PHS Chapter 170 (Patreon)

Chapter 170: Could This Attract Zhang Baichuan?

"Who's there?" the Golden Crow Second Prince roared.

Watching the sword light slash toward him, his soul nearly left his body in terror. Just as he tried to escape, he was completely engulfed by the vast, overwhelming sword qi.

BOOM!

A deafening explosion erupted. The most brilliant sword light imaginable burst from the ground, radiating in all directions from the impact point and sweeping across the heavens. Endless stretches of land were annihilated, countless mountains pulverized into fine dust.

The sheer might of this single sword strike shocked innumerable people, its power felt even thousands of li away.

"Saint-level might? Did a Saint enter the realm?"

"Impossible! Someone must've used a Saint-level divine ability or secret treasure!"

Many turned their gazes toward the disturbance, but none dared approach. Since someone had deployed Saint-level power, it was best to keep away—lest they witness something they shouldn't and be silenced forever.

After a long while, the sword light finally dissipated. A sliver of golden radiance, enveloping a remnant soul, shot skyward.

It was the Golden Crow Second Prince's divine soul. Protected by a special treasure, it had managed to withstand the blow. Though his soul survived, his physical body had been utterly destroyed.

As for the Young Lord of the Bifang Clan and their respective Dao Protectors—they weren't so fortunate.

Clearly, their life-saving artifacts weren't strong enough. The sword strike obliterated them into flying ash.

"Their storage rings... they weren't destroyed, were they?" Feng Nishang clicked her tongue.

It was her first time using such a terrifying trump card. She'd never imagined a Saint's sword strike could be this horrifying, capable of annihilating everything in its path. Whether the storage rings had survived was anyone's guess.

She emerged from the void and landed on the ravaged ground. After careful searching, she found three storage rings and sighed in relief.

Thankfully, they were undamaged.

The material of these rings was high quality—they remained perfectly intact. Such items were typically worn on the hand; if they weren't durable enough to withstand battles, constantly having them destroyed would be a massive headache. Given the power of the Golden Crow and Bifang Clans, their storage rings' quality was naturally guaranteed.

Feng Nishang's divine sense probed one ring. Her eyes immediately lit up with joy. The sword strike had been well worth it—from this ring alone, she'd obtained four Saint-level spirit herbs, one even at the Saint King level.

The other two rings contained slightly less but still held three Saint-level spirit herbs each.

"As expected," Feng Nishang chuckled softly. "Killing and looting really is the fastest way to get rich."

While the Grand Luo Sword Sect disciples began collecting the Great Saint-level spirit herb, a streak of golden light shot across the sky.

Many witnessed this scene.

"Is that..." a young prodigy muttered in disbelief, looking skyward. "The Golden Crow Second Prince's remnant soul?"

He glanced at the direction the golden light was fleeing, then back toward where the sword strike had originated. The prodigy was utterly stunned. So that devastating sword light just now... had been aimed at the Golden Crow Second Prince?

The world was insane. Someone actually dared attack the Golden Crow Clan with a killing blow, even using Saint-level divine abilities. If the Golden Crow Second Prince hadn't possessed extra trump cards, he would've died.

"This Mystic Realm of Creation is even more chaotic than we thought," another prodigy beside him said gravely. "I just heard that Ao Cang of the True Dragon Clan was heavily wounded by Lin Zhan. Half his body was shattered—if he hadn't escaped quickly, he would've died here."

"So the sixth-ranked on the Demon Prodigy Leaderboard is no match for the third on the Human Prodigy Leaderboard?" someone asked quietly.

"Obviously!" The first prodigy rolled his eyes.

"Tensions between human and demon races are rising again. I heard the prodigies from the Heavenly Phoenix and True Phoenix clans joined forces and nearly killed Zhao Changfeng, who's ranked seventh on the Human Prodigy Leaderboard."

"Even when the sixth-ranked human prodigy rushed to help, it was useless—he ended up heavily injured too," a man in purple robes added quietly, gazing in the sky.

The Heavenly Phoenix and True Phoenix clan prodigies were ranked fourth and fifth on the Demon Prodigy Leaderboard. Together, they could dominate the entire Mystic Realm of Creation. Even someone like Ye Chen wouldn't have an easy time against them. The human prodigies were ranked sixth and seventh, facing the duo separately instead of fighting together. Escaping with their lives was the greatest fortune in their misfortune.

How much time had passed?

Many top-ranked prodigies had already been severely wounded and forced to leave the Mystic Realm of Creation. The Golden Crow Second Prince wasn't the first, and he certainly wouldn't be the last.

He was merely the most unfortunate. At least the others were defeated in fair fights. He'd been ambushed—surviving that descending Saint's sword light at all was miraculous.

"I heard Zhang Baichuan of the Nine Nether Demonic Sect has made quite a name for himself recently?" someone asked.

"Don't even mention him," a young prodigy grimaced. "That man's a walking disaster. Wherever he goes, vicious beasts follow. Everyone he encounters suffers for it, while he alone manages to survive by sheer luck, time and again. And if that's not enough, every time he's in trouble, he somehow finds a sacred herb and coincidentally escapes calamity!"

He was confident he could defeat Zhang Baichuan in a fight, but couldn't contend with that kind of luck. He might end up killed by a beast before laying a hand on Zhang Baichuan.

"You think," the middle-aged man from before mused, "this sacred herb in front of us might attract Zhang Baichuan?"

The words had barely left his mouth when the earth suddenly began trembling. Even the sacred peak beneath their feet started shaking as if struck by a violent earthquake. Everyone looked up in unison.

At the horizon's edge, a massive dust cloud billowed upward, like ten thousand horses stampeding. At the very front, a man in black robes was fleeing with utter panic, as if running for his life without any sense of direction.

He was flying straight toward them.

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