Chapter 538: Chapter 538 Shouting Out Loud
"What do you mean by this, Shi Jin?"
Old Wuxiang Sect elder Yao Siyuan, also known as Shi Bikou, instantly turned his foul mood into anger upon hearing this, shouting directly at Shi Bikou.
"What do you mean?"
Shi Qi raised an eyebrow, extended his palm to draw attention, then sneered, "What’s wrong, Yao Siyuan? Do you still want to fight me, Ben Eld?"
"Fight? Do you think I fear you?" Yao Siyuan retorted while summoning another Magic Treasure.
The tension between the two escalated instantly without a single sword drawn.
The surrounding elders from other factions watched indifferently from the city wall, sneering, waiting to see the conflict erupt.
After all, it wasn’t their disciples who died. Watching a heated spectacle was a welcomed distraction.
But just as elders Yao Siyuan and Shi Bing were about to collide, a surge of flame suddenly erupted between them. The explosive impact pushed them both back a few steps as they stared ahead, shocked.
Standing there, deep within Shenjian Gate’s Yanyang Jianlu, was Yang Tian. He looked at them coldly and said, "What’s all this noise? This seat has been here all along. Just a few disciples dead, and you want to disturb this seat to keep them company in the afterlife?"
"No... How many disciples have died?"
Hearing Yang Tian’s remark, Yao Siyuan, an elder without direct involvement, immediately furrowed his entire face.
The Wuxiang Sect—why would their disciples die? And yet, the five disciples who had entered the Mysterious Kingdom had all perished.
It must be understood, those selected for this secret journey were undoubtedly the top talents of Wuxiang Sect. Among them was Xia Bai, the prominent figure of the Wuxiang Sect’s younger generation and its future master.
Yao Siyuan, gazing at Yang Tian’s Yanyang Treasure Sword and the fierce flame between him and Shi Qian, finally took a deep breath and hurried to bow before Yang Tian, offering a quick apology. "Immortal, this humble one dares not offend."
"Hmph!"
Seeing Yao Siyuan submit, Yang Tian snorted coldly, no longer paying him any attention.
To him, aside from Shenjian Sect’s disciples, all others were as insignificant as ants. Their deaths weren’t even worth mentioning!
As for Shi Geng, seeing Yao Siyuan yield, he dared not add fuel to the fire. He immediately cupped his hands towards Yang Tian in respect and retreated to his seat.
But just at this moment, a sudden cracking sound emerged from Shi Geng’s waist, causing his expression to change dramatically. He reached down instinctively.
Yet on the side, Scott, who was smug earlier, turned dumbfounded as he approached.
Because the five Soul Tokens in Shi Geng’s hand, much like Yao Siyuan’s earlier, were now all shattered to pieces.
It was clear—Wuxiang Sect’s five disciples who entered Pamre Temple’s Mysterious Kingdom had all perished!
"This... how is this possible?"
Shi Geng exclaimed in horror, his voice echoing Yao Siyuan’s earlier outcry.
Before his voice could completely leave him, Yang Tian snorted disdainfully and looked at him. "What is it you want to say to this seat? Speak."
"I... I... I..."
Hearing Yang Tian’s words, Scott felt like swallowing a bitter pill that shattered his teeth. Try as he might, he couldn’t rise to speak.
Despite the shock over the disciples’ demise churning within him, under Yang Tian’s looming threat, he could only shake his head, then sit down in dejection. Mocking Yao Siyuan was the last thing on his mind now.
However, Yao Siyuan and Shi Bing failed to notice the unnatural look on Old Liu’s face as they grappled with the devastating news of the disciples’ deaths.
Elder Liu thought grimly about the situation. After all, Wuxiang Sect and Palm Thunder Mansion were part of the third wave to enter the Mysterious Kingdom, just like Rashamon Sect.
Could two groups of disciples really be annihilated so quickly? Was Yang Tian behind this?
At this thought, Old Liu grew tense but quickly reminded himself to let it go. Silently, he hoped Yang Tian wouldn’t provoke the Divine Judgment Sect, as the consequences would be catastrophic!
Fortunately, no particularly unexpected accidents had occurred yet.
Although from time to time, some disciples’ Soul Tokens...
What had happened?
The clueless elders, unaware that the Sect’s Soul Tokens had just shattered, eventually noticed a young man stumbling out of the Mysterious Kingdom’s path, causing each one to frown. It was clear the disciples entering the secret realm had lost respect for the elders present.
Yang Tian from Yanyang Jianlu immediately let out a snort of disdain.
Suddenly, a terrifying pressure crushed the young man to the ground as his entire body trembled uncontrollably. Under the suffocating force, it seemed his life could be snuffed out in the next second. Blood spilled from his mouth.
Luckily, a white-haired elder stepped forward after witnessing this. He fearfully bowed towards Yang Tian, pleading, "Immortal, my disciple lacks proper discipline. Please, Immortal, grant him mercy."
"Kong Qi of the Sky Martial Sect?"
Yang Tian glanced at the elder indifferently before finally withdrawing his oppressive aura. He looked down haughtily and said, "Next time, this seat won’t be so courteous."
"Thank you, Immortal!"
The white-haired elder, Kong Qi, also an elder of the Sky Martial Sect, heaved a sigh of relief upon hearing Yang Tian’s words. He dragged the young man back with haste.
The young man, however, shook off Kong Qi and said, "Elder Kong, truly... something has happened."
"Something happened? What could possibly warrant this fuss, especially in front of all these gathered elders? Do you think anyone here cares about what you have to say? Come back with me!"
Kong Qi’s voice carried traces of frustration now.
If not for the young man’s unparalleled talent and being the most promising disciple of his generation in Sky Martial Sect, Kong Qi wouldn’t have even hesitated to punish him on the spot!
But just as Kong Qi prepared to forcibly subdue the young man, the disciple urgently stepped forward and said, "Elder, I... I mean Shenjian Gate’s Song Chengzheng... he... he has fallen in the Mysterious Kingdom!"
"What nonsense are you on about? Life and death are natural outcomes after entering the Mysterious Kingdom. Stop talking nonsense!" Kong Qi began lecturing the youth, but then, a thought struck him, causing his heart to skip a beat. He stammered, "You... you said who?"
"Shen... Shenjian Gate’s Song Chengzheng!" the youth repeated.
Boom!
Although the young man’s voice wasn’t loud, it exploded like thunder inside the minds of the elders.
The disciples of the Shenjian Sect had perished?
How could this be?
Who would dare touch the disciples of the Northern Region’s hegemony—one of the Four Great Sects, Shenjian Gate?
Was this not akin to courting death?
At this realization, all gazes immediately turned towards Yang Tian.
Yang Tian’s expression darkened. He reached into his waistband swiftly.
Soon, five Soul Tokens rested in his palm.
As the elders’ eyes fell on these tokens, their expressions grew solemn.
Because among the five, one was split in half right before their eyes!
That earlier sound—it had been the shattering of a Soul Token in Yang Tian’s hand.
For a moment, an oppressive silence descended upon the vast space as the elders from various factions froze in disbelief.
But it wasn’t just them. Even Yang Tian, staring at the broken Soul Token in his hand, seemed confounded.
How many years had it been?
Since Shenjian Gate first ventured into these blurry secret realms, their disciples, year after year, always emerged unscathed, let alone perishing!
Because as one of the Four Great Sects and the hegemony of the Northern Region, Shenjian Gate’s might remained unparalleled.
Among the disciples of the sects scattered across the Northern Region, who wouldn’t yield to Shenjian Gate’s might?
Yet now, under Yang Tian’s supervision, Shenjian Gate’s first casualty had occurred—not just injuries but actual deaths!