Chapter 766
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Chapter 766: Waiting From All Sides!
After a brief moment, Xu Chen halted beneath a towering tree. Unknown to others, he had already secured the space bag that had been hanging from a tree branch into his possession. A muffled groan escaped his throat as his face grew pale. A trace of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, while his clear gaze revealed a hint of astonishment. He whispered softly, “Master was right—there are always those more talented, and there are always challenges beyond our expectations.”
The mountain path wound through the terrain, and Su Yi’s face bore a pallid complexion. The battles within the Sanctified Martial Secret Realm had extracted a tremendous toll from him.
“Humph!”
A muffled groan escaped Su Yi’s throat, one he could no longer suppress. He had experienced a minor setback.
Yet Su Yi remained certain that his opponent was equally affected by their encounter.
“Remarkably strong!”
Su Yi couldn’t help but marvel. The Saint Martial Assembly truly concealed numerous hidden talents.
Had he known earlier of Xu Chen’s formidable and unfathomable strength, after their exchange of blows, Su Yi became even more convinced that this was a powerful adversary, far surpassing Ouyang Jinwei from the Sacred Mountain.
Though the former had never fully exerted their strength, Su Yi could determine that this individual definitely possessed power at the Yuan True Realm level. Their actual capabilities would likely prove even more formidable and terrifying.
Red light surged in Su Yi’s eyes. Rather than fear, he felt filled with fighting spirit. Perhaps he himself had not yet revealed his full potential.
The sky had begun to darken, as nightfall gradually enveloped the landscape.
Su Yi lifted his gaze toward the sky. A full day had passed, yet he remained uncertain of the Sanctified Martial Secret Realm’s exit location. He contemplated how to break through this secret realm, realizing he needed to utilize his time efficiently.
The setting sun painted the mountains in crimson hues.
Beyond the Central Region, amid thousands of towering peaks, a constant bustle created an atmosphere of noise that reached skyward.
“Among millions, only thirty-two individuals managed to reach the Sanctified Martial Platform of the Void. Such fierce competition!”
“This is not excessive—only true prodigies can advance to the final duel!”
“This time, numerous unexpected participants emerged. How many will reach the final confrontation?”
“Surely the Overlord Sect’s Yi Su stands among the reliable contenders?”
“There remains Xu Chen, whose powers seem immeasurable!”
“Nothing is certain—many unexpected events occur within the Sanctified Martial Secret Realm!”
Everyone waited, anticipating tomorrow’s final showdown.
Throughout the area, thousands of peaks rose skyward, some already designated as resting places.
Five sects, three gates, Yutian Palace, Sacred Mountain—ten towering peaks stood occupied by formidable warriors.
“While other powers have witnessed the emergence of many geniuses, our Divine Sword School possesses talented young disciples like Jian Wuque and Mu Yao. They shall surely shine brilliantly. Regrettably… Yun Lingfeng cannot participate. Otherwise, our Divine Sword School would have achieved even greater distinction.”
Atop the Divine Sword School’s peak, pavilions and chairs accommodated numerous individuals. Elder Bai Mingshan sat among them, his gaze carrying anticipation tinged with sadness and displeasure.
Bai Mingshan knew well that had his disciples participated in the Saint Martial Assembly, they would have distinguished themselves in this battle of young talents.
He understood that after his disciples obtained the Sacred Tool and heritage left by their ancestor, their cultivation had advanced remarkably, showing astonishing daily progress.
“If that youth Su Yi still lived, our Divine Sword School would dominate the Five Sects and Three Schools, perhaps even rivaling the Sacred Mountain!”
Elder Duan Yuerong cast a casual glance at Elder Bai Mingshan, her inner displeasure evident.
Everyone knew of Yun Lingfeng’s deliberate attempt to eliminate Su Yi. Had Su Yi survived, none could predict the ultimate bearer of the ancestor’s heritage.
In this year’s Saint Martial Assembly, that formidable Su Yi’s presence would likely have dominated the competition just as he had in the Grand Swordsmanship Competition, overwhelming all opponents.
“Humph!”
The mention of Su Yi displeased Elder Bai Mingshan, but Elder Su Kuangge’s presence in the center restrained any action toward Elder Duan Yuerong.
“Roar!”
Atop the mountain peak, several enormous Black-scaled Demon Dragons lurked, their fierce eyes half-lidded, exuding an inexplicable ferocity.
This marked the Tianxuan Sect’s presence, with numerous powerful individuals seated, their auras mysteriously solidifying the surrounding void.
“The young disciples from other forces prove impressive this time.”
An elderly figure spoke, noting, “Many young disciples from the Five Sects and Three Schools show remarkable potential.”
“Indeed, quite impressive.”
Jian Wannian smiled faintly before adding, “However, tomorrow, our Tianxuan Sect shall surely shake the world!”
“Haha, Gong Qianxing has remained hidden so long, all for tomorrow’s revelation!”
The Tianxuan Sect’s powerful experts exchanged knowing smiles, fully aware of their sect’s extensive preparation for this Saint Martial Assembly. Everything hinged on Gong Qianxing. Tomorrow’s final showdown would surely see Tianxuan Sect surpass the Five Sects and Three Schools!
“Roar!”
The Golden-eyed Flying Tiger stood proudly, occasionally releasing deep, rumbling roars that echoed through mountains and fields.
Within the Beast Emperor Sect’s halls atop the mountain peak, powerful figures sat upright while numerous others stood around, gazing toward the Sanctified Martial Secret Realm.
“The time approaches—tomorrow brings the true confrontation!”
A leading elder of Beast Emperor Sect’s eyes gleamed brightly with anticipation.
Upon the highest peak, towering cloud-like, beneath rosy light, two enormous snake dragons coiled. Green scales covered their forms, topped by long heads and double horns, radiating fierce might and majestic ferocity. Their red eyes resembled twin suns, ceaselessly scanning their surroundings.
“The time draws near.”
Within Sacred Mountain’s assembly, Wang Quande observed the sky. Given the distances within the Sanctified Martial Secret Realm, people from all directions would soon converge toward the center. More encounters seemed imminent.
“Those who bring misfortune upon themselves cannot survive, though some price must be paid. However, obtaining that wooden box from Fuyao Sect would justify the cost.”
Elder Bing Fu smiled coldly, icy gleams dancing in his eyes. That young Yi Su from Overlord Sect had repeatedly provoked Sacred Mountain—simply courting his own destruction, bringing misfortune upon himself.
“That youth must perish!”
A cold gleam flickered in Kuang Guilan’s eyes. While that boy lived, her deep-seated grudge would persist.
As night descended, the Sanctified Martial Secret Realm mirrored the outside world.
Stars twinkled in the night sky as moonlight cast its gentle radiance, draping the mountains in celestial light. It wrapped the ancient forest in a faint, chilly silver glow, lending it a mysterious, ethereal quality.
Were it not for occasional echoes of beast roars resonating through the mountains, one might mistake this realm for an otherworldly paradise.
Under night’s cover, Su Yi’s figure wove through the woods, maintaining heightened vigilance.
Throughout his journey, Su Yi consumed healing pills to restore his strength and faced numerous dangers anew. Yet he also achieved certain gains.
To his surprise, this realm contained numerous medicinal herbs, despite the menacing presence of demon beasts. In the end, Su Yi triumphed over the dangers to harvest them successfully.
