The moment Yang Zhao gave the order, all the powerful fighters charged toward the group gathered in Medicine King Valley.
These people from Medicine King Valley were masters of alchemy, but their own cultivation was nothing special. In the eyes of the attackers, they were nothing more than a flock of lambs waiting to be captured.
None of the fighters bothered with particularly powerful techniques. Many Shenyou Realm experts simply flew over in a brazen manner, reaching out with massive hands mid-flight to casually grab the alchemists.
Qin Ze stood in place, unmoved, his expression cold and detached. He didn't seem the least bit concerned about whether his sect's disciples would be seized. The thirty white-robed alchemists likewise showed no panic whatsoever—their composure was almost unnatural.
Yang Zhao suddenly felt a growing sense of unease.
Arrogant as alchemists might be, they should still have some instinctive reaction to danger, some trace of alarm. But these people showed none.
Why?
Just as the fighters were about to close in on the alchemists' formation, the gem adorning Xia Ningshang's forehead suddenly blazed with dazzling light. A pale blue barrier of light expanded outward in a hemisphere, enveloping all the Medicine King Valley disciples within.
Several fighters slammed into the barrier without warning. They felt a startling elastic force push back and all leaped away, frowning as they assessed the situation.
"As expected, they're prepared!" Yang Zhao had long known the Medicine King Valley people wouldn't be easily taken down. Seeing the barrier didn't surprise him much, but his expression grew more resolute as he waved his hand. "Break it!"
If these people were hoping to rely on a decent defensive artifact to stall the fighters, they were sorely mistaken.
The artifact was certainly impressive, but the warriors facing it were no pushovers.
Martial techniques and artifacts flared with light once more. The barrier Xia Ningshang had created was clearly beginning to crack under the pressure.
But the expressions of the Medicine King Valley people showed no trace of panic.
Yang Zhao's gaze deepened as he stared intently at the Medicine King Valley group, the unease in his heart growing stronger by the second. It nearly drove him to the impulse of leaving the area immediately.
Just as a fracture appeared in the barrier and it seemed on the verge of shattering, countless points of light suddenly blazed to life in the sky. Amid that starlight, spheres of light shot outward one after another, transforming at impossible speed into gleaming blades.
These blades, composed entirely of pure zhenyuan, blazed with blinding intensity, their energy fluctuations fierce.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
All the blades seemed to have been hurled with tremendous force. Countless piercing whistles tore through the air. The starlight was blinding.
Like supremely sharp daggers, they drove forward without hesitation, cutting through metal and shattering stone, unstoppable by any defense!
Every fighter's expression changed drastically. They all dove sideways, dodging these attacks that radiated terrifying energy fluctuations.
Boom boom boom...
The zhenyuan blades were blocked one by one by the fighters' techniques, but the explosive force sent everyone stumbling backward again and again. Those Shenyou Realm cultivators of slightly lower cultivation spurted mouths of blood on the spot, their faces turning deathly pale.
Only those at the seventh level of the Shenyou Realm and above remained completely unharmed!
Yang Zhao's gaze immediately locked onto the single elder among the Medicine King Valley disciples.
He couldn't determine this old man's background, and the elder hadn't made any move, yet Yang Zhao instinctively looked his way. For reasons he couldn't explain, Yang Zhao felt that the previous attack had come from this man.
And this seemingly harmless old fellow radiated a bizarre, inexplicable pressure.
One move—just one move, and without even using full force—had repelled seven or eight Shenyou Realm experts. How strong was this person?
He couldn't possibly be above the Shenyou Realm, could he? How could Medicine King Valley have an expert of that caliber?
The fighters who had been knocked back exchanged horrified glances. They had no idea who had attacked them.
Everyone was on edge, exchanging uneasy whispers and wild guesses.
The scattered starlight in the sky suddenly contracted rapidly, condensing into a small stellar ring no larger than an infant's palm. The masked woman caught it in her hand.
"An artifact!" Yang Zhao's eyes trembled, unable to believe what he was seeing.
He had assumed a peerless expert was hiding among the Medicine King Valley group, but it turned out the attack had come from an artifact.
It had to be at least a mid-grade mysterious grade artifact to wield such devastating power!
Looking at the masked woman again, Yang Zhao couldn't help but feel a surge of dejection.
He was a direct descendant of the Yang family, the second son, but even he didn't have resources like these. Who was this woman?
She had already deployed two extraordinary artifacts. Who knew how many more she might have hidden?
Yang Zhao's eyes wavered with indecision, his expression caught in struggle. After a long moment, he gritted his teeth and said to the Blood Servant and Ye Xinrou at his side, "Let's go!"
"Leave?" Ye Xinrou had also been sizing up Xia Ningshang, comparing herself to the masked woman, and hadn't yet figured anything out. Hearing this suddenly, she froze.