"No! I can't die!"

Li Xiu screamed wildly in his heart.

He suddenly remembered something, pulled a button from his pocket, and pressed it hard.

"boom!"

A deafening explosion rang out.

Immediately afterwards, a series of melodious bell tolls echoed throughout the valley.

The sound of the bell carried an ancient and mysterious aura, as if it came from ancient times and pierced through time and space.

This is the Qiankun Sect's most prized treasure—the Divine Summoning Bell!

The bell can only be rung when the sect faces a life-or-death crisis.

This bell can awaken our sleeping ancestors!

"Hahaha……"

Li Xiu suddenly burst into maniacal laughter.

"Qin Yang, you're finished! You're dead!"

He pointed at Qin Yang, looking like a madman.

"This is...this is the Summoning Bell! It's specially used to awaken the Ancestor!"

He said smugly, his eyes filled with resentment.

"You... if you don't want to die, get out of here!"

He roared at the top of his lungs, as if he had used up all his strength.

"Otherwise, once the Ancestor emerges from seclusion, you...you will surely die!"

A ferocious smile appeared on Li Xiu's face.

He could almost see Qin Yang being killed by the patriarch with a single palm strike.

He could almost see Qin Yang kneeling on the ground, begging for mercy and weeping bitterly.

However, Qin Yang remained expressionless.

He just stared at Li Xiu coldly, as if he were looking at a clown.

"Noisy".

Qin Yang said it casually.

Then, he raised his foot and kicked Li Xiu hard in the body.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud was heard.

Li Xiu's body was kicked to pieces by Qin Yang!

He didn't even have time to scream before he turned into a cloud of blood mist.

Blood, bits of flesh, bones...

It splashed everywhere.

The air was thick with the stench of blood.

Qin Yang's kick not only shattered Li Xiu's body, but also destroyed Li Xiu's last hope.

He died without understanding why Qin Yang was so powerful.

He died without understanding why Qin Yang was so cold-blooded.

He died without understanding why Qin Yang wasn't even afraid of the Great Saint Realm.

Unfortunately, he will never understand.

Because he is already dead.

Dead beyond dead.

Qin Yang slowly withdrew his foot, glanced at the blood mist on the ground, his eyes showing no emotion.

It was as if he had just stepped on an ant.

An insignificant ant.

All around was deathly silent.

Only the melodious chimes still echoed.

The tolling of the bell seemed to be a funeral procession for Li Xiu.

It also seemed to foreshadow an even bigger storm that was about to break.

In the distance, one could vaguely see powerful auras rising from the mountain peaks.

Those auras were powerful and terrifying, like a sleeping dragon awakening.

The elders, deacons, and disciples of the Qiankun Sect...

They were all startled by the sound of the bell.

They emerged from their seclusion and headed toward the direction from which the bell tolled.

A great battle is about to break out!

Qin Yang stood there, waiting quietly.

There was not a trace of fear in his eyes!

The Great Sage Realm?

hehe!

"Buzz—"

The bell tolled on, reverberating throughout the valley, its echoes lingering.

Qin Yang stood with his hands behind his back, his clothes fluttering and rustling even though there was no wind.

He looked up into the distance, his eyes calm as still water, as if the earth-shattering sound of the bell had no effect on him.

Suddenly, five streaks of light pierced the sky, like five fallen stars, descending upon Qin Yang with immense power.

"boom!"

As the light faded, the figures of five old men were revealed.

These five old men and women all had white hair and youthful faces, and exuded an air of otherworldly wisdom.

They exuded a terrifying aura, like five towering mountains, making it hard to breathe.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze.

"Who is it? Who has awakened this old man?"

One of them, an elderly man dressed in a purple robe with a dignified face, spoke up and asked.

His voice was like a resounding bell, deafening.

Every word seemed to carry immense pressure, making one's heart tremble.

Why awaken?

Another elderly man, dressed in a blue robe and with a gaunt face, then asked.

His voice, though not as loud as the old man in purple robes, carried a sharp edge, like a drawn sword piercing straight to the heart.

Five old men, their eyes sharp as lightning, scanned their surroundings.

Their eyes were incredibly sharp, as if they could see through everything.

"This...this is..."

"Five patriarchs! Five patriarchs have actually emerged from seclusion at the same time!"

"Heavens! For hundreds of years, our Qiankun Sect has not had five patriarchs emerge from seclusion at the same time!"

"What on earth happened that alarmed the five patriarchs?"

"..."

Just then, a series of exclamations came from afar.

Figures came from all directions.

They were all disciples of the Qiankun Sect.

These disciples included inner disciples, outer disciples, and true disciples.

They were all startled by the sound of the bell.

They rushed over, eager to see what had happened.

They were all shocked when they saw the five patriarchs emerge from seclusion at the same time.

They discussed it animatedly, speculating on various possibilities.

"Where is the sect leader? Where are the elders? They've all disappeared!"

A young disciple asked, puzzled.

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