Chapter 427: Chapter 427: 1 vs 4? Solo Challenge Crushed by Peers! Ninth Grade Battle? No! It’s Over Before It Begins!

The surrounding noisy sounds gradually faded, and an uneasy atmosphere spread among many of the prodigies’ hearts.

They nervously looked around, only to see that at least a dozen prodigies’ figures had suddenly disappeared from the originally bustling crowd.

This was undoubtedly a shocking fact.

Each of those missing individuals possessed impressive strength and was equal in cultivation power to the vast majority.

Even they disappeared silently, so doesn’t that mean...

If possible, encountering similarly bizarre and terrifying events might also lead to killing, to falling here.

The faces of the prodigies turned pale, with anxiety and worry evident in their eyes.

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They knew this matter was of great importance and must quickly notify the Ninth Grade Powerhouse Yuwen Tianlong leading the team.

So, amid chaos, they hurriedly passed through the spacious hall. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

The sound of footsteps echoed in the empty space, extraordinarily harsh and tense.

And the backyard was quiet and deep, with ancient trees towering, birds singing, and insects chirping.

Usually, this was a good place to cultivate and nurture oneself, but now it was shrouded in a heavy haze.

The prodigies rushed to the tranquil courtyard where Yuwen Tianlong resided.

For a moment, heartbeats, panting, and footsteps intertwined, breaking the tranquility here.

"Thump, thump, thump..."

A disciple’s face was anxious, his forehead covered in fine sweat beads.

At this moment, he strained to pound the door, the urgent and chaotic knocking particularly piercing in the silent night.

Urgent and forceful, as if striking at everyone’s heart.

At the same time, an uncontrollable trembling and panic voice sounded.

Elder Yuwen, something terrible has happened!

A dozen prodigies from our settlement mysteriously disappeared at the same time!"

This sentence, like a bolt from the blue, exploded in the quiet night.

Instantly tearing the serene atmosphere of the backyard into fragments, turning it into a heavy and oppressive haze.

This sudden news, like a massive rock thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples, drastically changing everyone’s faces present.

Immediately following, a terrifying aura burst from inside, like a storm.

In an instant, boundless spiritual power swept over thousands of miles, capturing all surrounding situations.

At this moment, the aura of the Martial Arts Association’s enforcement officers near the estate was also precisely caught.

Positions, numbers, and even states were exposed under Elder Yuwen’s overwhelming spiritual power.

"Hmph! Mere ants dare to audaciously provoke my sect disciples; you’re seeking your own deaths!"

Yuwen Tianlong was seething with anger, his voice like a bell, echoing endlessly in the valley.

His gaze was as cold as ice, seemingly able to freeze the arrogance and ignorance of all provocateurs.

While speaking, his figure blurred, like a brilliant meteor cutting through the sky.

In an instant, he soared from the ground, standing steadily in the lofty and ethereal sky.

His robe billowed with the wind, creating a fierce sound, with imposing majesty rising to the heavens, as if he was the sole ruler between heaven and earth.

However, just as Yuwen Tianlong prepared to unleash the Power of Heaven and Earth to rescue the trapped sect disciples, an unexpected change occurred.

Above the void, in the four directions of southeast, southwest, northwest, and northeast, four figures appeared in unison like an echo, all being Ninth Grade Peak.

They stood like four deities between heaven and earth, with incredible majesty.

Four powerful oppressive auras locked onto Yuwen Tianlong, like four invisible dragons.

Forming an unavoidable pressure network, instantly affecting his movements.

However, this pressure couldn’t shake his foundation, only temporarily interfering with his actions without causing substantial harm.

At a critical moment, Yuwen Tianlong remained calm and composed, his sharp gaze fixed on the four, showing no intention to retreat.

Barely containing a burning anger.

"A bunch of despicable cowards who only know how to hide,"

Yuwen Tianlong shouted, his voice like thunder exploding in the night sky, filled with endless disdain and intense battle intent.

"If you have the guts, come all together! Let me show you how I’ll shatter you useless beings one by one!"

As he spoke, his aura was vast and untamed, like an abyssal sea.

His soaring arrogance was about to shatter the sky, as if even the heavens and earth were moved.

Yet, just before he finished speaking, an unexpected change occurred.

One of the four Ninth Grade Powerhouses moved like a ghost, closing in swiftly.

His speed was too fast to capture, leaving only a trace of afterimages trembling in the air.

And his strikes were ruthless and merciless, with movements as fast as lightning, making people dizzy.

As he waved his arms, the sound of crisp and fierce slaps resounded.

"Pa-pa~ Pa-pa~ Pa-pa~"

Like firecrackers exploding, or ice breaking, each note conveyed ferocity and dominance.

At the same time, five bright red handprints suddenly appeared on Yuwen Tianlong’s face.

The burning pain made him slightly furrow his brows, a flash of bewilderment and daze briefly glinting in his eyes.

Such a sudden blow not only shocked his body but gradually impacted Yuwen Tianlong’s soul.

Even this once imposing powerhouse couldn’t help but pause in brief distraction.

The gap?

Is the gap really this large?

Yet, the flames of humiliation didn’t wait long before swiftly reigniting within his heart.

Merely within a few breaths, Yuwen Tianlong’s proud and determined heart was tightly entwined by an indescribable sense of shame and anger.

His face turned sullen instantly, like clouds obscuring the sun.

Now, on the estate’s open ground, countless gazes were fixed on Yuwen Tianlong.

Like countless invisible swords piercing into his heart.

The disciples who usually revered him were now witnessing in stunned silence as he was humiliated publicly.

This moment of silence, for him, was sharper than any mocking sarcasm.

Like a baptism overturning the world and cleansing the soul, he had nowhere to hide, forced to endure it.

Under the watchful eyes, a flicker of pain and struggle crossed Yuwen Tianlong’s face, while anger and unwillingness intertwined in his eyes.

His body stood rigidly in place, yet his inner turmoil was like turbulent waves, unable to find peace.

Every subtle facial change, every clenching and releasing of fists silently recounted Yuwen Tianlong’s inner torment and resistance at this moment.

After several deep breaths, no matter how he tried, he couldn’t suppress the fire within his chest.

His Divine Weapon shone brightly, Yuwen Tianlong unleashed his power, with a desperate stance, prepared to fight to the death against the attacker.

But the result...

"Pa~"

A single slap resounded.