Chapter 433

Chapter 433 Crushing

A mighty bell rang throughout the secret realm.

Hanging Mountain, already in chaos due to the extinguishing of the soul lamps of several supreme elders,

was stunned by the sound of the bell.

They realized the bell rang from the direction of the secret realm’s entrance.

This indicated that the massive alarm bell at the entrance had been rung.

And that bell would only ring in one situation:

an invasion!

Only when an irresistible and powerful enemy threatened to invade the secret realm would the bell be rung,

signaling that the entire Hanging Mountain secret realm would enter a state of maximum alert.

However, it had been countless years since the bell had been rung.

Even the vast majority of monks within the secret realm had only heard of the bell’s tale, never having heard it ring.

After all, with the heritage and power of Hanging Mountain, who in the world could possibly threaten it, let alone invade the secret realm?

Legend has it that the bell last sounded over two thousand years ago, during the conflict between the four great secret realms.

Even when that demon, wearing a ghost mask, slaughtered so many of the temple’s disciples last time, forcing them to retreat into the secret realm of Hanging Mountain, unable to leave,

the temple still didn’t sound the alarm bell despite such a humiliating situation.

So, what kind of urgent situation could force the temple to sound the alarm bell now?

For a moment, nearly every monk on Hanging Mountain was stunned and bewildered,

unable to understand what had happened .

However, some soon regained their composure and rushed to the platform at the entrance to the secret realm.

“Master, what’s happening on Hanging Mountain?”

From the corner of the earth beneath Hanging Mountain, within the Wujian Tower’s stronghold, the ghost elder asked in a horrified voice.

He didn’t know the meaning of the bell’s sound, but for some reason, a strong sense of unease welled within him.

“I don’t know.”

A dark light flickered in the Wujian Tower Master’s eyes, and he stared intently at the sky.

However, his magic wasn’t powerful enough to completely penetrate the mist and cloud formations that obscured Hanging Mountain and allow him to clearly see what was happening above.

But his heart was also trembling.

A chaotic aura emanated from Hanging Mountain, leaving him uneasy.

Unfortunately, despite his recent breakthroughs in cultivation, he still lacked the ability to fly, making it impossible for him to ascend and investigate.

“Evil demon, let go of the Supreme Elder! Otherwise, when the many powerful men of Hanging Mountain arrive, we will destroy you to pieces!”

The middle-aged monk, relieved that he had successfully sounded the alarm, shouted at Lu Qing.

However, Lu Qing merely glanced at him, and the middle-aged monk was struck as if struck by a heavy blow. He

vomited blood and flew backward, crashing into the great bell. With a loud bang, his vision went black, and he fell to the ground, dead.

“Brother Mingyi!”

the remaining middle-aged monk cried out in shock.

However, his brother was destined to be unable to answer him.

A mere Xiantian realm cultivator, bearing the brunt of Lu Qing’s golden elixir’s might, had no chance of survival.

The surviving middle-aged monk, sensing his brother’s aura fading, realized that his brother had died.

He stared at Lu Qing in horror, retreating repeatedly and falling to the ground. “Evil demon, evil demon…”

Lu Qing didn’t continue his attack because he sensed a large amount of aura rapidly approaching.

Soon, a figure landed on the platform.

“Junior Brother Minghui, what evil demon? Why has the alarm bell sounded? Senior Brother Mingyi! What happened to him?”

The figure immediately asked.

But soon, he saw the middle-aged monk, lifeless, collapsed beside the giant bell, and cried out in alarm again.

Immediately afterwards, several more figures appeared beside him.

“Junior Brother Minghui, what happened?”

“Junior Brother Mingyi!”

All the monks who arrived immediately noticed the collapsed Mingyi.

However, Minghui seemed oblivious to their words and didn’t respond, staring horrifiedly at Lu Qing ahead.

The others followed his gaze and spotted Lu Qing not far away.

Seeing the mask on Lu Qing’s face and the person he held in his hands,

everyone was shocked again. “Ghost-faced demon, Grand Elder of the Golden Bell!”

Lu Qing’s expression remained unchanged, but he sighed as he watched the monks continue to arrive.

He sensed that most of the monks from Xuankong Mountain possessed extraordinary cultivation.

There were at least a hundred in the Innate Realm alone, and quite a few in the Foundation Establishment Realm.

As expected of a power inherited from the ancient era of immortal cultivation, its foundation was truly profound.

However, despite the continuous influx of monks from Xuankong Mountain,

and even the fact that they had begun to form a battle formation upon seeing him,

Lu Qing remained motionless.

He raised his head and gazed towards the summit of Xuankong Mountain.

There, he could sense a powerful aura lurking. He

thought it must be the abbot the red-faced old monk and his companions had mentioned, the one who had transcended the Golden Core Tribulation.

However, the other party’s aura remained hidden and motionless, unwilling to reveal themselves so early, wanting to better observe their own situation.

Lu Qing smiled, looking at the monks who had formed a battle formation around him, watching him as if facing a formidable enemy.

Suddenly, he said, “Old baldy, you’re hiding there like a tortoise, afraid to show your face. Aren’t you worried that I’ll kill all of your disciples from Xuankong Mountain?”

The aura on the summit remained silent.

On the other hand, some of the surrounding monks couldn’t help but shout, “Evil demon, stop your rampage! Release Grand Elder Jinzhong immediately, or I’ll destroy you!”

“Are you talking about this old bald ass?”

Lu Qing lifted the Grand Elder Jinzhong up so all the monks could see him clearly.

Seeing the Grand Elder, once a symbol of mystery and power in the temple, being lifted up by the head, all the monks of Xuankong Mountain were filled with grief, anger, and fear. This was

especially true of Grand Elder Jinzhong. As a Grand Elder, he held such a high position in the temple.

Now, being held like a dead dog, shamelessly displayed before all the disciples, one can only imagine the humiliation he felt.

If all his strength hadn’t been suppressed, unable to use even a little, he would have wanted to explode his golden elixir and perish along with Lu Qing!

“Release the Grand Elder!” a monk shouted again!

However, no one dared to take the initiative.

“Old bald donkey, since you don’t want to show up, I will first kill all of your disciples and cut off the foundation of your Xuankong Mountain, and then I will play with you.”

Lu Qing saw that the aura of the top mountain still showed no sign of showing up, so he shook his head.

Then he exerted a little force with his hand and crushed the head of the Golden Bell Elder in his hand.

(End of this chapter)