Chapter 935
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**Boom!!!**
In an instant, the seven individuals reacted with incredible swiftness, launching their attacks towards the stone fists that were condensed from rock. The terrifying power of the Myriad Laws collided with the stone fists, and even those standing more than ten li away could feel the deafening impact. These seven cultivators at the Myriad Laws level were simply beyond comparison with the others.
Ye Wushuang was also closely observing the actions of the seven. The rock face was sealed with a unique formation, making it far from easy to reach the summit and obtain the dozen or so S椤 spiritual fruits. The stone fists continued to pummel the seven, who were paired up, making their resistance relatively manageable. Wu Xiuran, despite being alone, wielded the power of the seventh level of the Myriad Laws with an extremely domineering force, ensuring his safety.
The stone fists kept erupting from within the mountain, and the seven continued to counter and gradually ascend. Gradually, they reached a height of five hundred zhang. The stone fists’ attacks suddenly ceased. However, at this moment, none of the seven—Wu Xiuran, Wang Ming, Wang Qing, and the others—relaxed their guard. They each took out a spiritual pill, swallowed it, and restored their vital energy. They had only reached halfway!
No one knew what dangers lay in the remaining half of the journey.
“From here on, we must be cautious,” Wang Qing said. “The dangers ahead are likely to be even greater. If we die, those who are waiting to pick up the leftovers will end up feasting instead.”
One of the two women spoke up, “You might die, but we certainly won’t!”
Wang Qing laughed heartily and said nothing more. The seven figures once again leaped into the air, heading upward.
They ascended another hundred zhang—no danger. Continuing, another hundred zhang—still no danger. Soon, the seven figures reached a height of nine hundred zhang, almost at the summit, with the S椤 spiritual fruits seemingly within reach.
**Buzz…**
Suddenly, at the nine hundred zhang mark, the rock face emitted a heart-shaking light. In the blink of an eye, the seven figures vanished.
Below the rock face, more than a hundred cultivators at the Heavenly Gang and Myriad Laws levels were all stunned. Where did they go? How could they just disappear? After waiting for a while, the seven figures still did not reappear.
“Did they die?” someone wondered.
“The top of this half-jade wall seems to be some kind of formation…” another speculated.
“Did the seven of them get sucked in?” a third person asked.
“Probably,” someone else agreed.
The onlookers still dared not approach. However, some of the more daring ones were preparing to give it a try. Although Wu Xiuran, Wang Ming, and Wang Qing were the strongest among the crowd, there were also several cultivators at the third, fourth, and fifth levels of the Myriad Laws. With the seven strongest now missing, these other cultivators at the fifth, fourth, and third levels of the Myriad Laws were eager to give it a shot.
Before long, someone leaped into the air, attempting to climb the rock face. With one person taking the lead, more and more individuals began to follow suit. Ye Wushuang also started to climb the mountain. He had already discerned some patterns.
Soon, figures began to soar into the air. At the hundred-zhang mark, and then at the three hundred-zhang mark, the dangers that emerged were anticipated, and everyone prepared in advance to dodge. Even so, some cultivators at the late stage of the Heavenly Gang level, despite their preparations, could not withstand the domineering force of the stone fists and had their meridians shattered. Even worse, some were directly crushed to death.
In total, more than twenty people reached the jade wall. However, more than half of the late-stage Heavenly Gang cultivators perished. In the end, only eight cultivators at the first to fifth levels of the Myriad Laws managed to withstand the stone fists’ attacks. In addition to these eight, there was one more person—Ye Wushuang.
Ye Wushuang, at the peak of the Heavenly Gang level, had been cultivating the Ninefold Thunder Technique within the Spiritual Sword Mountain these past few days. His physical body was no weaker than that of a cultivator at the Myriad Laws level. He had no trouble withstanding the stone fists’ attacks, which others at the Heavenly Gang level could not.
The eight Myriad Laws cultivators, seeing that Ye Wushuang had survived, were taken aback. However, no one paid attention to him. The eight cultivators leaped into the air, approaching the nine hundred-zhang mark. It was at this height that Wu Xiuran, the Wang brothers, the couple Shi Anbang and Liu Liran, and the two women had disappeared earlier.
At this moment, one of the eight cultivators spoke up: “The hundred-zhang distance from nine hundred zhang to the summit is likely protected by a spiritual formation that drew Wu Xiuran and the others into it. They must pass the formation’s trial to reach the summit!”
“Very likely,” another agreed with a nod.
Someone else added, “We eight are weaker than any one of them. If it truly is a trial formation, we must cooperate once we enter. Otherwise, we will surely be defeated one by one by those seven. We won’t get anything, and we might even lose our lives.”
“Good point!”
“Agreed!”
The eight Myriad Laws cultivators nodded in unison. Naturally, they excluded Ye Wushuang, the only cultivator at the Heavenly Gang level present. Ye Wushuang, however, showed no expression. He simply stood at the nine hundred-zhang mark, looking up.
At that moment, the eight cultivators leaped into the air. As their bodies crossed the nine hundred-zhang mark, the smooth rock face suddenly emitted beams of light that enveloped them. Just as expected, they disappeared just like Wu Xiuran and the others before them.
The remaining dozens of people below looked up in astonishment. These were all cultivators at the Heavenly Gang level. They knew they could not withstand the dense stone fists’ attacks at the three hundred-zhang mark, yet they were reluctant to leave. They lingered around, watching.
At this moment, Ye Wushuang was the only one left at the nine hundred-zhang mark. Many people below, seeing him standing there alone, wore smug expressions. After all, while the other Heavenly Gang cultivators had perished under the stone fists, this young man had made it through, causing a sense of imbalance among those below.
But at this moment, Ye Wushuang did not rush to ascend to the nine hundred-zhang mark. His feet clung to the smooth rock face, forming a ninety-degree angle with the surface. His hands slowly began to gather spiritual runes. Seeing this, the onlookers below were all taken aback. What was this young man planning to do?
