The one who was directly hit by this void ripple was Liu Qingtian, whose face was full of ruthlessness.
The invisible ripples arrived in an instant.
The ruthlessness on Liu Qingtian's face was instantly replaced by disbelief. Without thinking, he instinctively held his spear horizontally.
The moment the spear touched the ripples, it creaked and groaned under the weight, its shaft trembling violently as if it might break at any moment.
Liu Qingtian felt an overwhelming force surge through his spear, numbing his arms and splitting his hands, blood slowly dripping down the shaft. He could no longer maintain his balance and staggered back several steps.
With each step he took back, the ice beneath his feet collapsed, making a crisp, piercing sound.
The others didn't fare as well. Those cultivators who rushed over were swept away by the ripples as if they had been blasted away by brute force.
Their eyes widened in terror as they staggered backward through the air, crashing heavily onto the distant ice with a dull thud and raising a cloud of dust.
Those cultivators who were a little further away, though not directly blasted away, were still slowed down by the force of the ripples. The ice beneath their feet shattered, and they staggered through the chaotic ice surface. Some even fell into ice caves, struggling desperately to climb out.
Everyone stared in stunned silence at this dramatic turn of events, their shock palpable. The once noisy battlefield fell silent instantly, save for the sounds of ice cracking and heavy breathing.
Even Zhao Feng, Ye Mei, and Wang Meng, who were holding Sikong Xiu back, stopped. They exchanged glances, a hint of shock flashing in their eyes, before turning warily toward Qin Luo's direction.
Taking advantage of the moment when the three were distracted, Sikong Xiu quickly adjusted her state, and the Soul-Swept Butterfly once again flapped its wings and took flight, with butterfly blades flying everywhere, forming a defensive barrier in front of her.
On a distant mountaintop, the four members of Yunyin witnessed this earth-shattering change and all gasped in astonishment.
Yun Yin stared intently at Qin Luo, his gaze filled with solemnity. His teammates beside him were also astonished and speechless for a moment.
"This... the captain actually guessed right! This kid is a bit strange!"
Yun Yin frowned slightly, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes, before finally speaking:
"I didn't expect this person to be so well hidden. The power of this one finger strike is probably beyond the scope of ordinary Spirit Tribulation Realm."
"Captain, what should we do now? Should we still fight for this ruin?"
Another team member asked anxiously, his tone clearly indicating a desire to back down.
Yun Yin did not answer immediately, but stared at Qin Luo silently for a long time before speaking:
"The ruins in the other four areas must have been discovered not long ago. If we rush there now, we probably won't be able to seize many opportunities. For now, we can only wait and wait for it to show a weakness, then I'll try my best..."
On the icy plain, after barely managing to block the ripple impact, Liu Qingtian felt his arms ache as if they were about to break. Looking down at his cracked and bloodied tiger's mouth, his face was filled with panic, and he murmured:
"How is this possible? How can there be such a huge difference between two people at the Spirit Tribulation Realm? No, this is a trap! He must be gathering his strength to unleash a divine technique, that's for sure!"
As Liu Qingtian spoke, he subconsciously shook his head, trying to deny the unacceptable reality before him.
When he looked up at where Qin Luo was, filled with resentment, he found only an empty crevice in the glacier.
Before he could react, a cold, indifferent voice, as if from the deepest hell, echoed behind him:
"The Aoki Sect? No wonder they're so arrogant."
In an instant, Liu Qingtian felt his scalp tingle, a chill ran from the soles of his feet up his spine, and the hairs on his body stood on end.
Without the slightest hesitation, Liu Qingtian didn't even have time to turn his head before instantly gathering all his strength into his hands and gripping the spear tightly.
A massive amount of spiritual energy surged wildly along his arm into the gun barrel, instantly enveloping the tip of the gun in a dense layer of cyan spiritual power, emanating a chilling aura.
With a roar filled with resentment, Liu Qingtian suddenly turned around and thrust his spear with all his might, aiming it at the person behind him with unstoppable momentum.
The spear tip whistled as it sliced through the air, tearing a thin crack in the space where it passed, demonstrating the ferocity of the strike.
bite!
The crisp sound echoed in the silent space, shattering Liu Qingtian's perception. His eyes widened in horror; for a moment, he even felt like he wasn't fully awake.
Qin Luo looked at Liu Qingtian with a mocking expression. The spear tip that was attacking was firmly held between Qin Luo's two fingers. No matter how hard Liu Qingtian exerted force, the spear did not budge, as if it were imprisoned in an invisible shackle.
"Is that all you've got?"
Qin Luo's lips curled into a mocking smile. His voice wasn't loud, but it resonated in Liu Qingtian's ears like a booming bell.
An indescribable sense of humiliation surged into Liu Qingtian's heart. He desperately twisted the spear, trying to break free from Qin Luo's two fingers, but all his efforts were in vain.
His arms were bulging with veins from overexertion, but the spear still couldn't move forward an inch, and even pulling it out seemed like a pipe dream.
Qin Luo sized up Liu Qingtian before him, feeling as if he'd seen him somewhere before. However, after a moment, he didn't dwell on it.
"Sigh~ Too weak, not even qualified to let me warm up."
With that, Qin Luo flicked his fingers, and the spear in Liu Qingtian's hand was instantly knocked away by a tremendous force, crashing to the ground far away on the icy plain.
After losing his spear, Liu Qingtian swayed a few times and almost fell to the ground.
Before Liu Qingtian could regain his footing, Qin Luo reached out and grabbed his neck. The slender fingers were incredibly strong, making it extremely difficult for Liu Qingtian to breathe. His face turned red, and his legs kicked wildly in the air, but he couldn't break free from this deadly feeling of suffocation.
Just as Qin Luo was about to casually hand Liu Qingtian over to Sikong Xiu to deal with, the ice field beneath his feet began to tremble without warning.
The originally clear, deep blue ice began to turn into an eerie brown at a speed visible to the naked eye.
This made Qin Luo raise an eyebrow. He slowly turned around and simultaneously stomped his foot on the ground.
The seemingly simple step instantly shattered the eerie brown spiritual energy beneath his feet, and the previously eroded ice layer regained some of its dark blue color.
"Fellow Daoist, it's a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding! We won't argue over the ruins... As for Qingtian's impulsive and offensive behavior just now, I apologize to you on his behalf. Please be magnanimous and forgive him this time."
The chubby boy, Liu Pengtao, rushed over from afar, his face bearing his usual friendly smile, but deep within his narrowed eyes lay a strong sense of vigilance.
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