Xia Feng sneered, the Great Dao of Music around him becoming even more intense, while the Infinite Divine Armor somehow appeared around his body, effortlessly blocking the attacks from the people opposite.

Chang Lu was startled, instinctively wanting to ask where Xia Feng got his Divine Armor from, knowing that such an item is extremely rare, and there may not be many pieces within the entire Celestial Sound Divine Domain.

Given the capabilities of the Celestial Sound Sect, it was impossible for them to possess a Divine Armor, yet Xia Feng was wearing one.

For a moment, suspicion filled Chang Lu’s heart, as he began to doubt Xia Feng’s identity.

How could a Divine King not have Divine Armor, and yet a mud-lad from the countryside has one?

Could it be they were wrong?

Is this kid not a mud-lad from the Lower Realm, but rather an heir of an Ancient Great Race?

If not, where did this Divine Armor come from?

However, as he thought to stop and inquire, the geniuses behind him had no such plans, each one staring at the Divine Armor on Xia Feng with an unmovable gaze.

The greed in their expressions was almost unbearable for Xia Feng to look at, causing him to slightly furrow his brows, growing more impatient.

The movements of his hands sped up slightly, the second sound of the God-Burying Bell followed closely.

Chang Lu, who originally wanted to ask questions, froze, his entire Divine Soul starting to oscillate violently with the God-Burying Bell in Xia Feng’s hand.

The geniuses with weaker Divine Souls in the back were no longer just vomiting, blood was beginning to seep from their seven orifices, their mouths agape as if wanting to beg for mercy, but Xia Feng had no intention of giving them the chance to be noisy.

He effortlessly and casually struck the God-Burying Bell with his right hand, the bell living up to expectations and displaying its incredibly powerful lethality.

Each sound seemed to contain the terrifying Great Dao of Music, and by the end, Chang Lu even suspected that it wasn’t just Great Dao anymore but the actual Power of Rules.

The geniuses wanted to inquire, but each time they opened their mouths they couldn’t stop the blood, causing many to collapse to the ground as they attempted to withstand the intense pain.

Standing in the back, Qi Wan’Er’s eyes briefly showed a hint of reluctance, but she quickly turned her head away from the suffering geniuses of the Low Tone Sect.

At this moment, she pitied these people, but at the beginning, these people with their arrogance had no intention of pitying her.

Today, it was all due to Xia Feng’s formidable strength that these geniuses were held back by him alone; had there been no Xia Feng today, or had Xia Feng not demonstrated such powerful combat prowess, these people would surely not have spared Qi Wan’Er easily.

Thinking of this, Qi Wan’Er directly shifted her gaze onto Xia Feng, looking at him with pride as if she were the one who was so incredible.

Chang Lu still wanted to struggle a bit more, clenching a Divine Talisman in his hand, barely withstanding the fourth sound of the Nine Sounds of God Burial.

"Kid, aren’t you afraid of offending the Divine King of the Low Tone Sect by doing this?"

"You’re merely a Celestial God. Currently, in the Secret Realm, the Divine Kings can’t intervene, but you’ll eventually leave this place."

"The Divine King of the Celestial Sound Sect is useless, a mere mud not up to the wall. The way you’re tormenting our people from the Low Tone Sect today, aren’t you afraid of the Low Tone Sect coming after you once we get out?"

He took a deep breath, seeing Xia Feng’s cold expression unchanged, his heart even more fearful.

"Even if you’re not afraid of the Low Tone Sect, can you guarantee that the Celestial Sound Sect can survive intact against the siege of my Low Tone Sect?"

Even at this point, Chang Lu still wanted to belittle the Celestial Sound Sect, disregarding the increasingly cold expression on Xia Feng’s face.

"Kid, we give the Celestial Sound Sect a bit of face, maintaining the Celestial Sound Orthodoxy. If we don’t give it face, I’m afraid within a few days after leaving the Secret Realm, the Celestial Sound Sect might not even need to exist anymore."

Xia Feng coldly laughed, "Is this a threat?"

Chang Lu seemed to realize that his life was still in Xia Feng’s hands, and saying so much at this moment might provoke him.

Chang Lu pulled out a somewhat ugly smile, "I didn’t mean that, just analyzing how this seems a bit unwise."

"If you let us leave, once we’re out, we’ll surely explain the matters in the Secret Realm to the Low Tone Divine King, ensuring he doesn’t vent his anger on the Celestial Sound Sect."

Xia Feng’s cold smile widened, "Let you leave?"

"If you walk out alive, you’d surely instigate the Low Tone Divine King to attack the Celestial Sound Sect."

He slightly tilted his head as if stretching his muscles, his right hand almost without hesitation hammering down again.

"Only the dead can keep secrets and won’t cause new troubles."

"So, just die peacefully."

After speaking, the fifth sound of the God-Burying Bell rang out, soul waves shaking around, causing all geniuses to spit out a mouthful of essence blood, visibly more withered.

Standing in the back, the geniuses with the weakest Divine Souls had already fainted. Those like Chang Lu standing in the front only felt severe headaches; unable to stabilize their Divine Souls, they couldn’t gather Divine Power, let alone mobilize the Great Dao to fight back.

These few could only hold their respective life-saving items, trying to delay time a bit and negotiate with Xia Feng to see how they might preserve their lives.

However, Xia Feng obviously lacked the patience, his right hand forming a fist, wrapped with the Great Dao of Celestial Sound, and he fiercely struck the God-Burying Bell again, making the whole mountain topple like it was shaking."

Chang Lu, unwilling to give up, struggled persistently, "Aren’t you afraid what I said before will become true?"

Xia Feng couldn’t be bothered to answer him, the Celestial Sound Great Dao striking the God-Burying Bell grew more intense; as he successfully executed the Nine Sounds of God Burial, the aura of the surrounding geniuses completely dissipated, even their Divine Souls were shattered by the residual ripples from the God-Burying Bell.

Chang Lu was the most tenacious of all, lasting until the ninth sound before his body exploded, while those behind him had ceased breathing by the sixth or seventh sound.

After finishing the Nine Sounds of God Burial, Xia Feng stood still for quite some time.

Qi Wan’Er, with a bit of concern, stepped forward, only to find that Xia Feng’s eyes seemed to flicker with the Great Dao Rules, clearly having comprehended some new rules while using the Nine Sounds of God Burial.

She didn’t disturb Xia Feng’s comprehension, instead turning to command the remaining followers to tidy up the surrounding aftermath.

It must be known that the Low Tone Sect was one of the relatively strong sects in the Celestial Sound Divine Domain, and these geniuses had many good items on hand.

At this point, Qi Wan’Er asked them to clean up the aftermath, certainly taking the best Divine Artifacts, but there would also be plenty that Xia Feng and Qi Wan’Er did not care for left behind.

These items would be enough for the followers of the Celestial Sound Sect to raise their strength significantly.