third Floor and retrieve that item, I will personally avenge Zheng Er."
Upon hearing this, both Zheng Da and Zheng Er were filled with surprise. Since Wu would avenge Zheng Er, it meant that Sun Zhe would not be the only one to die; it was likely that none of Xuan Lei Sect's members entering the secret realm would escape... As for whether they could achieve this, they did not even consider it a question because it simply wasn't an issue.
After finishing his words, Wu turned and walked away into the distance.
"We're heading to the next location..."
Secret Realm Second Layer
In another place, a man and a woman lay on the ground, covered in wounds, while three men glared at them. In the middle stood a man with a sword, dressed in a flowing gray robe, his long black hair cascading freely, and his indifferent gaze extinguished.
“Yan Ji, are you really going to protect them?” Kuangba asked coldly, covering his bleeding right arm with one hand. His face was extremely grim; he never expected things would turn out this way.
“I'll give you one more breath. If you say another word, you won't be leaving…” The indifferent voice came from Yan Ji, showing no regard for Kuangba and the others.
“You…” Kuangba's anger flared, his large eyes wide with fury. But upon seeing the horrifying sword wound on his right arm, he finally suppressed his rage. Although he had a volatile temperament, he understood when to retreat. If he continued to provoke this cold-blooded man, it was likely that Yan Ji would strike without mercy.
With some reluctance, Kuangba glanced at Zhao Ang and Shen Yan, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes. He waved his right hand and led the two members of Crimson Thunder Hall away in another direction.
Not long after the three left, Yan Ji didn't even look at Zhao Ang and Shen Yan, but stepped away toward the distance.
“Yan… Senior Brother…” Zhao Ang raised his right hand and called out somewhat awkwardly.
“Remember what you said. After you leave, hand over the Weeping Blood Sword that your Zhao Family treasures to me…” Yan Ji gradually disappeared from their sight, but his final words clearly reached Zhao Ang's ears. The gratitude that had been on Zhao Ang's face instantly stiffened, and he couldn't help but curse in the direction where Yan Ji had left,
“Yan Ji, you heartless fellow! Charging your fellow disciples a fee… I've never seen someone like you before…”
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