Chapter 581
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Chapter 581: The Mysterious Youth, Tragic Demise?
Situ Muyang wanted to rush forward but could only watch helplessly as Su Yi disappeared into the collapsing mountain, buried beneath the massive rocks and swirling dust. His anguished cries echoed as he desperately called out for him, his eyes filled with tears.
“Boom!”
From within the collapsing mountain, a majestic aura surged skyward, forcefully pushing Mu Yao, Gong Qi, and the others away as they tried to approach.
“We have no choice but to retreat for now!”
Jian Shiyi appeared beside Situ Muyang, his dark eyes fixed on the spot where Su Yi had been swallowed by the mountain. His expression was heavy with sorrow and regret. Gripping Situ Muyang’s arm, he pulled him back.
The terrifying aura swept across the land, engulfing everything in its path. It was so powerful that they had no means of resisting it.
One by one, the figures swiftly retreated, their vitality manifesting into physical forms beneath their feet. They gazed at the collapsing mountain, each with a mixture of awe, grief, and helplessness etched on their faces.
“Su Yi is buried!”
Qin Fang, Yue Shanhe, and the other disciples struggled to process the scene before them. Su Yi, who had seemed unstoppable since his arrival at the Divine Sword School, had displayed unmatched ferocity. His feats in the Grand Swordsmanship Competition remained fresh in their minds. But now, that mighty figure lay buried beneath the ruins.
A young prodigy, gone before his time.
Gong Qi and Mu Yao, standing nearby, had complex emotions in their eyes. Shadows seemed to cloud their gazes, as sorrow and disbelief weighed heavily upon them.
High in the sky, Yun Lingfeng stood atop the fierce shadow of a giant wolf, the Crimson Dragon divine weapon glowing with dazzling radiance in his hand.
Yun Lingfeng looked down at the collapsing mountain that had consumed the figure in the blue robe. A cold smirk curled across his lips.
Even if you climb the Heavenly Stairs, even if you possess the legendary Heavenly Grade talent—what does it matter? All the talk of shaking history, conquering the world, and rising above all beings is meaningless if you cannot live to see that day.
Yun Lingfeng basked in his triumph. He believed himself the one destined to soar above all others, and with the immense benefits he had obtained, none could challenge him now.
“Yun Lingfeng, you killed Boss Su Yi! This is not over!”
Situ Muyang roared in fury. His eyes were bloodshot, his fists clenched tightly, veins bulging across his face. With a ferocious expression, he glared at Yun Lingfeng. The twin wings of his Wind Battle Armor flapped violently as he charged toward his adversary.
“Boom!”
Situ Muyang’s disheveled figure shot into the sky, a surge of black light emanating from his body. Fierce and powerful, he threw a punch, unleashing an overwhelming energy that caused even the surrounding void to tremble.
“Su Yi stole my sacred weapon, and I accidentally killed him. You cannot blame me!”
Yun Lingfeng said coldly. With an air of detachment, he threw a punch with his left arm, meeting Situ Muyang’s attack head-on.
The clash of their punches erupted into a violent shockwave. Situ Muyang was pushed back by the force, unable to overcome Yun Lingfeng.
Despite his arrogance, Yun Lingfeng dared not use excessive force. Situ Muyang was the son of the sect leader, a figure he could not afford to offend lightly.
“Rumble, rumble…”
The majestic mountain crumbled further, the entire Divine Sword Valley echoing with endless rumblings. Beams of radiant light burst forth, piercing the sky, as if the heavens and earth were tearing apart.
“Let’s hurry away, or we’ll all be buried!”
A feeble, hoarse voice broke through the chaos. The mysterious and powerful corpse appeared once more, but this time it was pierced by several eerie, sinister swords. The scene was chilling and eerie beyond words.
“Hurry… hurry…” the withered figure urged, its voice filled with urgency.
“Let’s leave this place now!”
Liu Yunchuan shouted, his voice sharp with alarm. The entire Divine Sword Valley seemed on the verge of collapse, threatening to bury everything within it. They had no choice but to retreat.
“Let’s go! We need to get out of here before it’s too late,” Jian Shiyi said urgently, once again pulling Situ Muyang back.
“Run!”
Figures began fleeing one by one, dashing toward the exit in a desperate bid for survival.
Within the Divine Sword Valley, something earth-shattering had occurred. Staying any longer would mean certain death.
“I can’t hold it back… I can’t hold it back anymore…”
The voice echoed faintly, swallowed by the chaos and destruction.
Gazing at Liu Yunchuan, Mu Yao, and the others as they departed one by one, the dry and hoarse voice continued to echo, repeating the same words.
“Boom!”
Outside Divine Sword Valley, the air surged violently as lightning flashed and thunder roared, creating a scene that resembled the end of days. Figures floated in mid-air, their eyes glinting with apprehension.
“Could something have happened inside? What exactly is going on in there?”
The elders’ expressions grew increasingly grave as the commotion within Divine Sword Valley intensified. A terrifying aura emanated from deep within, spreading unease through the crowd.
“I hope nothing disastrous has occurred,” muttered an old man with a worried look. The disciples who had entered Divine Sword Valley this time were among the most talented young representatives of the Divine Sword School—prodigies like Su Yi, Mu Yao, and Yun Lingfeng, who were regarded as nearly superhuman. Any tragedy involving them would not only be a tremendous loss for the school but also a heartbreaking blow.
“Let’s hope they return with immense benefits and that nothing unexpected has happened!”
As the disturbance within the valley grew more astonishing, the senior experts of the Divine Sword School were filled with mounting anxiety.
Situ Liuyun’s gaze remained fixed on the valley’s exit. The escalating commotion had caused him deep concern long ago.
“It looks like someone is coming out!”
Suddenly, an elder exclaimed in astonishment. A figure had appeared at the valley’s exit, stepping into view.
All eyes immediately turned toward the exit, and invisible auras locked onto the figure as tension filled the air.
“Swoosh…”
More figures began emerging from within the valley’s depths, darting out at astonishing speeds.
“Boom!”
At that very moment, the space surrounding Divine Sword Valley distorted as an invisible aura erupted outward. A brilliant light formed an energy storm, engulfing the area. Above, lightning flashed, and thunder rumbled with deafening force.
The aura distorting the void grew more intense, and the sound of lightning and thunder became deafening, shaking the heavens and the earth.
From the heart of the valley, a chilling, oppressive energy began to spread outward. The elder experts nearby exchanged alarmed glances, their expressions betraying unease.
“Plop, plop…”
As the terrifying aura surged from the valley’s exit, it sent figures flying through the air one after another.
Like scattered stones, these figures were thrown high into the sky, only to crash down moments later. They coughed up blood as they fell, leaving streaks of crimson in their wake.
“Swoosh…”
A senior elder reacted instantly, darting forward to catch the descending figures. His face darkened with alarm as he enveloped the injured disciples in mid-air with a wave of his hand.
“It’s them!”
The falling figures were none other than Liu Yunchuan, Mu Yao, Gong Qi, Ou Luo, and other disciples.
Seeing them injured and battered, the elders of the Divine Sword School immediately realized that something monumental must have occurred within Divine Sword Valley.
“Wow, what’s that? Is that… the Fiery Sword of Abyssal Darkness?”
“The ancient sword… the Sword of Darkness!”
“Oh heavens, is that the Fengyang Sword?”
“The Sword of the Thunder Dragon! It must be the Sword of Thunder Dragon!”
As the disciples emerged one by one, clutching the treasures and opportunities they had obtained within the valley, the senior elders couldn’t suppress their astonishment. Their gazes trembled, and their pupils contracted as they took in the sight.
These were legendary treasures of the Divine Sword School, weapons that had once shaken the world. It was clear that the disciples who had entered the valley had all encountered rare opportunities.
“How are you faring?”
In the sky, Elder Bai Mingshan caught Yun Lingfeng with a gentle force. His expression was a mix of nervousness and anticipation as he immediately asked, “What did you gain? How did you do?”
The supreme benefits obtained from the Divine Sword Valley—this was what Bai Mingshan cared about most.
