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In that moment of collapse at the Hundred-Foot Demon Shadow, the purple glow of the Void suddenly vanished, and the black Demonic Energy that enveloped the entire Third Floor of the secret realm began to dissipate slowly, replaced by the ancient and unchanging White Mist.
"Tap Tap Tap Tap... Tap Tap Tap Tap..."
Amidst the white mist, a series of muffled footsteps echoed. In the plaza that had just experienced a great battle, this sound felt oddly out of place. The silent plaza resonated only with these footsteps, and everyone's gaze was fixed on the indistinct figure ahead, eager to know who had unleashed that final Thunder Blade.
Under the watchful eyes of more than a dozen people, a White Figure slowly emerged from the mist, coming into view.
Dressed in a White Robe, with long black hair cascading down to his waist, he held tightly in his right hand a Seven-Foot Long Blade—simple and unadorned. He exhibited none of the youthful impetuosity; instead, he displayed an unexpected calmness that belied his age. His Sword Brows were slightly raised, revealing an air of cold arrogance. His Jet Black Eyes gazed faintly at the crowd, with an eerie Purple Radiance flickering intermittently, exuding an indescribable aura of mystery.
"Sun Zhe!!!" Zhou Hanbin and the others' pupils suddenly dilated as they pointed at Sun Zhe with disbelief etched across their faces. They were terrified; they had witnessed Sun Zhe jump into the Thunder Pool—how could anyone possibly survive such a place?
The moment they saw Sun Zhe appear, Zheng Da and Zheng San from the Beast Taming Sect immediately flashed with intense hatred and prepared to rush forward. However, Wu unexpectedly stepped in first to block them. Coldly staring at the approaching Sun Zhe, a hint of seriousness emerged in Wu's eyes.
Among the younger generation, aside from Yan Ji, Sun Zhe was the second person Wu regarded with such importance.
Meanwhile, members of Yin Yang Two Sects also revealed unfriendly intentions upon seeing Sun Zhe's appearance. Han Xinrao could no longer maintain her previous composure; her enchanting eyes were filled with an indelible hatred as her delicate hand gripped tightly onto her Black Soft Whip, with strands of Thunder Spirit Power uncontrollably leaking out.
Among those present, perhaps only Zhuang Ruoxuan from Xuan Lei Sect showed no obvious emotional change. She continued to stand quietly to one side, her icy aura unchanged, though her eyes occasionally darted toward Zhou Hanbin and his companions, revealing a hint of concealed resentment.
"How is this possible... No... This can't be... The Thunder Abyss is always a place of death; you can't possibly still be alive. You're not human..." Aoye suddenly screamed in madness as he turned to flee.
"Hmph, you dare to show off such tricks before me..."
With a cold snort, a trace of disdain flashed in Sun Zhe's eyes. The Purple Radiance beneath his feet suddenly flared up. In an instant, everyone felt nine faint figures materialize before them, while Sun Zhe himself had already appeared in front of Aoye, his speed surpassing everyone's reaction time.
At the moment Aoye saw Sun Zhe standing in front of him, the madness in his eyes instantly vanished, replaced by a chilling killing intent. His fingers curled slightly, his right hand formed into a claw, and a blinding light suddenly enveloped his right hand. In a flash, he lunged towards Sun Zhe's chest, aiming directly for the heart. A seven-foot-long sword also appeared in his left hand, and the sharp Sword Aura drew a strange arc in the air as it stabbed towards Sun Zhe's waist.
Facing Aoye's long-planned killing move, Sun Zhe showed no signs of panic. His eyes remained calm and unperturbed, but upon closer inspection, there was a strong hint of disdain within that calmness. If this had been before, he might have been somewhat flustered, but for him now, such movements were far too slow!
An astonishing purple light burst forth from his right hand. Under the cover of this Purple Radiance, Sun Zhe's right hand actually moved faster than Aoye's attack. Before Aoye could complete his strike, Sun Zhe pressed his hand directly against Aoye's forehead. Without uttering a single word, the mighty Thunder Power surged through his right hand into Aoye's body. The violent Thunder Power immediately rushed into Aoye's veins and organs, creating chaos within him; soon, the beating of his heart came to a halt.
With his right hand stiffly extended forward, the Fine Iron sword in his left hand fell to the ground with a clang. His eyes stared blankly at Sun Zhe, disbelief filling his gaze. Under everyone's watchful eyes, his entire body fell straight down.
Aohumen’s young master Aoye was dead!
In the blink of an eye, one person was slain, and Sun Zhe’s actions shocked everyone present. As they watched him slowly raise his gaze, all tightened their grips on their weapons, their faces showing signs of seriousness. The two who had previously pursued Sun Zhe, Zhou Hanbin, could hardly hide their fear; they subtly stepped back a few paces to distance themselves from him.
Such cultivation had far surpassed what everyone could accept. At this moment, even the remarkably powerful Yan Ji and Wu couldn’t help but let their eyes flicker slightly.
“I want that thing in your arms!”
Sun Zhe’s gaze locked onto Yan Ji, and he pointed with his right hand. A calm voice slowly emerged from his lips; though soft, it carried an undeniable tone that left no room for refusal.
Yan Ji’s expression turned cold; his indifferent eyes suddenly narrowed as pride surged within him. Since achieving mastery in cultivation, no one had ever dared to speak to him like that—Sun Zhe was the first!
“You are seeking your own death!” As soon as he finished speaking, an astonishing surge of Spiritual Power erupted from above Yan Ji, forming a massive gray beast above him. Its dark eyes glimmered with a ghostly hue as its fierce mouth let out a long howl, sending waves of Death Qi soaring into the sky.
“Divine Consciousness Manifestation... Indeed, Yan Ji is truly an exceptionally rare talent among the disciples of Xuan Lei Sect...,” remarked Song Gang, who was watching from the sidelines as he observed the formation of the Gray Behemoth.
Divine Consciousness Manifestation not only requires a massive amount of Spiritual Power, but also a profound ability to manipulate Divine Consciousness. Generally, only those at the Thunder Sovereign Level can initially grasp such a Divine Ability. Yet, Yan Ji, who is merely at the Thunder Master Level, has comprehended such a powerful attack method. Although it is only a preliminary understanding, it is still astonishing.
However, it was not just Song Gang who recognized this Divine Ability. At least Sun Zhe also noticed the strength of Yan Ji's move. His gaze suddenly sharpened. Facing the roaring Gray Behemoth, Sun Zhe did not hesitate to swing his right hand downward. A brilliant Purple Radiance burst forth from his fingertip, swelling in the wind and transforming in an instant into a several-meter-long Purple Light Blade. The violent Thunder Power surrounded it and collided directly with the Gray Behemoth formed by Yan Ji's Spiritual Power.
Boom Boom Boom Boom...
The deafening sound of the explosion rang out. Sun Zhe involuntarily took a step back, while Yan Ji was forced to retreat seven or eight steps. A sweet taste filled his throat as he opened his mouth to spit out a Blood Arrow. His face turned slightly pale, but his eyes were filled with intense shock. This purple energy seemed... not to be Thunder Spirit Power!
After a moment, Yan Ji slowly raised his head and deeply looked at Sun Zhe. He then glanced at the already collapsed hall, and a strange light flashed in his eyes. He reached into his robe and pulled out a Black Object, throwing it directly at Sun Zhe, before turning and walking away into the distance.
"I hope you can protect this item. I will come back for it after some time."
Seeing Yan Ji throw out that object, everyone's gaze instantly lit up with excitement. This object was exactly what they had been searching for. In an instant, all of them displayed obvious greed and began to stir restlessly. However, Sun Zhe's speed once again shocked everyone; with a flash of Purple Radiance, he vanished without leaving even an afterimage, and that Black Object had already appeared in his hand.
It was about the size of two fists, square-shaped, and was an unremarkable black Ancient Cauldron!
"Is this really the item that the Six Major Sects have been fighting over?" he murmured softly, a hint of contemplation appearing in his eyes.
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