God Destroying Pearl

Wang Yiming, the leader of Qingyun Sect, took a deep breath and tried to calm his inner turmoil.

He knew very well that if this matter was not handled properly, it would likely lead to disputes between the two sects and even affect the stability of the immortal cultivation forces near the sect.

Therefore, he must respond cautiously, maintaining the dignity of Qingyun Sect while avoiding unnecessary conflicts.

"Master Zhou, please calm down. This incident was caused by the mistake of my Qingyun Sect disciples. I am deeply sorry." Wang Yiming said sincerely, "But please believe that we have no intention of deliberately harming your disciples. When Ma Longfei wakes up, I will go to the Liehuo Sect in person to apologize to Senior Ma and discuss compensation. At the same time, I will strictly discipline my disciples to ensure that such incidents will not happen again."

Just as the words of Qingyun Sect's leader Wang Yiming were echoing in the air, trying to calm the storm, the sky seemed to be torn apart, and a deafening roar rolled in from afar like thunder, shaking the eardrums of everyone present and making their hearts tremble.

"Who is it! How dare you hurt my grandson!"

This roar contained endless anger and majesty, as if it could shake the heavens and the earth, making people involuntarily feel awe.

As the roar approached, an unprecedented terrifying pressure came from the sky, like a physical pressure, making everyone present feel an unprecedented sense of oppression. This pressure was powerful and overbearing, as if it could crush all obstacles and suffocate people.

Under this pressure, the people of Qingyun Sect were the first to bear the brunt and suffered the most severe impact.

Their faces instantly turned pale as paper, beads of sweat oozed out of their foreheads, and their bodies began to tremble involuntarily, as if they were carrying a heavy burden and could hardly support it.

Some disciples with weaker cultivation bases simply fell to their knees, unable to withstand this terrifying pressure.

Although the disciples of the Fiery Flame Sect also felt the pressure, they were much better in comparison.

There were many people with high cultivation among them who were able to barely resist this pressure, but even so, their faces were solemn and they were filled with horror.

Just when the pressure reached its peak and was about to cover the entire arena, a figure streaked across the sky like a meteor and instantly appeared in front of everyone.

He was wearing a fiery red robe, his hair and beard were standing tall, and his eyes were as bright as torches. He was none other than Ma Jueming, a powerful warrior in the early stage of transformation to the God of Fire from the Liehuo Sect.

His appearance was like the arrival of the God of Fire, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

Ma Jueming stood in the air, emitting a tremendous aura, like an invincible god of war.

His eyes were as sharp as knives, scanning the crowd below, and finally fell on the unconscious Ma Longfei.

At that moment, an indescribable pain and anger flashed in his eyes, as if he wanted to tear the person who hurt his grandson into pieces.

"Qingyun Sect, you must give me a satisfactory explanation!"

Ma Jueming's voice was low and powerful, and every word hit everyone's heart like a heavy hammer, making it impossible to ignore his anger and determination.

Faced with the sudden arrival of Ma Jueming, a powerful warrior in the early stage of the Divine Transformation Realm from the Liehuo Sect, Qingyun Sect's leader Wang Yiming couldn't help but feel ripples in his heart.

He knew very well that this competition, which was originally just an ordinary exchange and competition between the two sects, had become complicated and subtle due to Ma Longfei's accidental injury.

Especially since Ma Jueming, the ancestor of the sect with profound background, showed up in person and at such a fast speed, it was obvious that he had been lurking nearby for a long time. His purpose was self-evident, he was heading straight for Qingyun Sect.

A trace of solemnity flashed across Wang Yiming's eyes. He knew very well that he had to respond cautiously to prevent the situation from escalating further.

So, he calmed himself, took a step forward, bowed to Ma Jueming, and said with respect and sincerity: "Senior Ma, please calm down. My disciples did fail in the competition, but we never intended to offend your sect. Please be magnanimous and allow Qingyun Sect to find out the truth and give Liehuo Sect a satisfactory explanation."

However, Ma Jueming didn't seem to buy into Wang Yiming's words. He didn't even look at Wang Yiming. He just snorted coldly, his eyes as sharp as torches, looking straight in the direction of the forbidden area of ​​Qingyun Sect.

That place is the most mysterious and core place of Qingyun Sect, hiding countless secrets and heritage of the sect.

"Humph, where's old ghost Lu? Is he dead? If he's not dead, come out and speak!"

Ma Jueming's voice was as cold as ice, and every word revealed his disdain and provocation towards a certain master of Qingyun Sect.

The "Old Ghost Lu" he mentioned was none other than Lu Feiyun, the highly respected ancestor of Qingyun Sect whose cultivation had reached the early stage of Spirit Transformation. He was also one of the important pillars that enabled Qingyun Sect to stand in the world of cultivation for thousands of years.

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the entire arena instantly dropped to freezing point.

The disciples of Qingyun Sect all showed anger on their faces, but they did not dare to lose their temper easily. They could only bury their anger and unwillingness deep in their hearts.

Wang Yiming of Qingyun Sect's face changed slightly. He did not expect that Ma Jueming would challenge the authority of Qingyun Sect so directly. What worried him even more was whether there was a bigger conspiracy behind Ma Jueming's move.

However, in the face of Ma Jueming's provocation, there was silence in the forbidden area of ​​Qingyun Sect, as if even the wind had stopped blowing.

Ma Jueming of the Liehuo Sect had doubts in his heart that spread like wildfire, difficult to contain.

He stared in the direction of Qingyun Sect's forbidden area, thinking to himself: "Could it be that old ghost Lu has really fallen? Otherwise, how could he be indifferent to such a provocation?"

Thinking of this, a look of determination flashed in his eyes. He moved his body, and was about to soar into the air and rush straight into the forbidden area of ​​Qingyun Sect, vowing to find out what was going on.

However, just as he was about to take that decisive step, Qingyun Sect's leader Wang Yiming, Zhaixing Peak's master Sikong Luo and other sect leaders, as if they had already anticipated his move, took out their magic weapons, turned into streams of light, and quickly flew into the air.

Like a series of solid barriers, they resolutely blocked Ma Jueming's way.

Faced with the obstruction of the Qingyun Sect’s top leaders, Ma Jueming raised a disdainful smile.

He glanced disdainfully at the group of peak masters whose cultivation bases were mostly at the Nascent Soul stage, and said in a cold voice: "A group of Nascent Soul and Golden Core stage juniors, you dare to stop me? You are simply courting death!"

After he finished speaking, he did not move, but lightly waved his sleeves, and a powerful spiritual power surged out like a mountain torrent, carrying the terrifying pressure unique to a strong man in the Spirit Transformation Stage, and swept towards everyone in the Qingyun Sect.