plumnovel Chapter 75 Kicking Down the Door to Check the Water Gauge: This Broken Formation Dares to Be Called
Chapter 75 Kicking Down the Door to Check the Water Gauge: This Broken Formation Dares to Be Called
The leader was a middle-aged cultivator with two proudly upturned mustaches. His cultivation was stable at the late Foundation Establishment stage, and he was the elder guarding the entrance to this secret realm.
He looked down at Lu Yuan below, his eyes filled with doubt and contempt, utterly bewildered.
The young man before me was dressed casually and plainly, just like an ordinary college student. There was no fluctuation of true essence or spiritual energy around him. He was unremarkable. How could a mortal body penetrate the impregnable protective array of Kunlun Mountain and enter the heart of the secret realm?
"stop!"
The elder with the eight-character mustache gripped his sword hilt, his voice stern as he looked down at the Kunlun Immortal Realm with utter arrogance and disdain. "Who are you, a mere ant from the mortal realm, daring to trespass upon Kunlun Immortal Realm! Quickly confess the truth: was it you who carelessly touched the array that caused the disturbance just now?"
From beginning to end, he never imagined that this seemingly ordinary mortal would be the one who broke through the millennium-old formation. In his mind, mortals were too weak to even sense spiritual power; at most, they had accidentally stumbled into the crater and triggered the long-neglected core of the formation, causing it to tremble.
Lu Yuan paused slightly and slowly raised his eyes.
He gazed at the group of arrogant and conceited cultivators in mid-air, who stood on a few pieces of broken copper and scrap iron and considered themselves superior. He sighed helplessly, feeling nothing but amusement.
It's pathetic that a bunch of ignorant ants, with only a pitiful amount of cultivation, dare to carve out a territory and presumptuously call themselves a holy land.
"Just now, I casually killed one of your good-for-nothings named Zhao Wuji."
Lu Yuan's tone was calm and relaxed, as if he were just casually recounting a trivial matter, without the slightest ripple, only extreme indifference, "After searching his soul, we learned that your Kunlun Secret Realm hides several spiritual veins and has accumulated quite a fortune."
He raised his eyes and stared directly at the crowd, his words clear and unequivocal, carrying an absolute domineering air that brooked no argument: "I'll give you two choices. Either you obediently dig out the underground spiritual vein, pack it up, and hand it over to me. Or I'll slaughter you all and take it myself."
Upon hearing this, the entire white jade stone staircase fell into an instant of deathly silence.
After a pin drop of silence, the elder with the mustache suddenly threw his head back and burst into a wild, ear-piercing laugh, full of mockery and disdain.
"Hahaha! Ridiculous! Utterly absurd!"
He glanced at the disciples around him and sneered, "Mere ants in the mortal world dare to spout such nonsense, claiming to have killed my nephew Wuji and even wanting to seize my Kunlun spiritual vein? I think your brain has been frozen by the fierce winds and snow of the snow-capped mountains, spouting nonsense and indulging in delusions!"
The Kunlun disciples around him joined in the laughter and jeers, looking at Lu Yuan as if he were an overconfident, crazy idiot.
In their eyes, Kunlun was the foremost holy land for cultivating immortality in the mortal world, transcending all worldly concerns, where even those in power in the secular world had to show it respect and give way. For a mere mortal from the mountains to dare to barge in, provoke the holy land, and demand spiritual veins was simply a huge joke.
After the elder with the eight-character mustache finished laughing, the playfulness on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a chilling killing intent.
"You ignorant mortal, no matter how lucky you were to sneak into the secret realm and trespass into the forbidden area of Kunlun, you only have one fate: death!"
He had no interest in even drawing his sword; he simply waved his sleeve lazily, displaying the air of a superior being.
A condensed and sharp cyan wind blade streaked through the air, tearing through the airflow with the power to cut through steel bars and split boulders, aiming straight for Lu Yuan's neck, intending to kill this "arrogant mortal" in one move.
In his view, this strike was more than enough to instantly decapitate the opponent and end his life.
However, the next second, something completely shattered his understanding.
Lu Yuan stood still, his body motionless, not even lifting a fingertip.
The chilling, powerful wind blade suddenly struck an invisible, intangible barrier of immortal energy, just half a foot away from his nose.
Without a deafening roar or any turbulent fluctuations, the domineering wind blade dissipated and dissolved silently, transforming into a wisp of gentle breeze that lightly ruffled the fine strands of hair on Lu Yuan's forehead.
In mid-air, Elder Bazhi's smile instantly froze on his face.
His eyes widened, his half-open mouth suddenly stopped, his Adam's apple bobbed stiffly, his face was full of disbelief, and his mind was completely shaken.
"How...how is this possible?!"
His understanding and decades of cultivation experience were simply unable to explain what was happening before his eyes.
Without any true essence or magical treasures to protect him, he withstood a full-force attack from a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator with his bare physical body, remaining completely unharmed and calm!
This is no ordinary person! This is a terrifyingly powerful being whom he can never even begin to compare himself to!
Lu Yuan didn't bother to give him any more time to be shocked.
He slowly pulled his right hand out of his pocket, palm up, fingers lightly clenched.
There was no earth-shattering momentum, no dazzling brilliance, only indifference, gently descending upon the world.
"Get down."
The moment the words left his mouth, the gravity of the entire world suddenly increased ten thousandfold!
The dozen or so Kunlun disciples in mid-air were instantly suppressed by an immense force, their bones and meridians bearing the full weight. The flying swords beneath their feet could not withstand the pressure, emitting a mournful wail before shattering into pieces!
Bang Bang Bang!
A dozen heavy thuds suddenly rang out.
A dozen or so Kunlun cultivators, who had just been standing proudly and arrogantly in the air, were thrown hard onto the hard white jade steps like dumplings with broken strings.
The smooth stone steps were smashed into more than a dozen deep pits of varying depths, and the ear-piercing sound of bones breaking rose and fell, extremely mournful.
The elder with the mustache at the head of the group suffered the worst fall, with his kneecaps completely shattered and shattered. The pale bone fragments pierced his robes, and blood gushed out, staining a large area of the white jade steps red, a shocking sight.
"ah--!!"
The excruciating pain caused him to let out a heart-wrenching scream, the sound echoing through the valley, filled with despair.
Lu Yuan slowly walked up to him, looking down at him with indifferent and cold eyes, devoid of any warmth.
You haven't answered my question yet.
As the cold voice fell, Elder Bazhimu trembled violently, his robes soaked with cold sweat, and his features were completely distorted by extreme pain and fear.
At this moment, he finally realized what a terrifying existence he had provoked!
This terrifying sense of oppression, which disregards the laws of heaven and earth and suppresses all things with a single thought, far surpasses that of a Nascent Soul ancestor who has gone into seclusion in a sect! The person before me is an unparalleled god or demon who looks down upon the mortal world and crushes everything!
"S-Senior, spare my life!!"
He broke down and begged for mercy, his voice trembling and hoarse, "The spiritual vein... the spiritual vein is hidden in the Dragon Transformation Pool beneath the main peak! Only the Ancestor, who holds the key to the secret realm, can open it! Every word I've said is true, I would never dare to utter a single falsehood!"
clang--!!
A long, deep, and powerful bell suddenly exploded from the summit of the main peak in the deepest part of the secret realm!
The Heavenly Bell tolls, its divine power vast and boundless! The bell's sound carries an extremely powerful impact of divine consciousness, sweeping across the entire secret realm. If an ordinary cultivator were to hear it, their divine consciousness would instantly shatter, leaving them mentally impaired!
Lu Yuan frowned slightly, keenly sensing that the spiritual energy of the entire secret realm was suddenly surging and churning wildly.
Countless terrifying auras, dormant for millennia and possessing immense power and domineering might, suddenly awakened from the ancient temples deep in the mountains throughout the secret realm. Like a hornet's nest that had been thoroughly disturbed, they surged forth with overwhelming killing intent, sweeping towards the entrance at full speed!
All the reclusive elders and powerful guardians of Kunlun Mountain have been awakened!
Lu Yuan lowered his eyes, glancing at the trembling, begging elder with the eight-character mustache at his feet, a hint of indifference flashing in his eyes.
"I don't need you to lead the way."
"The real culprit has come out to die in person."
He slowly lifted his foot and gently lowered it.
*smack*
A soft, delicate sound rang out, like crushing a ripe tomato.
Blood splattered everywhere, red and white mingled.
Lu Yuan's shoes were spotless, without a trace of blood, remaining clean and white.
He put his hands back in his pockets, his posture upright yet languid, his steps calm and composed. He leisurely ascended the long, white jade staircase towards the endless killing intent at the summit.
The mountains trembled, the wind howled, and countless powerful figures from Kunlun swarmed in, their terrifying killing intent enveloping the surrounding area.
But no one knew that the sacred Kunlun land and its millennia-old heritage that they were risking their lives to protect were nothing more than an ant nest that this Mahayana Immortal Venerable could crush in an instant.