The winter wind was fierce, but it could not pierce this patch of white cloud.
Leon Yu, Guardian of Southvale Province, arrived in Anhu wearing plain coarse linen, brown threads trailing from his shoulder. Yet his jade-like skin radiated a light that no garment could conceal.
A moment later.
From deep within Red Lake Mist Sect, eight kilometers away, came a furious snort: "Leon Yu, I will investigate this matter thoroughly and report to the Martial Arts Alliance."
Obvious.
The transcendent guardian above Martial Lord at Red Lake Mist Sect was furious, yet even he could not fully grasp what sect master Victor Huang had done.
"Heh."
"You think you're worthy of anger?" Leon Yu's eyes flashed with violet light, his face cold as frost. "Back then, when Green Mountain Sect sacrificed everything, you took Red Lake Mist Sect and fled, surviving by hiding. And now you dare to slander Green Mountain Sect?"
Other sects may slander, but Red Lake Mist Sect cannot!
His voice boomed, echoing across eight kilometers.
This was utterly different from the 'across-the-air' transmission techniques of the Three Martial Realms. A few hundred meters might be possible, but eight full kilometers far exceeded that range—even a Martial General roaring at full force could never reach so far.
Whoosh, whoosh.
The winter wind swept across the barren earth. Two or three birds soared through the blue sky, flying past Leon Yu as if unaware of his presence.
He stood in the clouds, his eyes flickering with light.
Those pale violet-glowing eyes gazed southeast, as if, across more than ten kilometers, he could see Miles Ning and Andrew Han driving away. A faint smile curved his lips.
He had come in person, precisely to prevent any mishap.
After all.
Miles Ning had already fallen to the mortal world. If the transcendent guardian at Red Lake Mist Sect attacked in anger, the consequences would be unimaginable.
"Old Master Redlake."
Leon Yu left a faint remark: "Look at you, so ignorant of your own limits... If you're so powerful, why not ascend to the heavens?"
With that, he finished speaking.
Leon Yu turned, transforming into a barely visible streak of violet light that shot through the sky and disappeared.
......
Red Lake Mist Sect, a major martial arts sect.
The pale gray stone gate had completely collapsed, turning into rubble scattered across the ground.
Dust and mud filled the air, the sounds of collision still lingering in every direction. The ground beneath their feet continued to shake, as if battered by a natural disaster.
The surrounding flowers, grass, and trees were all withered and ruined.
The chaotic flow of air revealed the lingering shockwaves of the collision.
Gulp.
A young, beautiful female disciple standing in the distance tugged at her lips, feeling her legs tremble so much she could barely stand.
The other disciples were much the same.
Even the core disciples and elders at the Martial General Realm were trembling, their faces showing deep confusion and unease.
Where is the sect master?
No one knows how much time passed, nor who shouted first.
In an instant, everyone's gaze focused on the spot beneath the collapsed gate, where faint traces of blood could be seen. Their hearts chilled, and they instantly felt a pressure as heavy as a mountain or abyss.
It felt heavy.
It was as if dark clouds shrouded the final outcome.
Ah!
Sect master!
The winter sunlight shone on the sorrowful face of the black-haired elder. Stumbling four or five steps, he rushed to the pile of rubble where the sect gate had collapsed.
Crash.
The black-haired elder's palms glowed as he shifted the rubble.
The so-called pile of rubble was as weak as tofu before the Martial Lord Realm's solidified internal power. The black-haired elder struck five or six times, instantly shattering the stones burying Sect Master Victor Huang.
Sect master?
The black-haired elder spoke in a trembling voice, looking at Victor Huang.
Tears seemed to glisten in his eyes as he gazed at the ashen-faced, lifeless sect master Victor Huang. He turned to the crowd and cried out in despair, "If you ask me, the sect master must be dead!"
What?
Everyone was shocked, their bodies swaying; some elders and disciples even fainted, unable to bear such a blow.
Hiss.
Victor Huang's chest moved, and blood bubbled from the corner of his mouth.
Sect master!? The black-haired elder turned, overjoyed and babbling in excitement: 'Sect master, you're still alive! That's wonderful!'
Hiss.
Victor Huang continued to bleed from the mouth, silently staring at the black-haired elder.
Sect master? The black-haired elder took half a step forward, grinning awkwardly: 'I've always said, sect master, your power is boundless—how could you die? Impossible.'
As soon as these words were spoken—
Victor Huang's eyes widened, staring fiercely at the black-haired elder. Suddenly, he spat out a mouthful of blood, his head drooping to the side—whether unconscious or dead was unclear.
If you ask me—
The sect master is just unconscious.' The black-haired elder sighed in relief, quickly supporting Victor Huang and taking him back to the sect for treatment.
To the side.
Ethan Chen stood inside the sect gate, gazing at the now-ruined stone gate.