Chapter 14189 Four Powerful Individuals
Chapter 14189 Five Powerful Individuals
These five individuals are undoubtedly among the top experts of the Tianyuan Dynasty, and their appearance has made the situation even more tense and critical.
The leader was an old man dressed in a purple-gold star-patterned robe. The purple-gold threads on the robe intertwined to outline the mysterious trajectory of the stars' movement, faintly shimmering in the dark void, as if hiding endless cosmic mysteries.
His face was gaunt, his skin like a dried-up riverbed, covered with crisscrossing wrinkles, each wrinkle like a mark of time's vicissitudes.
However, his eyes seemed to contain two burning stars, fiery and bright, radiating a chilling light.
The energy fluctuations emanating from his body were like surging tides, one wave after another, far exceeding the peak of the Cangyue Realm, causing the surrounding void to tremble.
Behind him were four people, two men and two women, all dressed in different styles of gorgeous clothing.
The two men were dressed in contrasting styles. One was dressed in a black outfit, his muscles barely concealed beneath the tight clothing, exuding a powerful and fierce aura. The other wore a white robe, appearing gentle and refined, yet subtly radiating an otherworldly charm.
Two women, one dressed in fiery red, passionate and unrestrained, with a lively and cunning look in her eyes; the other dressed in flowing blue, gentle and graceful, exuding a tranquil and mysterious aura.
Although their auras were slightly weaker than the elder in the lead, they were equally unfathomable. Their cold gazes were fixed on Ling Xiao, as if Ling Xiao were already fish on their chopping board, at their mercy.
Without the slightest hesitation! A sharp light flashed in Ling Xiao's eyes, like lightning streaking across the night sky, instantly illuminating the surrounding darkness.
His mind raced, and various solutions flashed through his mind, each thought as swift as lightning.
"receive!"
A low shout, like a thunderclap, resounded in the deathly silent star field.
An unassuming, ancient magic needle suddenly lit up. The needle was no more than the length of a finger, and it was completely black, but its surface had an indescribable texture, as if it had been precipitated over countless years.
At this moment, countless mysterious runes appeared on the surface of the magic needle, those runes shimmering with a mysterious light, like an ancient incantation awakening.
A vortex-like phantom spun rapidly in the center, as if it were an entrance to an unknown world.
A terrifying suction force erupted, like an invisible giant hand, targeting the five people!
Buzz…!
The space groaned under its own weight, a sharp and piercing sound, as if the space itself were howling in pain.
Under the astonished gazes of the five purple-robed elders, the surrounding environment abruptly changed.
The once peaceful void began to distort, with spatial rifts spreading wildly like giant black pythons. The surrounding stars seemed to be manipulated by an invisible hand, their positions becoming disordered.
"Hahaha! Thank you all for coming to your deaths!" Ling Xiao laughed triumphantly, his laughter arrogant and unrestrained, echoing in the desolate star field, as if it were a merciless mockery of his enemies.
His figure retreated rapidly, like an arrow released from a bow, instantly merging into the void, leaving only a faint afterimage.
The arrogant laughter lingered for a long time, causing an endless surge of anger and humiliation to well up in the hearts of the five purple-robed elders.
Not far away, Su Lingyin, who had been silent all along, stood there quietly, as if she had merged with the surrounding void.
At that moment, the blurry face seemed to distort slightly, as if shocked by Ling Xiao's methods.
A dry voice seemed to ring out directly, without any attempt at concealment: "...Such a vicious method."
The voice carried a hint of amazement, as well as a hint of fear of Ling Xiao.
He understood that these five powerful figures from the Tianyuan Dynasty were finished.
Faced with this terrifying suction force, they were as insignificant as ants, unable to break free from the invisible binding force.
What awaits them is an unknown misfortune: perhaps they will be sucked into that mysterious vortex and lost forever in the unknown space; or perhaps they will be torn apart by that powerful suction, their bodies ripped to pieces.
All of this was due to Ling Xiao's ruthless and decisive methods.
The space suddenly shifted, as if an invisible hand had instantly shattered the entire world and then pieced it back together.
The five purple-robed elders felt a sudden dizziness before their eyes. When their vision cleared again, they found themselves not in the smoke-filled, battle-shouting battlefield they had expected, but in an extremely strange world.
Beneath my feet flows ink, thick and liquid, slowly outlining the contours of mountains and rivers, as if an invisible painter were freely wielding his brush.
However, the ink color kept spreading and changing. The newly formed mountains would vanish like a dream bubble in the blink of an eye, turning back into a pool of ink, which would then slowly gather into a new shape, making it unpredictable.
Above them floated a pale scroll, depicting the sun, moon, and stars. It should have been a vibrant and radiant scene, but now it was deathly silent. The sun and moon seemed to be frozen in the scroll, and the stars had lost their former brilliance, exuding a cold and despairing aura.
A misty, ink-wash-like atmosphere filled the surroundings, the mist as fine as silk threads, swirling and enveloping the five people, isolating them from all external perception.
They seemed to be in an independent world, completely cut off from the outside world.
The laws here become viscous and chaotic, like a disturbed lake, losing its original calm and order, making it difficult to grasp their patterns.
"Be careful! This is a spatial treasure!" the purple-robed elder shouted sharply, his voice filled with fear and vigilance.
He was surrounded by dazzling starlight, which was like sharp blades trying to dispel the strange ink-like mist and stabilize his swaying figure.
The holy light mark between his brows shone brightly, like a burning star, radiating powerful energy.
Upon hearing the old man's warning, the other four immediately sprang into action. They moved swiftly, forming a battle formation, standing back to back, warily scanning their surroundings with tense and uneasy expressions.
Every subtle sound, every movement of the mist, made them tense, as if facing a formidable enemy.
The ink-wash mist surged and billowed, like raging waves, rushing wildly in the void.
Just then, Ling Xiao stepped out leisurely, his steps light and composed, as if he were strolling in his own courtyard.
Dressed in black, he blended seamlessly into the ink-wash world, yet exuded an extraordinary aura, as if he were a figure from a painting, slowly emerging from that mysterious scroll.
Upon seeing Ling Xiao, the purple-robed elder's eyes flashed with a cold light, a light as sharp as a tangible sword, as if it wanted to pierce through Ling Xiao.
His voice, carrying a piercing pressure, echoed in the deathly silence: "You are Ling Xiao, the one who possesses the Demonic Sect's supreme treasure?!"
Each word struck like a heavy hammer, hitting one's heart and causing a tremor in the heart.
