117: Chapter 117 The Murderer...has appeared!
"They're out! Someone is coming out!"
Following a series of startled cries, several figures tumbled out from the thunderous light in a somewhat disheveled state.
The first to emerge was a group of Transcendent Realm students.
Among them, Zhao Tieshan and Ye Miaomiao were clearly visible.
The moment they landed, before they could even celebrate surviving, they were frightened witless by the scene before them.
Gods and demons filled the sky!
The terrifying pressure was like a physical mountain, weighing them down until they could barely breathe!
Dozens of Monarchs! Five or six Quasi-Saints!
Each one was brimming with murderous intent, their gazes sharper than knives!
"Good heavens... is this the end of the world?"
Zhao Tieshan's legs went weak with fear, nearly causing him to collapse to his knees.
Ye Miaomiao's small face was even paler; like a startled little rabbit, she shrank behind the crowd, trembling uncontrollably.
However, those high-and-mighty Monarchs and Quasi-Saints merely spared them a cold, indifferent glance.
Their eyes were filled with nothing but disappointment and disdain.
Clearly, these small fry were not the targets they were searching for.
"It's not them."
"Get lost!"
A hot-tempered Yan Clan Monarch waved his hand impatiently, and a blast of fierce wind blew the unlucky group away.
Immediately after.
Another group of people stepped out from the rift.
This time, it was the Flying Heaven Realm students!
When Li Wushuang's incredibly wretched figure appeared in everyone's sight, the entire scene instantly erupted!
"Heavens! Is that... Li Wushuang?!"
"How did he end up like this?!"
This Great Sun Sacred Body, who usually radiated brilliance, looked as if he had just crawled out of a pile of coal.
His clothes were in tatters, he was covered in blood, and his handsome face was so swollen he looked like a pig's head; even his own mother probably wouldn't recognize him!
What was even more shocking was that his aura was weakened to the extreme, to the point where he could barely even stand!
Where was the slightest trace of a top-tier human prodigy?
He looked exactly like a common beggar!
"Wushuang!"
Dean Li Mang was shocked at the sight; he blurred into motion, pulling Li Wushuang behind him for protection.
Although Li Wushuang was only a disciple from a branch family of the Li Clan, he was still a genius who had awakened the Great Sun Sacred Body; he could not be allowed to suffer an accident here!
"What on earth happened? Who beat you into this state?"
Li Mang asked urgently.
Li Wushuang opened his mouth, a flash of deep-seated terror crossing his eyes.
He was just about to speak and identify that demon.
Suddenly!
Boom!
At the entrance of the Thunder King Pool, another startling ripple erupted!
Three figures stepped out side-by-side!
The one on the left was as cold as the moon; though dressed as a youth, that arrogant temperament that kept everyone at a distance made people afraid to look directly at them.
The one on the right was dressed in colorful clothes with an exquisite countenance; it was Ling Wanhe of the Spirit Race.
And the person walking in the very center...
Dressed in white, he seemed ordinary at first glance, but his eyes were as deep as an abyss, and a cynical smile played on his lips.
It was—Ning Yuan!
Boom!!!
The moment these three appeared!
The atmosphere of the entire Sacred Martial Mountain was instantly ignited to its peak!
It was like a drop of water falling into a pan of boiling oil!
"It's him!!!"
"It's definitely him!!!"
"The culprit who killed our clan's prodigies... is this bastard!!!"
Almost simultaneously, the eyes of those Monarchs and Quasi-Saints, who had been merely observing, turned blood-red!
They had sensed it from Ning Yuan's body!
That was... the aura of Karma!
That was... the resentment and curse left behind by their own prodigies before they died!
Even though Ning Yuan had tried his best to hide it, in the eyes of these old monsters, he was as conspicuous as a lighthouse in the dark of night!
"Damned brat! Give me back my son's life!"
"I will tear you into ten thousand pieces!"
"No one can save you! No one can save you!"
Rumble!
Dozens of terrifying streaks of killing intent, like a tangible storm, instantly enveloped Ning Yuan!
Space collapsed!
The heavens changed color!
Five or six Quasi-Saints and dozens of Monarchs erupted at once!
This level of power was enough to destroy a planet!
Ning Yuan stood at the center of the storm, his clothes fluttering loudly and his black hair dancing wildly!
But the smile on his face didn't change in the slightest.
In fact...
It even grew a few shades more brilliant!