CHAPTER 111: CHAPTER 111: THE MYSTERIOUS ELDERLY AND TWO YOUNGSTERS

"Master, who are these people? How could they be fighting so fiercely in such harsh conditions?"

One old and two young figures floated in mid-air, a large black umbrella hovering above them. The umbrella constantly rotated, deflecting all lightning strikes to the side.

The youth looked at the intense battle in the distance, a serious expression on his face.

Why are so many people ganging up on that young man and woman? he wondered. What deep-seated grudge could there be?

What surprised him was that the cultivation bases of the young man and woman were not high, yet they could withstand the siege from so many people.

The current battle was incredibly intense, but the pair resisted all attacks, dragging the fight into a stalemate.

The black-robed elder’s eyes glinted as he said lightly, "The larger group should be from the three great Sects of the Shenfeng Dynasty: the Yu Mo Sect, the Shen Heng Sect, and the Qitian Sword Sect. Judging by the age of these youths, they should all be the Disciples of Heaven’s Pride from these three great Sects."

"Bullying the few with numbers! They don’t have the slightest bit of heroic spirit!" the beautiful young woman beside him huffed angrily.

"That’s not necessarily true. Perhaps this pair of young prodigies initiated the provocation?" the black-haired elder chuckled, a playful look in his eyes.

The young woman pouted and said, "How could that be possible, Master? Who in the Shenfeng Dynasty would dare provoke the Disciples of Heaven’s Pride from these three great Sects? This young pair couldn’t possibly be so unwise, could they?"

"Hmm, let me see if their elders are around..."

The black-haired elder, with his hands behind his back, surveyed the surroundings. He released his Divine Sense, and within a thousand-li radius, he found no experts.

This is strange. This young man and woman are, by rights, remarkable prodigies. Could their elders be so unconcerned as to let them fight to the death here? the elder muttered to himself, a flicker of suspicion on his face.

He was a Cultivator at the Tenth Level of the Destiny Realm, and his Divine Sense was terrifyingly powerful.

He scanned the surroundings again but found no Protector for the young man and woman.

This was somewhat contrary to convention.

But how could such an outstanding young man and woman appear in this tiny Shenfeng Dynasty? They’re almost comparable to the two monstrous disciples I’ve taught.

"Observe their battle carefully. If the two of you were to fight the two of them, what are your chances of winning?" the black-haired elder suddenly asked with a smile.

The youth and the young woman remained silent, carefully observing the fierce battle in the distance.

As geniuses at the Tenth Layer of the Divine Bridge Realm, they had naturally experienced many battles.

However, they had never witnessed such a fierce and chaotic battle scene.

Lightning bolts rained down densely from the sky, the surrounding trees also continuously shot out bolts of lightning, and sword lights, dense as a tide, swept through.

Yet, the movement technique of the young man and woman was extremely skillful. They transformed into Divine Dragon Phantoms, making it difficult to distinguish the real from the illusory. No attack could touch them.

"Such powerful movement techniques!" the young woman exclaimed, shock filling her eyes.

They had seen many prodigies, but in terms of movement techniques, only this young man and woman, at the Fifth Level of the Divine Bridge Realm, had reached such a level of perfection.

"Master, that young man and woman should be no match for us!"

After observing for a moment, the youth came to this conclusion. As he stated it, a hint of arrogance unknowingly surfaced deep in his eyes.

"Heh." The black-haired elder chuckled and nodded in agreement. After all, these were the two monstrous disciples he had poured countless efforts into nurturing.

In terms of cultivation base or individual strength, they far surpassed the young man and woman on the battlefield.

He gazed at the distant battlefield and smiled. "That young man and woman also have the bloodline of a Divine Beast flowing within them—it should be the Dragon God Bloodline, similar to our Xuan bird lineage. However, this pair of young talents is quite good, yet they don’t even have a Protector. If they were to fall here, it would truly be a pity!"

"Master, that just shows those two are too conceited. They’re just a couple of fools!" the youth snorted coldly, his gaze as sharp as two swords. A powerful Sword Intent naturally emanated from him.

The three of them silently observed the battle.

「Meanwhile, at the heart of the battle.」

Luo Li and Jun Moxiao fought with increasing valor. Their bodies, reformed by the Ancestral Dragon Essence Blood, granted them enduring strength and astonishing stamina; they seemed to never know fatigue.

In contrast, the people from the three great Sects were already showing signs of faltering. Their Mana and stamina were severely depleted. Although they could consume pills to replenish their Mana, the rate of replenishment was far slower than the rate of Mana consumption.

These Disciples of Heaven’s Pride from the three great Sects were extremely frustrated; no matter how they attacked, they simply couldn’t touch the two.

「Two hours later.」

The people from the three great Sects began to show signs of fatigue.

The three people observing from afar finally showed surprise on their faces.

"Master, is the Dragon God Bloodline truly that powerful? To enable them to fight for so long without any sign of fatigue?" the youth asked, frowning.

If Junior Sister and I were to fight the members of those three great Sects simultaneously, even with our Profound Bird Bloodline, we couldn’t possibly last this long without showing any signs of fatigue.

"Theoretically, it shouldn’t be. Currently, the Cultivators on the continent who possess the Dragon God Bloodline all have extremely diluted bloodlines; they definitely couldn’t last this long," the black-haired elder mused.

"Then why can they?" the young woman pressed.

"I’m not entirely sure about that. Perhaps they possess some kind of treasure," the black-haired elder smiled.

"A treasure?"

The youth’s eyes instantly lit up. When he looked at the battle again, his gaze was completely different.

What Cultivator in this world wouldn’t covet a treasure that could continuously replenish Mana and stamina during battle? he thought. Especially since Junior Sister and I are about to participate in a major battle; we need precisely such treasures to enhance our combat power.

"Master, why don’t I go kill them both!" the youth suddenly drew his sword, a sharp aura emanating from him.

"No need to rush. Let’s observe the situation first," the black-haired elder replied with a faint smile.

The young woman beside him giggled. "Senior Brother, Master means for you to ’sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight,’ to ’reap the fisherman’s profit.’ Don’t you even understand that?"

"Understood! Understood!" The youth shook his head helplessly and slung the sword behind his back.

The three continued to observe the battle’s development, ready to act according to the situation at any time.

「Another hour later.」

The state of the battle underwent a fundamental reversal.

The Disciples of Heaven’s Pride from the three great Sects were all sweating profusely, exhausted to the point of collapse, and were defeated one by one by Luo Li and Jun Moxiao.

In the blink of an eye, they suffered a crushing defeat.

In a mere instant, astonishing sword lights flashed, striking countless Disciples of Heaven’s Pride from the three great Sects.

"Run!" The Disciples of Heaven’s Pride from the three great Sects who had reached the Ninth and Tenth Layer of the Divine Bridge Realm were scared out of their wits. Their fighting spirit completely gone, they turned and fled.

"Trying to run?" Jun Moxiao sneered, and a swath of sword light swept out.

SHIING!

A sword light like a long rainbow suddenly descended from the sky, forcefully shattering Jun Moxiao’s attack.

A youth stood arrogantly on the ground, gazing at Jun Moxiao with a cold, cruel smile playing on his lips.