75: Since it's a grand gathering of geniuses, we'll book the entire venue.

Before the Tianji Pavilion branch gate.

The originally sacred and solemn square had now completely degenerated into a vegetable market, the clamor reaching the heavens.

Ye Fan's two punches were truly terrifying.

The dignified Saint of the Purple Mansion, a top-tier expert ranked fifth on the heavenly prodigy ranking, was now hanging on the edge of the deep pit like a tattered rag.

"They've gone mad, the people from the Eastern Wasteland have truly gone mad!"

"It wasn't enough to slap their faces, they actually want to book the venue? Do they think Central Province is their own back garden?"

In the distance, several extremely powerful Auras arrived through the air.

These were the various Prodigies who had rushed over upon hearing the news.

Some rode on Dragons breathing purple Qi, others stepped on Flying Swords shimmering with brilliant light, all of them looking heroic and arrogant.

"Who is causing trouble in front of the Tianji Pavilion?"

A Saintess, dressed in white as pure as snow, descended. With a cinnabar mole on her brow, she was as cold and elegant as an immortal.

She was a successor of the Yaochi Holy Land, Saintess Qingyue.

Immediately after, two more gorgeously dressed Saintesses arrived together, and for a moment, the square was like a blooming garden.

These three Saintesses held high reputations in Central Province; not only were their cultivation bases profound, but their suitors could circle the city three times.

"That... Senior Sister, they seem to be here to settle scores."

Shi Tian pointed at the three beauties who had just landed, scratched his head, and turned to look at Leng Yanran.

"Then let them know that settling scores comes with a price."

Leng Yanran let out a cold snort.

There was not a trace of pity in her cold eyes.

Slowly, she took out from behind her that jet-black instrument that exuded an Aura of death... the 【Heavenly Demon Zither】.

The five Disciples stood in a line.

Xiao Chen stood with his sword, Leng Yanran sat on the ground, Shi Tian shouldered his hoe, Ye Fan clenched his fists, and Su Mo sneered in the shadows.

This formation completely blocked the square.

"Arrogant little demoness, how dare you use force in Central Province!"

Saintess Qingyue shouted lightly, and the three Saintesses simultaneously summoned their Magic Treasures.

Rosy clouds filled the sky, and Spiritual Qi surged like a tide.

"So noisy."

Leng Yanran plucked the strings with her delicate fingers, and they vibrated slightly.

"Ding—"

A crisp zither sound rang out.

The moment the sound entered their ears, the three Saintesses, who had been full of momentum, suddenly stiffened.

The world in their eyes changed instantly.

It was no longer the prosperous Tianyong City.

Instead, it had turned into a dried-up Yellow Springs, with countless skeletons crawling out of the mud, tugging at their ankles.

"An illusion?! When was this set up?!"

Saintess Qingyue screamed in terror.

To the outside world, they appeared to be frantically waving their Magic Treasures at the air, their faces pale, sweating profusely.

In the eyes of the onlookers, this was just three beauties dancing wildly in place.

"Too weak, they couldn't even finish listening to my introductory melody."

Leng Yanran didn't even bother to look at them, continuing to close her eyes and play the zither.

Meanwhile.

Su Mo had already turned into a black afterimage and rushed into the crowd of Prodigies.

"Hehe, a bunch of hypocrites, take this banner from your young master!"

The ten thousand souls banner in Su Mo's hand swung violently.

Black Qi blotted out the sky.

Those Prodigies who had intended to surround them instantly felt as if their Souls were about to be ripped away.

"This is a Demonic Technique! Everyone retreat!"

"Retreat? Weren't you all quite tough when you were scolding my Junior Brother just now?"

Su Mo transformed into a chaotic Devil Head.

The long blade in his hand danced like splashing ink, chasing relentlessly behind these pampered Saints.

"Don't run! Who was it that said we had to kneel and apologize just now?"

"Don't run! Let me take a swing and see if your Protective Aura is thick enough!"

For a time, those Saints who were usually high and mighty were chased around in a panic.

Some lost their shoes while running.

Some had their robes torn into rags.

Where was there any trace of the demeanor of successors of a Holy Land?

The Cultivators in the square were completely numb.

Where did these monsters come from?

One with an invincible Physical Body.

One with divine illusion techniques.

And another madman carrying a banner, chasing everyone across the field.

Finally.

Xiao Chen moved.

He slowly walked to the position where the heavenly dao stone tablet had originally been.

He held the immortal slaying sword, which was wrapped tightly in tattered cloth, in his hand.

"Hum—"

Before the sword was even unsheathed, fine cracks had already begun to appear in the surrounding space.

This level of pressure caused the knees of those Prodigies who were still resisting to knock together.

Xiao Chen's expression was indifferent as he backhanded the heavy sword and slammed it down.

"Bang!!!"

With a muffled thud, the entire Tianyong City seemed to jump.

The hard white marble ground centered on the scabbard instantly shattered into a dense web of cracks.

Sword Intent swept across the entire square like a tide.

The originally noisy square instantly became so quiet that a needle drop could be heard.

Xiao Chen lifted his eyelids, his gaze sweeping over those trembling so-called elites of Central Province.

He spoke slowly, his voice not loud, but carrying an unquestionable dominance.

"Today's gathering, our Hidden God Sect has booked the venue."

"Who else is unconvinced?"

"Stand out and say it louder."

The whole place was deathly silent.

Those Saints who had been chased around in such a sorry state now hung their heads, not daring to even let out a fart.

Qin Changsheng was still gasping for air in the pit.

The three Saintesses were still crying for their parents in the illusion.

Who would dare to speak?

Whoever spoke would be the next target to be buried alive.

Xiao Chen waited for a moment, and seeing no response, he sneered.

"Since no one is speaking, I'll take it that you all agree."

"Central Province Prodigies? Nothing more than this."

This sentence was like a loud slap, fiercely striking the face of every Cultivator in Central Province.

But they could only endure it.

Because the strength displayed by these five young people had already exceeded their range of comprehension.

However.

Just when everyone thought this farce was about to end.

"Hum—"

At the end of the distant horizon, a burst of ancient and desolate vibration suddenly came.

The originally clear sky split open without warning, revealing a huge golden fissure.

Endless Immortal Qi poured down from the fissure.

It was an ancient Aura that surpassed the limits of this world.

"Look! The sky has split open!"

"That fluctuation... could it be the Secret Realm that is rumored to open once every hundred thousand years?"

"Myriad Spirits Ancient Realm! How did it open early?!"

The old monsters of Central Province, who had been struck dumb, now emerged from the shadows one after another.

They looked at the anomaly in the sky, their eyes filled with fanaticism and greed.

The sound transmission talisman Li Daoxuan gave his Disciples also grew slightly hot at this moment.

Li Daoxuan, who was far away in the Eastern Wasteland, spoke into Xiao Chen's mind with a hint of schadenfreude.

"Disciples, a big job has come."

"See that glowing fissure?"

"Go in, and snatch everything inside, even the dogs."

The corners of Xiao Chen's mouth rose slightly as he tightened his grip on the sword hilt.

He turned his head to look at his Junior Brothers and Sisters.

"Let's go, let's find a bigger place to continue booking the venue."