Holy Fist!-Chapter 799 - 361 Ancient Loulan Secret Realm, "Blood God Scripture" (6.6k)_3

Chapter 799: 361 Ancient Loulan Secret Realm, "Blood God Scripture" (6.6k)_3

Thus, the three sat quietly, adjusting their breath.

Waiting for time to pass bit by bit. The temperature gradually rose.

Finally, ten in the morning.

"Buzz..."

In the area of the Ancient Loulan Ruins, the earth and sky both shook, clouds and air became blurry and layered. Everyone present in this area was affected, dizzy with whispers ringing faintly beside their ears.

Like the illogical murmurs of a dream.

"Swish swish swish..."

A stroke of blood-red, like a curtain, was drawn from the horizon. In an instant, it stained the whole sky, and the sun turned into a dim blood-red color.

Looking up in a trance.

That blood sun, its edges seemed to have a mass of black hair wriggling bizarrely. It resembled a closed eye, with the hair as eyelashes.

"Buzz!"

The eye suddenly opened, and the blood light swept across the land.

The upheaval of the Deep World descended upon the real world. Around the Ancient Loulan Ruins, there appeared eerie shadows of buildings that had never been seen before. Like a mirage, overlapping illusion with reality.

An eerie aura enveloped, gray ashes drifted down from the sky.

Like white volcanic ash, it spread thickly on the ground.

"Let’s go."

"The secret realm has appeared."

"It will automatically disappear in half an hour."

Canaan stood up, leading the two towards the mirage. They moved extremely quickly, like arrows released from a bow, disappearing in just a few seconds. Nearby, some martial artists attracted by the anomaly had intended to stop them and inquire. However, in the blink of an eye, the group swiftly dashed past and immediately vanished.

"Report back to the sect, there is an anomaly at the Ancient Loulan Ruins!"

Many figures, unsure of the situation, did not intend to enter. They quickly left the ruins, wanting to carry the news out.

But what they did not know was that the Ancient Loulan Secret Realm only lasted for half an hour. By the time they figured out the situation and brought people back, the entrance would have already disappeared.

Just when many figures flew away.

Suddenly.

On the distant highway, three or four powerful figures rapidly descended like meteors. Their aura was terrifying, with each seeming to be a Transformation Realm Master, except for the leading one. The sheer presence, condensed visibly, instantly swept across, shaking all directions.

"Kill them all."

"Leave none alive."

The foremost figure, a tall young man, slowly said.

He raised his right hand, and a pair of dragon eyes seemed to flash swiftly in mid-air. Open eyes made day, closed eyes made night, all the martial artists present to investigate the Ancient Loulan Ruins were suddenly paralyzed. The Secret Martial they initiated was weakened to the extreme, almost entirely ineffective, pathetically weak.

At the same time, the three Transformation Realm figures behind the young man acted directly. With each flicker of their figures, a martial artist was killed on the spot. In just a few breaths, the entire scene was cleared.

"Tat-tat-tat-tat..."

The four figures stood slowly in front of the mirage.

The leader, wearing an ancient red-black battle robe, cut neatly to fit his tall frame, as if wrapped with many hard winds. The young man had long black hair tied in a ponytail hanging behind him. A black silk cloth, like satin, circled around his eye sockets, revealing only a prominent nose.

He stood quietly, his aura flowing.

He unexpectedly exuded the majestic bearing of a Grandmaster.

This man was the Candle Sect!

In recent days, he had somehow healed his wounds and brought along three Transformation Realm figures to serve as critical support for this venture.

The one to the left.

Tall and slender, wrapped in a faded green robe, his scapula protruded slightly like gathered crane wings. He appeared middle-aged, with a silent disposition. His right arm was noticeably more robust than the left, with calluses at the tiger’s mouth glowing with a waxy yellow sheen. His waist carried a three-foot-long ancient sword wrapped in burlap, the scabbard adorned with a glossy jade bead that knocked against his leg with a clear sound as he walked.

Northern Secret Martial World, Heavenly Water Sword, Lao Xiuxun!

Mid-stage Transformation Realm, with incredible fighting prowess.

His offensive capability was probably not inferior to that of the Late Stage!

The one to the right.

Indeed a middle-aged woman, as agile as a leopard. Her features bore a hint of masculinity, rather handsome. Her tanned skin stretched over lean muscles, a binding cloth beneath her collarbone leaving faint marks. Her arms, as thick as thighs, were wrapped with layers of pale white bandages.

Outlining incredibly sturdy muscle shapes.

A three-inch old scar lay on the outside of her right thigh, undulating like a red snake with the muscles’ movement. A fierce aura, like that of a tiger or leopard, came directly at them.

Northern Secret Martial World, Hall Master of Benglei Martial Arts Hall, Yuan Jing!

Late Stage of Transformation Realm, renowned for power like thunder and punches like mountain collapse.

Benglei Martial Arts Hall ranks in the upper tier among Second-class Factions in the Northern Secret Martial World.

Finally, also standing behind the Candle Sect.

A white linen robe flapped wildly in the wind, his seemingly frail frame secretly charged with immense power. The elder’s knuckles were thick like bamboo roots, with blue veins on the hand’s back bulging like dragons. He stood barefoot, his back slightly hunched. Yet, the surging aura around him faintly formed an invisible vortex.

Western Secret Martial Realm, one of the five First-class Sects, Eight Heavenly Dragon Style!

Vice Sect Leader, Jiao Ze.