The cloaked man glanced deeply at the distant trial plaza, then turned and vanished into the void.
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Dust and sand flew everywhere, and the wind howled all around. As far as the eye could see, everything was withered and yellow, stretching as far as the eye could see!
In an instant, thick dark clouds gathered in the sky above the Tower of Asking Heaven, rapidly converging at the top.
Crack! A bolt of lightning slashed down towards the open space beneath the Tower of Asking Heaven! Instantly, the wind howled and cranes cried out.
The disciples who were teleported to the outside of the Tower of Inquiry for trials rushed into the Tower of Inquiry as if they were fleeing.
Jun Liuyue raised her head, and the towering Wentian Tower came into view, its tip obscured by dark clouds.
She lightly touched the ground with her toes and entered the tower.
After Liuyue left, the spot where she had just stood was struck by lightning, leaving a deep ravine.
To be precise, all the disciples who entered the Tower of Questioning Heaven were not teleported to one place, but were dispersed.
"Why don't we stick together and keep warm?"
After being teleported in, Jun Liuyue was with four or five other cultivators.
"Everyone, please state your cultivation level!"
The man in the lead said in a deep voice.
The group announced their cultivation levels, the highest being only at the peak of the Spirit Saint realm! That was the man.
"And you?"
Wang Haolin's gaze fell on Jun Liuyue.
Aren't you planning to come with us?
A hint of surprise flashed in Wang Haolin's eyes. In this situation... sticking together for warmth is the best way.
"I have no interest in protecting five pieces of trash."
After saying this, Liu Yue walked straight into the tower.
"What did she say?"
The group of people on the spot froze for a moment, unable to believe their ears.
They are at the Spirit Saint level! What do you mean by "trash"?
In a small border country, the Spirit Saint Realm would be considered a near-ceiling level of cultivation.
This woman actually called them trash!
Wang Haolin's expression was very unpleasant.
Yang Siwei brandished her sword: "How arrogant! People like her usually die young. We don't need to bother with her. Why bother with a ghost in a tower?"
“Senior Sister Siwei is right.”
"Yes, why bother arguing with a ghost in a tower?"
boom--!
A streak of cyan sword light swept in.
Liuyue dodged to the side, the stairs beneath her feet making a creaking sound.
Immediately afterwards, a black unidentified object rushed towards Jun Liuyue.
"Fuxi".
Liu Yue chanted an incantation, and a flash of spiritual light appeared, a spiritual sword materializing in her palm.
The chilling sword energy swept across the vast expanse, cleaving the black, unidentified object in two.
With a loud crash, it smashed to the ground, splattering blood and flesh everywhere.
Liu Yue sheathed her sword, walked over, and glanced down: "A Yellow-Rank Demonic Beast?"
However, this monster is different from ordinary monsters; it seems to have been corrupted by demonic forces.
Looking out over the first floor, countless magical artifacts were scattered haphazardly on the ground.
"This...this is a Xuan-rank spiritual artifact!"
"Cough cough cough, Explosive Fire Bow?"
When Yang Siwei and the others came up, their eyes lit up when they saw the magical artifacts scattered all over the ground.
These magical artifacts—any one of them would be worth a fortune!
"I'm making a killing! I'm making a killing!"
"This trip was definitely worthwhile!"
The group tried to contract with the magical artifacts, but the moment their blood was injected into the artifacts, the artifacts seemed to come alive and attacked them frantically.
A cyan longsword pierced straight towards Jun Liuyue's back, and shattered into dust the next moment.
"ah!"
Several people were injured by the magical artifacts, and all of them suffered injuries to varying degrees.
"How could you just stand by and watch someone die!"
Yang Siwei glared angrily at Jun Liuyue, who turned and left.
They barely managed to shatter the magical artifacts, escaping death, but their wounds burned with pain...
"Cold-blooded and heartless! Someone like you doesn't deserve to be in Wentian Academy at all."
"You despicable wretch who stood by and watched someone die... Ugh!"
Boom! Before Yang Siwei could finish speaking, a purple sword light suddenly slashed straight at her.
With a whoosh, Yang Siwei hurriedly dodged, but a chill ran down her spine from above...
The others fell silent, staring in disbelief at the top of Yang Siwei's head.
His chilling gaze swept over them: "Shut up if you don't want to die."
After Jun Liuyue left.
Yang Siwei slowly raised her hand to touch the top of her head. Her hair bun... had been cut off, and even her scalp was exposed.
"ah!"
Yang Siwei screamed hysterically.
Her hair! Her hair!
That bitch!
"Stop shouting."
Wang Haolin reprimanded Yang Siwei with a dark expression.
"Senior Brother Wang, you must help me get revenge!" Yang Siwei said aggrievedly.
Wang Haolin's face darkened, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "I can't see through her cultivation level."
Not only could he not see through her moves, he couldn't even catch them.
He could foresee how tragic his fate would be if he were to face Jun Liuyue.
"How is this possible?!"
Wang Haolin has the highest cultivation level among them!
Yang Siwei gritted her teeth; she would never swallow this insult!
Ha, within a day and a night, she'll find a chance to deal with that bitch.
"If you want to leave here alive, don't get into a conflict with her."
Wang Haolin said in a low voice.
The group looked at each other, their faces showing resentment.
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"Hahaha, I finally have a chance to come out!" Xiao Bai wanted to roar to the sky; he hadn't felt this free in a long time.
"Why did you release me!" Xiao Luo hugged the coffin, trembling. He wanted to go back to his spatial dimension.
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