78: The Holy Land elder was furious: Where did these bandits come from?

Outside the Myriad Spirits Ancient Realm, in the ruins of Tianyong City.

The atmosphere was so oppressive that it felt like it could drip water.

Dozens of Elders and Grand Elders from various Holy Lands and ancient clans were suspended in mid-air, their faces as dark as water, eyes closed in meditation.

They were sent by their respective factions to protect their own Prodigies.

Each one of them was a supreme Revered Master capable of making a region tremble with a single stomp.

The weakest among them were at the Peak Soul Transformation Stage.

The strong ones even included a few old monsters who had one foot in the Void Refining stage.

They were waiting.

Waiting for their own Disciples to return fully loaded.

"Counting the time, the Secret Realm is about to close," a white-haired Grand Elder of the Yaochi Holy Land slowly opened his eyes and said with a smile while stroking his beard.

"I wonder what kind of Opportunity my Qingyue will obtain this time."

"Hehe, Elder Li, you are too modest," an Elder from the Zifu Holy Land beside him said with a fake smile. "Who doesn't know that Saintess Qingyue is a peerless talent? With the Demon Emperors Tomb appearing this time, perhaps the Demon Emperors Legacy will fall into her hands."

"Where, where, your Saint Qin Changsheng has even more hope. I heard that he was slapped in the face by some bumpkins from the Eastern Wasteland a few days ago, and he has been holding back his energy. After entering the Secret Realm this time, he will definitely slaughter everyone to wipe away his shame."

Everyone chattered back and forth, engaging in commercial flattery, and the atmosphere was still considered "harmonious."

However.

Just at this moment.

"Buzz—"

Above the sky, that huge golden light gate suddenly began to tremble violently.

"They are coming out!"

Everyone's spirits lifted, and they all looked up in unison.

The next second.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

One figure after another was unceremoniously spat out by the light gate like dumplings.

The smiles on the Elders' faces hadn't even had time to bloom before they instantly froze.

Because.

The style of those Prodigies who came out... was a bit off.

They were all covered in dirt and disheveled, as if they had just crawled out of a coal mine.

Some had their robes torn into rags, barely covering their bodies.

Some were bruised and swollen, with clear fist marks on their faces.

Even worse, some had lost their weapons, were bare-chested, wearing only a pair of underpants, shivering in the wind.

Looking at them, how could they be the Prodigies who went treasure hunting?

They were clearly a group of refugees who had just been robbed by bandits!

"Yue'er?!"

The Grand Elder of the Yaochi Holy Land saw his own Saintess, who was usually as cold as an immortal, currently squatting on the ground drawing circles, muttering, "Don't chase me anymore, I've already given you the apricots," and his eyes almost popped out.

"Changsheng?! Where is your purple gold crown?! Who beat you up like this?!"

The Elder of the Zifu Holy Land felt his heart bleed even more; his precious Saint was currently being carried on a stretcher, with more air going out than coming in.

"Fa... Father..."

In the crowd, the City Lord of Tianyong City hugged his son, whose lower body had disappeared, crying heart-rendingly.

"My son! Who hurt you like this?! Father will definitely tear him into ten thousand pieces!"

For a moment, the scene was in chaos.

Cries and roars rang out in succession.

"Disciple! What the hell happened?!"

A hot-tempered Elder grabbed a Disciple who had just crawled up from the ground and roared.

"Who beat you all like this?!"

The Disciple was still terrified; the moment he saw his Revered Master, tears "splashed" down.

He pointed in the direction of the light gate, his voice trembling with endless grievance and anger.

"It's robbers!"

"Elder! There are robbers in the Secret Realm!"

"Robbers?" The Elder was stunned. "What robbers? Could it be that the Thirteen Fiends of Black Wind also went in?"

"No! They are even more ruthless than them!"

The Disciple cried, his expression as if he were accusing an irreconcilable enemy.

"It's five bandits from the Eastern Wasteland! And a dog that can speak human language!"

"They robbed everything! They robbed everything in the Secret Realm!"

"They pulled up the Spirit Medicine by the roots, roasted the Spirit Beast, and even pried off the glazed tiles of the palace, damn it!"

"We worked so hard to break the Restriction of the Demon Emperors Tomb, but... but they took the whole pot! They didn't even leave us a single hair!"

"We went to chase them, but were counter-killed by them! My... my Storage Pouch, my Magic Treasure, even my pants... were stripped by them!"

At the end, the Disciple couldn't hold it back anymore, hugging the Elder's thigh and howling.

The crying was heartbreaking to those who heard it.

Silent.

Deathly silent.

All the Revered Masters present were stunned.

They looked at each other, seeing a trace of absurdity and disbelief in each other's eyes.

Robbed everything?

Even stripped the pants?

Is this something humans do?

Just at this moment.

"Whoosh!"

Five streams of light flew out from the light gate unhurriedly.

It was the late-arriving Hidden God Sect group of five.

They were all refreshed and glowing.

In Shi Tian's arms, he was holding a package larger than himself, bulging with unknown treasures.

Da Huang followed at the very end, holding a golden scroll in his mouth, his tail wagging like a propeller.

That look of returning fully loaded and triumphant formed a stark contrast with the "refugees" crying and howling around them.

"Buzz—"

In an instant.

Dozens of cold, bone-chilling gazes filled with monstrous Killing Intent locked onto them like sharp swords.

The air seemed to solidify at this moment.

"It's them!"

"Elder! It's these bandits!!"

Someone in the crowd shouted.

"Boom!!!"

The anger of dozens of Soul Transformation and Void Refining stage Revered Masters erupted!

The terrifying Aura gathered together, directly tearing the clouds in the sky to shreds!

"What huge dog guts!"

The Elder of the Zifu Holy Land had his hair and beard standing on end, taking a step forward, his voice like rolling thunder.

"How dare you rob the Opportunity of our Central Plains Prodigies!"

"And how dare you commit such a vicious act!"

"If we don't destroy your Divine Souls today, where will our dignity remain?!"

"Hand over the treasures!"

The Grand Elder of the Yaochi Holy Land was also covered in frost. "Self-cripple your cultivation!"

"Otherwise..."

"Die!"

With the word "Die" spoken, heaven and earth changed color!

Dozens of supreme Revered Masters surrounded Xiao Chen and the other four, that heaven-destroying Killing Intent was enough to make any Nascent Soul Cultivator's Divine Soul collapse on the spot!

However.

Facing this encirclement that was enough to make heaven and earth tremble.

There was not a trace of fear on Xiao Chen's face.

He even had the leisure to pat the bulging package in Shi Tian's arms, instructing him:

"Hold it steady, don't drop it, this is the hope of our entire village."

Then.

He slowly raised his head, meeting those dozens of cold gazes.

He slowly, unhurriedly, took out something that looked unremarkable from his arms...

A Jade Slip.

"Sigh."

Xiao Chen sighed, his expression looking exactly like a good student pushed to the edge.

"Originally, I wanted to reason with you."

"But Revered Master said, when you encounter unreasonable people, there is no need to waste breath."

He looked at the murderous old monsters around him, the corners of his mouth curling into a helpless arc.

"It seems..."

"It's time to call for backup."