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Chapter 433: Crushing
Chapter 433: Crushing
December 20, 2024
A massive bell chime reverberated throughout the entire Mystic Realm.
The Hanging Mountain, already in disarray due to the extinguished Soul Lanterns of the Supreme Elders, froze at the sound.
Everyone was stunned, as the direction of the chime originated from the entrance of the Mystic Realm.
This indicated that the colossal Alarm Bell at the entrance had been struck.
And there was only one reason for this bell to be rung.
An external invasion!
Only when faced with an overwhelmingly formidable enemy, one that the Mystic Realm could not repel, would this bell be sounded.
It signaled that the entire Hanging Mountain Mystic Realm was to enter a state of highest alert.
However, it had been countless years since the bell had last been struck.
In fact, most of the monks in the Mystic Realm had only heard legends of the bell and had never heard it ring themselves.
After all, with the Hanging Mountain's profound heritage and strength, who in the world could pose a threat to it, let alone infiltrate its Mystic Realm?
According to legend, the last time the bell rang was over two thousand years ago, during the conflict between the four secret territories.
Even the masked demon who had slain numerous temple disciples and forced the Hanging Mountain to retreat into its Mystic Realm had not prompted the ringing of this bell.
Such a humiliating defeat had not been enough to warrant the sounding of the Alarm Bell.
So, what dire situation had now arisen to force the temple to ring this bell?
For a moment, nearly all the monks in the Hanging Mountain, from the top to the bottom, were both shocked and bewildered.
They couldn't comprehend what had just transpired.
However, some quickly regained their senses and rushed towards the platform where the entrance to the Mystic Realm was located.
"Master, what's happening up at the Hanging Mountain?"
In the corner of the ground beneath the Hanging Mountain, within the Wujian Building, the Elder Yu asked with a sense of dread.
He didn't understand the meaning of the bell chime, but for some reason, he felt a strong sense of unease.
"I'm not sure," replied the Master of Wujian Building, his eyes revealing a dark light as he stared intently at the sky.
However, his spellcasting skills were not advanced enough to completely dispel the Hanging Mountain's array of cloud barriers, so he couldn't see the situation clearly.
But similarly, his heart was also filled with trepidation.
The Hanging Mountain was emitting a chaotic aura, unsettling his mind.
Unfortunately, despite his recent breakthrough in cultivation, he still lacked the ability to fly and could not ascend to investigate.
"Demon, release the Supreme Elder! Otherwise, when the powerful cultivators of the Hanging Mountain arrive, you will surely be torn to pieces!"
The middle-aged monk, having successfully struck the bell, felt a sense of relief and immediately shouted at Lu Qing.
However, Lu Qing merely glanced at him, and the monk was sent flying backward as if struck by a heavy blow.
Spitting blood, he flew towards the giant bell, hitting it with a loud thud before falling to the ground, his eyes rolling back as he died.
"Master Mingyi!" the remaining middle-aged monk cried out in shock.
But his master could no longer respond to him.
A mere Primordial Realm cultivator, directly facing the impact of Lu Qing's Golden Core aura, had no chance of survival.
The surviving middle-aged monk, sensing his master's aura dissipating, finally understood that his master had perished.
Terrified, he stared at Lu Qing and retreated, falling to the ground, "Demon, demon..."
Lu Qing did not continue his attack, as he sensed numerous auras rapidly approaching.
A figure swiftly landed on the platform.
"Apprentice Minghui, what demon is this? Why is the alarm bell ringing? Master Mingyi! What happened to him?"
The figure asked immediately upon arrival.
But soon, he saw the middle-aged monk lying beside the giant bell, his breath completely gone, and he cried out in shock.
More figures appeared beside him one after another.
"Apprentice Minghui, what happened?"
"Master Mingyi (Apprentice Minghui)!"
All the monks, upon their arrival, first noticed Mingyi lying on the ground.
However, Minghui seemed not to hear their words, not responding at all, and continued to stare at Lu Qing in front of him with a terrified look.
The others, following his gaze, also saw Lu Qing not far away.
When they saw the mask on Lu Qing's face and the person he was holding, all the monks were shocked again.
"Masked Demon, Golden Bell Supreme Elder!" they exclaimed.
Lu Qing's expression remained unchanged, but he looked at the monks from Hanging Mountain who kept arriving, and sighed.
In his perception, these Hanging Mountain monks had quite extraordinary cultivation.
There were at least nearly a hundred Primordial Realm cultivators, and not a few Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators.
Indeed, as a sect inherited from ancient times, its foundation was truly profound.
However, despite the continuous arrival of Hanging Mountain monks, and even after seeing Lu Qing, they had already started to form a formation, ready to confront him.
But Lu Qing still made no move.
He raised his head and looked towards the peak of Hanging Mountain.
There, he could sense a rather powerful aura hiding.
Most likely, it was the abbot they mentioned, the one who had already transcended the Golden Core Tribulation.
However, the other party's aura remained hidden, not wanting to reveal themselves so soon, and instead, they wanted to observe Lu Qing's situation more clearly.
Lu Qing smiled and looked at the surrounding monks who had formed a formation, treating him as a formidable enemy.
Suddenly, he spoke, "Old Monk, you're hiding up there like a turtle, afraid to show yourself. Don't you worry that I'll kill all your disciples and grandchildren from Hanging Mountain?"
The aura on the mountain peak remained still, showing no signs of movement.
Instead, one of the surrounding monks couldn't help but shout, "Demon, stop your madness! Release the Golden Bell Supreme Elder immediately, or I'll make sure you die a horrible death!"
"Are you talking about this old monk?"
Lu Qing lifted the Golden Bell Elder in his hand, letting all the monks see clearly.
Seeing the once mysterious and revered Supreme Elder now being held by the neck and lifted up, all the Hanging Mountain monks' faces showed a mix of grief, anger, and fear.
As for the Golden Bell Elder, his status in the temple was exceptionally high.
But now, he was being held like a dead dog, displayed without dignity before all his disciples, and his humiliation was unimaginable.
If not for his entire body's power being sealed, unable to use even a fraction of it, he would have wanted to self-destruct his Golden Core, taking Lu Qing with him!
"Release the Supreme Elder!" another monk shouted.
However, no one dared to take the first step.
"Old Monk, since you're unwilling to show yourself, then I'll kill all your disciples and grandchildren first, cutting off Hanging Mountain's roots, and then we'll play."
Seeing that the aura on the peak still showed no signs of appearing, Lu Qing shook his head.
Then, with a slight force, he crushed the head of the Golden Bell Elder in his hand.
(End of Chapter)
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