Because Yuan Zhexian, a powerful figure with terrifying cultivation at the Mahayana Realm (Emperor Realm), personally assisted in the flight.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the master and disciple arrived at the gate of the Netherworld Sect as swiftly as two bolts of lightning.

At this moment, two disciples responsible for guarding the sect were standing there chatting idly.

When they caught a glimpse of Yuan Zhexian and his disciple Yuan Taixu, they couldn't help but frown.

The two gatekeeper disciples, relying on their own perception abilities, could not detect the slightest fluctuation in the cultivation level of the two individuals.

Immediately, one of the gatekeepers stepped forward, his face contorted with malice, and blocked Yuan Zhexian's path, shouting, "Hey! You two ignorant fools, where did you come from?"

"This is the prestigious Netherworld Sect, not a place where just any Tom, Dick, or Harry can trespass!"

"If you know what's good for you, get the hell out of here!"

Faced with the gatekeeper's rude questioning, Yuan Zhexian remained as if he hadn't heard it, his expression calm as still water, and he didn't even lift his eyelids.

He simply waved his hand dismissively, as casually as if shooing away a trivial mosquito.

However, with this seemingly simple wave, the two arrogant and domineering gatekeepers suddenly appeared as if struck by an invisible force, their bodies instantly becoming fragmented.

A series of shocking cracks spread rapidly like a spider web, covering their entire bodies.

Immediately afterwards, a dazzling golden light flashed by, accompanied by two soft explosions. In the blink of an eye, the two gatekeeper disciples vanished from their spot, turning into nothingness without leaving even a trace.

And so, Yuan Zhexian continued to lead Yuan Taixu toward the interior of the Netherworld Sect as if nothing had happened.

But just a few steps after they stepped into the gates of the Netherworld Sect, a young man with a sinister face and fierce eyes suddenly appeared not far ahead.

The man immediately spotted Yuan Zhexian and his disciple, and shouted angrily, "Halt! Who are you? How dare you trespass into my Netherworld Sect..."

Unfortunately, before he could finish speaking, the same fate befell him.

With a flick of his sleeve, Yuan Zhexian caused the young man's body to instantly become covered in countless cracks, just like the gatekeeper before him.

At the same time, a dazzling golden light flashed out again, instantly engulfing the young man completely.

With a piercing scream echoing through the air, the young man vanished into thin air in an instant, disappearing without a trace.

Witnessing this scene, the other disciples of the Netherworld Sect were immediately terrified, their faces turning deathly pale. They stared at Yuan Zhexian in utter horror, and the weapons they gripped began to tremble uncontrollably.

However, despite being filled with fear, out of loyalty to their sect and instinct, these disciples gritted their teeth, raised their weapons, and charged towards Yuan Zhexian with shouts.

In an instant, shouts of battle resounded through the sky, and a fierce battle was about to break out.

Just then, Yuan Zhexian's lips curled up slightly, revealing a contemptuous smile. Then he stretched his leg forward and stomped on the ground.

In an instant, as if a rift had been torn open in the sky, several dazzling golden rays of light fell rapidly like meteors, carrying a destructive force that directly bombarded everyone who rushed towards Yuan Zhexian.

With a deafening roar and a flash of dazzling light, the square, which had been bustling with dozens of people, vanished in the blink of an eye, as if it had never existed.

All that remained was an empty, desolate plain and a scene of utter devastation, leaving one speechless.

Yuan Taixu, standing to the side, witnessed this scene and was completely stunned, his mouth agape, wide enough to fit an egg. He never imagined that his usually approachable master possessed such astonishing strength.

The fact that so many people could disappear instantly with just a wave of the hand or a stomp of the foot is simply unbelievable.

Just as Yuan Taixu was speechless with shock, a furious shout suddenly rang out like thunder: "Who are you, a petty scoundrel, daring to be so audacious as to come and cause trouble in my Netherworld Sect!"

Before the words were finished, more than a dozen dark figures descended from the sky with lightning speed, landing steadily in front of Yuan Zhexian and Yuan Taixu.

Upon closer inspection, Yuan Zhexian discovered that the leader was an old man dressed in a black robe.

The old man had a stern face, sharp eyes, and an aura of authority that commanded respect without anger.

Upon seeing the person in question appear, Yuan Zhexian remained calm and said in a nonchalant tone, "I will ask you two questions, and you only need to answer them truthfully."

However, the old man in black robes was stunned when he heard Yuan Zhexian's words, and then he became furious.

He glared at me and shouted angrily, "Insolence! Who do you think you are? How dare you question an old man like me!"

"For hundreds of years, no one on Wuji Star has ever dared to speak to me like you!"

Despite the old man in black robes' angry rebuke, Yuan Zhexian showed no anger whatsoever.

He gave a cold laugh and, without saying a word, released his incomparably powerful aura.

Instantly, a terrifying pressure, as if Mount Tai were crushing an egg, swept over the group of people.

Immediately afterwards, everyone saw that the group of people were as if they were being suppressed by an invisible mountain, and they all lay flat on the ground, their bodies pressed against the ground, unable to move at all.

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