As if realizing what was about to happen, a trace of panic flashed across Thunder King Salon’s face, and he tried to use his power to escape from Xiao Tian’s attack range.
However, just as he was about to activate his True Qi, the fierce force that struck his chest interrupted him, and the True Qi couldn’t be gathered, scattering instead.
These fragnted and chaotic True Qi were clearly insufficient to support Thunder King Salon’s body technique.
"Wait...wait, I..." Thunder King Salon finally couldn’t maintain his composure and hurriedly reached out to stop Xiao Tian’s blow.
However, before he could finish his words of surrender, the milky white armor on his chest suddenly shattered, spreading cracks like a spider web.
Once the armor condensed from the True Qi broke, the backlash force caused Thunder King Salon to spit out a spray of blood.
Simultaneously, the armor on his body could no longer hold, and with a thunderous sound, Thunder King Salon was knocked off the arena by the explosive counterforce.
What happened next left everyone in shock.
As soon as Thunder King Salon left the arena’s boundary, his figure began to disappear slowly but visibly, as if traveling through ti and space.
Thunder King Salon’s face showed a struggling expression, as if a dark hand in the shadows was pulling him into endless darkness.
Soon after, Thunder King Salon’s lips moved twice, but he didn’t have ti to cry for help, not even a scream, as he vanished without a trace, leaving everyone standing there, too scared to move.
Despite the bloody lesson already present before them, there were still those with weaker resolve who couldn’t help but take a step backward.
It was this single step that seed like a foot into the realm of death...
"Help, help !"
A voice filled with fear rang from the back of the crowd, waking everyone from their stupor.
Everyone turned to look and saw a master, sweating heavily, struggling.
The master’s body was leaning forward, with one foot disappearing into the darkness. No matter how he struggled, he couldn’t break free, and his body kept moving closer to the darkness, his eyes filled with a desperate plea.
Seeing the desperate struggle in his eyes, a nearby master couldn’t help but be moved, subconsciously reaching out and then stomping heavily, pulling with all his might on the hand of the master trapped in the darkness.
When the onlookers saw the master with one foot in the darkness gradually being pulled out, a hint of joy appeared in their eyes, at least indicating that the surrounding darkness was not as invulnerable as they had imagined.
As long as they gathered their strength and supported each other, there was still a way out!
However, imagination is always beautiful, but reality is extrely cruel.
Just as everyone looked forward to the master being pulled free, they failed to notice that the savior master was already drenched in sweat, veins bulging on his forehead.
With his teeth clenched, he couldn’t explain the situation. If he let go, all previous efforts would be in vain, so he had to grit his teeth and hold on, hoping soone would notice his plight.
However, the savior’s hope was ultimately in vain. Even when the trapped master was almost freed, with only an ankle still in the darkness, no one stepped forward to help.
Fortunately, he could endure, and as long as he continued this way, he believed it wouldn’t take long to rescue the trapped person.
However, just as the savior was preparing to exert all his strength to pull the trapped person out in one go, a sudden change occurred...
The savior felt a surge of imnse force transmit through the arm of the trapped person, making him unstable on his feet, as if sothing or soone in the darkness was teasing his inadequacy.
It was only then that the masters realized sothing was wrong and rushed to assist.
The quickest-responding, nearest master reached out imdiately, only to grab nothing but empty air.
Raising his head in surprise, he saw a face full of resentnt and unwillingness, but it disappeared in a flash, as if it had never existed.
In a brief mont, Thunder King Salon and two masters vanished in front of everyone’s eyes under strange circumstances, leaving the crowd bewildered, not knowing whether they were in a dream or reality, feeling everything around them was surreal!
...
In the next mont, Hidden Needle’s raspy voice snapped the crowd out of their daze.
"Who on earth are you?!" The anger in his tone was almost tangible, and the suppressed killing intent pierced like a sharp blade, aid directly at the man who had interfered earlier.
At this mont, Xiao Tian recognized the person who had intervened to help before—it was none other than Sun Miaohan’s loyal pursuer, Tao Zhenghao!
Hearing Hidden Needle’s question, Tao Zhenghao’s expression remained unchanged, and he righteously declared, "Just a person who sees injustice!"
Hidden Needle was montarily speechless by this, the muscles on his face twitching under his mask, as the black mist around him began to roil, quickly engulfing his figure.
Tao Zhenghao stood fearlessly, gazing calmly at the turbulent black mist not far ahead, his sharp eyes seemingly piercing through Hidden Needle’s facade, directly seeing his concealed figure.
However, before Tao Zhenghao could react, Xiao Tian, who had already steadied his breathing, suddenly held a small bell-like object in his hand. Injecting bright yellow True Qi, the bell began to rapidly expand.
Seeing it was almost ti, Xiao Tian tossed the bell and imdiately darted into its coverage area the mont the giant bell landed.
Bang!
After a deafening crash, the giant bell landed firmly on the arena, enveloping both Hidden Needle and Xiao Tian, disappearing from everyone’s sight.
The fall of the enormous bell brought more than just a huge noise; it also emitted visible sound waves, buzzing in everyone’s ears and echoing in their minds.
At this mont, everyone except Tao Zhenghao covered their ears and temporarily blocked their hearing to avoid further harm.
anwhile, Tao Zhenghao, looking at the giant bell that was three people high and large enough to accommodate dozens standing side by side, stood as if struck by lightning, unable to move or speak for a long ti.
Sun Miaohan actually handed the Demon-Suppressing Bell to that person...
At this mont, Tao Zhenghao finally confird two things.
First, Sun Miaohan truly possessed the ancient treasure, the Demon-Suppressing Bell.
As for the second thing, it was that everything he experienced before was not an illusion.
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