Song Hansheng glanced at the six members of the Changming Sect trapped in the formation, a trace of doubt rising in his heart.
Wait, he remembered that he hadn't trapped Ye Qiao and the others at all.
He cast a suspicious glance at Su Zhuo, who was currently locked in combat with the Wenjian Sect disciples, and secretly wondered: Could Su Zhuo have thrown the binding formation?
But no matter how useless Ming Xuan was, he shouldn't be unable to break even the most basic trapping formation of the Yueqing Sect.
With doubts lingering in his mind, Song Hansheng had no time to ponder further. He simply suppressed his thoughts, his fingertips quickly activating talismans to lay down a formation, and resumed his fierce battle with Ye Qinghan.
...
Meanwhile, inside the formation, Ye Qiao intentionally pretended to be trapped, shouting at the top of her lungs, “We can't get out! Someone save us!”
Song Hansheng let out a cold sneer, not bothering to pay her any attention.
Ye Qinghan's face remained calm as well, completely unmoved.
Luo Qingyu: “...”
The people of the Changming Sect really loved to put on a show.
Outside the secret realm, Qin Huai and Zhai Chen watched this scene and couldn't help but offer a serious assessment, “The way the Changming Sect crowd operates is truly outrageous...”
...
Ye Qiao and her group sat comfortably inside the formation, watching the other two sects fight tooth and nail outside.
She pulled out a handful of melon seeds, cracking them open as she casually complained, “Ye Qinghan is no good. He's been fighting for so long and still can't beat Song Hansheng.”
Xue Yu joined in cracking melon seeds beside her, nodding in deep agreement. “Indeed. I should probably treat Ming Xuan better in the future. Otherwise, if we run into real trouble, I might not even know how I died.”
Hearing this clearly from the side, Ming Xuan immediately protested, “Hey, hey, hey, I heard that!”
Luo Qingyu slowly cracked a melon seed and said calmly, “After all, this is a talisman cultivator's home turf. Sword cultivators are at a disadvantage, so it's only normal that he can't win.”
Zhou Xingyun nodded silently, expressing his deep agreement.
Holding a handful of melon seeds, Mu Zhongxi fished a paper packet out of his storage ring and asked the others, “I still have some jerky and Osmanthus rice cakes I bought outside earlier. Who wants some?”
As soon as he finished speaking, several hands shot up in unison.
The group sat inside the formation, chewing on jerky and pastries while leisurely watching the world-shaking battle raging outside.
The spectators outside were completely dumbfounded.
“Are you kidding me?! Who brings melon seeds and jerky into a secret realm?”
“Are they here to participate in the secret realm trial, or did they just come to watch a show?!”
The corners of several Sect Masters' and elders' mouths twitched in unison.
Qin Fanfan watched his disciples' slacking, pleasure-seeking behavior, his temples throbbing. The deep, solemn aura he had just forced himself to project almost crumbled.
...
Outside the formation in the secret realm, Song Hansheng and Ye Qinghan were locked in a fierce battle, the collision of their spiritual energy producing endless rumbles.
After finishing the pastry in her hand, Ye Qiao watched the fading binding formation and clapped her hands. “Let's go.”
Mu Zhongxi raised his hand and slashed open the nearly dissipated formation with his sword.
With the disappearance of the binding formation, Song Hansheng immediately noticed the situation of the Changming Sect members. It couldn't be helped; their presence was simply too strong.
Zhou Xingyun looked at Ye Qiao and said, “I'll handle Song Hansheng. You guys deal with the rest as you see fit.”
Luo Qingyu's gaze instantly locked onto Yunque, and she called out loudly, “Hey, Yunque, we meet again.”
Yunque was already suppressing a surge of anger. Seeing that she was alone, she raised her hand and threw a talisman directly at her.
Luo Qingyu shifted her steps slightly, easily dodging to the side.
Giggling, she pulled a handgun out of her storage ring. “Why so angry? How about I treat you to some tea in the elimination seats to help you cool down?”
With that, she pulled the trigger. With two loud bangs, the bullets exploded in the air. Several shockwaves of spiritual energy struck Yunque, leaving her quite battered and bruised.
Luo Qingyu seized the opportunity to step forward, kicking Yunque hard and knocking her to the ground.
Yunque's entire body ached as if her bones were falling apart. Curled up on the ground in pain, she struggled in a panic, “No! You can't—”
Luo Qingyu completely ignored her words. She reached out, snatched the identity jade token from Yunque's waist, and was about to crush it.
Just then, Su Zhuo hastily broke away to rush to her aid.
“Junior Sister!”
Ye Qiao blocked him with her sword, pointing the blade directly at Su Zhuo. “Hey, hey, hey, we're in the middle of a fight! Why are you suddenly running off? That's disrespectful to your opponent, you know?”
With that, she raised her sword and locked Su Zhuo in combat, and the two resumed their fight.
On the other side, Luo Qingyu seized the opportunity, and with a sharp crack, the jade token was crushed.
[Yueqing Sect, Yunque eliminated!]
Out of the corner of his eye, Su Zhuo saw his Junior Sister get eliminated. His heart sank, and his moves instantly grew a bit chaotic.
As a result, Ye Qiao caught an opening and kicked him hard in the chest, her sword tip resting steadily against his throat.
“Will you crush your jade token and eliminate yourself, or should I help you?”
Su Zhuo still wanted to play the emotional card, murmuring, “Second Senior Sister, could you...”
Just then, Luo Qingyu walked straight over and interrupted him, her tone somewhat impatient. “Why do you people from the Yueqing Sect talk so much nonsense?”
Without waiting for him to say another word, she reached out, snatched the identity jade token from his waist, and forcefully crushed it.
[Yueqing Sect, Su Zhuo eliminated!]
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