"Dad."
Zheng Xiaoman tugged at Zheng Yan’s sleeve.
Zheng Yan stared silently at the two plaques for a long while before finally speaking: "Co with ."
After he spoke, he turned around and headed deeper inside.
Zheng Xiaoman winked at Xu Yang, then put her little hands behind her back, imitating an adult, and followed right behind Zheng Yan.
Xu Yang felt a weight lift from his heart and quickly followed after them.
The further they went, the more stones appeared, forming what seed like a vast and bizarre stone forest.
At the sa ti, the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi grew even more barren.
It was even more desolate than a wasteland.
At a glance, the ground was completely bare—not a single low-grade Spirit Elixir could be seen.
This was the kind of place that no one would pay any real attention to.
Xu Yang’s thoughts stirred—if Zheng Xiaoman’s family could survive for generations in the Land of the Fallen, that was no small feat.
Their choice to hide here must be anything but simple!
After all, over the years, countless Martial Artists from the outside had entered the Land of the Fallen.
Simply surviving here was already a skill.
Suddenly—
Zheng Yan walked straight toward a plain-looking boulder.
Zheng Xiaoman followed without a trace of hesitation.
Seeing this, Xu Yang’s pupils shrank slightly.
Swoosh swoosh!
The father and daughter vanished into the boulder, disappearing without a trace.
Xu Yang murmured inwardly, "Just as I thought!"
But to his surprise, even probing with all his strength, he couldn’t detect a single clue.
Even when Zheng Xiaoman and her father entered the stone, there wasn’t the slightest ripple.
It was like a faint splash of water in the vast ocean, instantly lost and subrged.
Xu Yang took a deep breath, walked forward, and stepped in.
Buzz!
Swoosh!
He felt his body twist as if pulled by an invisible force.
His vision blurred, and he imdiately felt his feet touch the ground again.
Opening his eyes, he found himself in a small, self-contained secret realm.
The sky was azure, with wisps of void visible in the distance.
The earth stretched wide, the hills rolling!
The mountains were lush and streams clear—a refined and elegant environnt.
Here, however, the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi was astonishing, almost rivaling the concentration at the core of the Land of the Fallen.
A glimr of surprise flashed in Xu Yang’s eyes, and then he saw a few more people standing beside Zheng Xiaoman and Zheng Yan.
There were two middle-aged n, three won, and a boy of eleven or twelve.
The boy was staring at him curiously.
The others, however, didn’t look pleased at all.
There was a hint of hostility in their eyes.
So this is their family... Xu Yang’s expression turned solemn as he stepped up slowly.
"Greetings, honored seniors."
Xu Yang cupped his fists in salute.
"You’re the descendant of the first Qianhuang?"
A middle-aged man who resembled Zheng Yan fixed Xu Yang with a sharp, unkind gaze.
His cultivation was also at the High-tier True Monarch level.
"That’s right!"
Xu Yang replied gravely, "Mr. Zheng should have explained things to you. I’m sorry for what has happened to you all."
"This ti I ca here because of the Qianhuang’s token—perhaps there’s a sliver of hope, but I cannot promise anything!"
"Promise?"
"You think we need your promise?"
The middle-aged man let out a cold laugh, his eyes blazing with fury: "Our entire family has been trapped here for nearly ten thousand years, generation after generation. Do you know how long ten thousand years is?"
His angry roar echoed throughout the world.
The three won in the back looked dazed and lost.
They’d gotten used to it, or so it seed.
But had they really?
Boom!
Before the man’s roar fell, he suddenly exploded into action.
His curved hand ca clawing in, ferocious as a tiger or beast, snatching as if plucking sothing from a bag!
The strike was wild and vicious, the space itself shuddered like thunder, erupting with a mighty bang!
"Second Uncle!"
Zheng Xiaoman’s expression changed; she called hastily in a low voice.
The middle-aged man ignored her.
"Brat, aren’t you the descendant of Qianhuang? Perfect—let use you as an outlet for my anger first."
"You don’t mind, do you?"
Damn!
Hearing this, Xu Yang couldn’t help but curse inwardly.
If I said I minded, would you stop?
But he was secretly relieved—it was the weakest one attacking.
The other middle-aged man’s cultivation was similar to Zheng Yan’s—both were at True Monarch Perfection.
High-tier True Monarch—he wasn’t afraid of that!
Xu Yang stepped back and grinned, "Of course I don’t mind!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his sleeves fluttered as power surged through his whole body.
Boom!
He threw a punch.
Bang!
A wild tide of force exploded into the sky.
Both figures shot back at the sa ti.
"Hm?"
"Pretty strong."
The middle-aged man was surprised, then sneered, "In that case, this will be even more satisfying."
"Just don’t start crying when I beat you up!"
Boom!
His aura burst forth like a raging fla, savage as a wild beast, tearing through the air, closing the gap in an instant.
His strength shot up—he clearly held nothing back now!
Seeing this, Xu Yang’s expression remained unchanged. The Asura Blood Saber instantly appeared in his hand.
"Since that’s how it is, I won’t be polite either."
Clang!
"Chaotic Void Celestial Saber!"
Whoosh!
The area within a thousand ters was instantly drowned in countless saber shadows, wildly colliding.
Zheng Yan and the others all looked shocked.
"This kid’s strength is incredible!"
"Is Yaoxian going to get steamrolled?"
"No way!"
Worried, his eldest brother Zheng Yan managed a small smile: "No doubt this kid is extraordinary, but he must be relying on so Secret Technique."
Crack!
A muffled, thunderous explosion erupted, unleashing a wave of force that swept in every direction like a thunderbolt.
One figure quivered beneath the sea of saber shadows!
Zheng Yaoxian’s pupils shrank, horror flooding his face.
"How is this possible?"
He felt his strength suddenly sealed and locked down!
"Break for !"
He struggled wildly, his brow trembling as a strange spirit mark—shaped like a finger bone—flared between his brows.
As soon as it appeared, it solidified instantly, stabbing toward Xu Yang like a divine finger descending.
A terrifying rippling force exploded forth.
"Lock!"
Xu Yang intoned inwardly.
The power of Heaven Locking exploded, causing the mark’s finger projection to pause slightly.
In that split second, Xu Yang slashed again.
"Heaven-Crushing Divine Saber!"
CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG!!!
The saber’s ringing was so sharp it made everyone’s skin crawl.
Zheng Yan and his companions went pale, their eyes rounding wide.
Rumble rumble rumble!!
A twisted saber shadow shot toward Zheng Yaoxian’s spirit mark like a breaking bamboo, as if layer after layer of saber light was stacked within, the erupting might as mighty as a mountain collapsing or a tsunami flooding the world.
Like a terrifying natural disaster co to life!
Bam!
The spirit mark shuddered, instantly retreating inside.
Zheng Yaoxian grunted, spitting a mouthful of blood as he tumbled away, battered and miserable.
Zheng Xiaoman stared with her mouth agape in shock, "This guy’s really that strong? Second Uncle actually got smacked flying."
"So powerful."
The little boy next to her, never having seen anything like this, cheered aloud excitedly.
His mother’s face turned black; she couldn’t help pinching the boy’s cheek.
"So strong, this is definitely not just so Secret Technique boosting his strength."
"His foundation must be ten tis—no, more than ten tis—deeper than ours!"
"I even suspect this isn’t his full strength."
Zheng Yan’s eldest brother muttered, unable to help himself, his eyes brimming over with astonishnt.
The Zheng Family had produced Shenxiao Realm experts before, but for depth and sheer battle power, never anything like this.
After all, while they couldn’t leave, their cultivation here far surpassed the outside world!
The Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi was astounding, and they lacked no spirit sources!
With all kinds of precious dicines and Spiritual Objects!
No exaggeration—even if limited by talent, in terms of foundation and power among peers, even the top Martial Artists of the Seven Great Powers could barely compete with them.
But now, Zheng Yaoxian had been casually defeated by this little brat who probably hadn’t even grown all his hair yet.
Xu Yang floated in midair, his aura surging like a tide—there wasn’t the slightest sign of exhaustion!
He looked to Zheng Yan and slowly said, "If you seniors don’t think that’s enough, I truly don’t mind—a chance to fight True Monarch Perfection experts is an honor for !"
A fighting spirit, open and undisguised, surged forth, aid straight at Zheng Yan and his elder brother!
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