Zhantian Qingxuan saw the scene, and smiled helplessly.
Just now, he was admiring Wen Ping, only to find out he was after that Storage Ring, aiming for the Secret Treasure. But the next moment, after hearing Wen Ping’s words, Zhantian Qingxuan was even more speechless—this was how he saved people?
"The best way to stop everything—is to pick it up!"
Wen Ping murmured, then picked up the Storage Ring containing the Secret Treasure. At that very moment, sword light and fist shadows came crashing towards him, but Wen Ping was prepared, disappearing the moment he picked up the ring.
Sword Aura and fist shadows fell at the spot where Wen Ping had just stood, kicking up layers of dust!
Han Yun and Han Zhan immediately wanted to stop their fight, but Wanli He cooperated well, entangling the two. Taking this time, Wen Ping retreated a hundred meters, gazing at them from afar.
Seeing the Storage Ring taken, Han Yun had no intention of holding back. As the sword rose again, accompanied by the Vibrating Vein Sound, it condensed a Giant Sword of Vein Qi, clearly intending to kill Wanli Sha on the spot.
After a few breaths, the Giant Sword was formed.
The Giant Sword, ten zhang tall, fell instantly, striking where Wanli He stood.
Seeing Wen Ping going towards Zhantian Qingxuan, Han Yun roared, his expression already sinister.
He didn’t want to let Zhantian Qingxuan gain the upper hand instead because if the Storage Ring fell into Zhantian Qingxuan’s hands, given Zhantian Qingxuan’s status, he’d be unwilling to snatch it back.
If Zhantian Qingxuan insisted on leaving with it, Han Yun would be helpless.
Who could blame him, being the Vortex Divine Artisan!
The Hundred Sects Alliance all needed to cooperate with him.
The Han Yun Sword Technique was launched, a sense of crisis rose in Wanli He’s heart, and thoughts of death surged. As the Vibrating Vein Sound came, he instantly unleashed his strongest Vein Technique and used the Secret Technique.
In short, he was in a desperate state.
In a moment, the Giant Sword fell upon Wanli He.
Wanli He’s whole body trembled, blood welled up from his throat and sprayed out. As the blood spouted, Wanli He wilted.
Yet he gritted his teeth, toughing out against the Giant Sword. Unbeknownst to him, his crimson teeth resembled a fierce tiger that had just fed. But ultimately, the power gap was too vast; Wanli He couldn’t withstand a full strike from a Half-Step Divine Profound.
The weapon in his hand shattered directly.
Then the Giant Sword fell, penetrated Wanli He’s body, and suddenly dispersed. At the same moment, a bloodline appeared from Wanli He’s forehead to his chest, blood gushing out instantly—dead beyond saving.
The strongest of Qingkong Mountain, fallen!
Everyone who saw this scene was a bit dazed.
This little Secret Realm had already buried three renowned figures from East Lake.
Qin Tian exclaimed, dragging his battered body towards Wanli He, knowing he couldn’t survive, yet still going to check.
And Han Zhan and the others, once Wanli He died, immediately pursued Wen Ping with the Storage Ring, reaching the front of the hill in the blink of an eye.
But neither went further.
Because Zhantian Qingxuan stood there.
Zhantian Qingxuan looked at Wen Ping’s hand holding the Storage Ring, his gaze fervent, saying, "Sect Leader Wen, why not give it to me?"
Now in this Secret Realm, who else dared to take this hot potato except her?
However, Wen Ping responded directly, "Are you joking?"
Hearing this answer, Zhantian Qingxuan smiled helplessly, thinking: Are you an idiot? This is for your protection, do you understand?
But since Wen Ping was unwilling to give it, she didn’t wish to get involved further.
She did want the Secret Treasure, but being the Vortex Divine Artisan didn’t guarantee Han Yun wouldn’t reject her after leaving the Secret Realm.
With that, Zhantian Qingxuan floated a hundred meters away, without looking back this time.
She didn’t think Wen Ping could survive under Han Yun’s sword.
Seeing Zhantian Qingxuan retreat, a delighted expression instantly appeared on Han Yun’s face. As long as Wen Ping didn’t give the Storage Ring to Zhantian Qingxuan, it was still his.
Han Yun said, "Kid, hand over the Storage Ring, or face death."
Wen Ping glanced at Mountain Dog.
Han Yun didn’t understand what Wen Ping meant.
If it was laughter, but Wen Ping hadn’t laughed at all.
The next moment, a dog came into his view.
Though he didn’t pay much attention, what Wen Ping said next made him feel incredulous.
With that, Wen Ping surprisingly retracted the Meridian Gate.
Two chilling laughs suddenly echoed.
Han Yun’s expression hardened; though he didn’t know where the laughter came from, he was already furious. How dared someone at the Lower Profound Realm touch the Secret Treasure and speak insolently about killing him?
The sword in his hand directly initiated a move!
Seeing the situation, Yu Mo quickly grabbed Qin Mo and retreated, then heard Qin Tian suddenly shout, "Han Yun, come at me, but do not harm my grandson!"
"Grandfather, you’ll be fine."
Qin Mo responded, as Yu Mo lifted him, ran a hundred meters before stopping. As soon as they stopped, they turned their heads—Wen Ping’s place was already ravaged by Sword Qi.
The visible blue Sword Qi swirled around Han Yun, forming a Sword Qi Shield.
The sword is a weapon.
Han Yun coldly said, "Killed my Alliance Chief, dared to touch the Secret Treasure, face death, old man!"
Over ten Sword Qis swept with his sword towards Wen Ping.
At this moment, a crimson iron chain appeared out of thin air, smashing down towards the approaching Han Yun. Han Yun coldly glanced at the chain, muttering, "Is this your backup plan?"
Turning his sword edge, Han Yun immediately confronted the chain.
The sound of iron chain and Long Sword clashing came, the rampant Sword Qi dissipated into nothing once shaken by the chain. In this clash, Han Yun was directly struck back ten meters.
Two grooves carved out at the foot of the hill!
After Han Yun’s response, Han Zhan quickly vibrated his veins, his fists launched dozens of fist shadows, pressing towards Wen Ping like clouds. In an instant, sand and stones flew, fist shadows and Vein Qi intertwined, reaching Wen Ping’s face.
Before Han Zhan realized what had happened, a flaming dog paw pressed down.
The next moment, where Han Zhan stood, a crash resembling a meteor striking the earth sounded.
Han Zhan’s fist shadows abruptly disappeared. As everyone focused their gaze, Han Zhan was forcibly buried into the ground, his knees directly submerged up to the thighs—kneeling in the suddenly appeared dog paw print.
Zhantian Qingxuan instinctively glanced back upon hearing the crash, stunned on the spot.