#1097 - Chapter 1097 Finding Mie Ji

Just as Elder Cang and Wen Hou joined forces to resist Ye Kong, the Netherworld King took the opportunity to cast a spell, activating the Blood Nether Pearl after it had absorbed enough energy.

His aura slowly rose, causing considerable fluctuations in spiritual energy.

The Blood Nether Pearl spun rapidly, its red glow clearly visible.

The Netherworld King smiled eerily, channeling his power with ceaseless hand gestures, causing the black clouds in the sky to churn and roil, as if about to descend at any moment, creating an incomparably suffocating sense of dread.

The Netherworld King moved his palms, his own powerful spiritual energy radiating from them and merging into the Blood Nether Pearl.

A狂风怒 舞呼号 raged, sending sand and stones flying across the battlefield below, creating a hazy, gray vista.

Seeing the ominous situation, Ye Kong immediately circulated all the spiritual energy in his body, gathering it in his fists, and unleashed two powerful punches at Elder Cang and Wen Hou.

Bang!

In an instant, the spiritual shield that Wen Hou and Elder Cang had been struggling to maintain shattered and dissipated. The two indiscernible fist shadows struck their chests, sending them crashing down from mid-air.

Ye Kong raised his head and looked in the direction of the Netherworld King.

As if sensing Ye Kong's gaze, the Netherworld King met his eyes directly.

For a moment, a cold light flashed in Ye Kong's eyes, a seemingly non-aggressive stare that nonetheless instilled a sense of fear.

The Netherworld King simply smiled eerily, a wicked grin spreading across his lips, his enchanting peach blossom eyes filled with obvious amusement.

"You're too slow," the Netherworld King said disdainfully, then waved his right hand, manipulating the Blood Nether Pearl.

The Blood Nether Pearl suddenly emitted a burst of light, causing everyone present to instinctively shield their eyes. The intense red glow from the Blood Nether Pearl illuminated everyone on the battlefield below.

A moment later, the red light disappeared, but those lying on the ground, those who had already stopped breathing, abruptly opened their eyes, revealing empty white eyeballs. Then, as if drawn by an unseen force, they stood up, moving in perfect unison.

"What's going on?!"

"How did they all come back to life?"

A clamor arose from the battlefield below. Not only had the fallen Yin Sha Palace and Tianxuan Sect disciples "revived," but even the disciples of the Nine Peaks who had unfortunately died also miraculously stood up.

Upon seeing his fellow disciple come back to life, a Beast Control Peak disciple excitedly rushed forward, "Senior Brother!"

However, the cold figure, hearing the voice, didn't even turn its head. The unsuspecting Beast Control Peak disciple rushed forward without any guard.

Whoosh—

"Junior Brother!"

Accompanied by the sound of a blade slicing through the air and the shouts of those around, a long sword, its tip still dripping with blood, pierced the little disciple's heart.

The little disciple's eyes widened in shock, his gaze still fixed on the familiar face before him, a faint smile on his lips as scarlet blood dripped down from the corners of his mouth.

But the face before him was pale and devoid of any expression, a sickly white.

The little disciple's legs gradually lost their strength, and the broken blade in his hand fell to the ground. Then, he collapsed straight down, without making a sound, completely still.

Seeing this, the other fellow disciples drew their swords, wanting to avenge him, but the one who killed him was also someone they had lived and cultivated with day and night. The hands holding the swords hesitated, and no one stepped forward.

The Netherworld King watched all of this with satisfaction, his smile growing even more wicked.

Over the years, he had long understood this cultivation world. What was the point of fighting and killing? It was nothing more than winning or losing. But if fellow disciples killed each other, the entertainment value was unimaginable. The Netherworld King's plan was to reap the benefits.

At this time, the battlefield below was unfolding as the Netherworld King had predicted. Those people only attacked the Yin Sha Palace and Tianxuan Sect members with full force, but they always hesitated to attack their own fellow disciples.

The Nine Peak Lords also became aware of the situation on the field. Everyone cherished their own disciples, and they unanimously ordered the remaining disciples to defend and capture their mind-controlled comrades alive.

Meanwhile, in the Secret Pivot Hall, Tian Qingwu had tried various methods, but the Secret Pivot Hall showed no reaction. This was undoubtedly a great blow to Tian Qingwu.

Tian Qingwu was a little anxious, dejectedly drooping her head, her eyes cast down. But when she thought of how the Tianxuan Sect must be fighting against the Nine Peaks, and that she, with her shallow cultivation, only held the position of Sect Leader but had no real power…

Thinking of all of this, a trace of anger ignited in Tian Qingwu's heart, and she clenched her hands at her sides. Her eyes shifted, and her gaze became a little sharper.

Tian Qingwu formed hand seals, and as her hands moved, strands of light blue spiritual energy scattered from her fingertips.

The fluctuations in the surrounding aura were so strong that the cabinets inside rattled constantly, like a precursor to an earthquake.

In an instant, Tian Qingwu extended her arms forcefully, and a surge of majestic aura erupted from her body, unstoppable.

Bang, bang, bang—

A burst of noise echoed within the Secret Pivot Hall, and the beads shining in the corners of the walls shattered, dissipating the only light in the room.

At this moment, the Secret Pivot Hall was pitch black, a bottomless abyss of darkness.

Just then, a burst of light, emanating from an unknown source within the room, shone brightly.

Tian Qingwu instinctively shielded her eyes. When the light softened a little, she gradually opened her eyes.

What appeared before her was a three-foot-long sword. The sword body seemed to be cast from Xuan Iron, exuding a faint, chilling aura in the darkness. The sword's texture was as dark and lustrous as the walls of a well, and the blade was sharp, like autumn frost.

Tian Qingwu was slightly stunned, her bright eyes staring fixedly at the chilling sword that had appeared before her.

She had seen countless magical artifacts created by experts in this world, but none possessed such a strong sword aura.

Undeniably, this sword was indeed the best sword Tian Qingwu had ever seen, without a doubt.

Tian Qingwu approached as if possessed, although she felt the chill emanating from the sword, a bone-piercing cold like cold water in winter.

Tian Qingwu couldn't help but let out a muffled groan. She felt that the tremor just now had even affected her own usually stable Qi Sea.

At this moment, Tian Qingwu's heart was pounding violently, as if it had been greatly stimulated. Tian Qingwu gently moved her palms, creating a small circulation, wanting to restore stability to her Qi Sea.