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When Yang Li and the rest rushed to the battlefield, the disciples on both sides were engaged in a chaotic battle. Powerful fluctuations would sweep out from time to time, and all sorts of brilliant spirit arts would bloom; there would be disciples that would fall down from time to time.

High up in the sky, besides Su Wanqing, there were three other Spirit Realm disciples. One was Yun Ci, and the other two were disciples of the Cloud Mist Sect and the Wind Flame Sect.

This proved that there were many fortuitous encounters in the secret realm. Not only Su Xiaqing had broken through to the Spirit Realm, but Yun Ci and the rest had also had their own fortuitous encounters.

The battle in the sky was intense too, but it was clear that Su Wanqing was stronger. Moreover, Yun Ci and Su Wanqing had known each other for a long time. They worked together, and the advantage was slanted towards the two of them.

When the three of them arrived at the battlefield, they saw the scene in front of them. Their eyes turned red as they charged towards the battlefield below.

"Flame Destroying Sky!" The black flames churned once more as they ferociously charged towards the disciples of the Cloud Mist Sect, as if they were about to burn them all down.

Yang Li continued to linger around the battlefield. He wouldn't be able to participate in the High School's battles, but his cultivation was comparable to the ninth level of the Blood Tempering Stage.

"Hahahaha, I, Wang Dao, will not regret this!" Yang Li suddenly heard a rough roar and turned his head to look. His eyes instantly turned red.

Wang Dao's entire body surged with spirit energy, emitting a shocking red color. This was the sign of self-detonation!

"Bam!"

An explosion sounded as one of the Cloud Mist Sect disciples that were charging toward him was heavily injured. Another disciple said coldly, "Trash!"

"Nirvana Flames!" Yang Li immediately used his movement technique and fiercely attacked in that direction.

The bright flames formed a straight line, carrying Yang Li's anger as they pierced through at an extremely fast speed.

At this time, a mocking voice rang out, "The trash of the Sky Mist Sect, at the fifth level of the Blood Tempering Stage, do not stay here any longer! The combined sword technique will definitely be part of it! "

Two sword Qis intertwined together and fiercely attacked Yang Li, accompanied by a sharp sonic boom and a heart palpitating sharpness.

Second level of the Spiritual Movement Stage! Yang Li felt his cultivation become stronger, and became even angrier.

"Who gave you courage to reach the second level of the Spiritual Movement Stage!?" You dare to challenge me! "Blood Explosion!" Yang Li directly displayed his bloodline martial art, and the aura from his body gradually rose. Very quickly, he had reached the ninth level of the Blood Tempering Stage.

Yang Li stared coldly at the disciple at the Spiritual Movement Stage. He casted the Floating Light Shadow and his entire body disappeared. When he reappeared, he was already behind the disciple at the Cloud Mist Sect. Under his rage, Yang Li's Floating Light Shadow had broken through to the third realm!

"Go to hell! the flame dragon soars into the sky! " The Fire Dragon emerged from the spear. Its eyes were deep and deep, with a faint trace of anger in them.

"Roar!"

The fire dragon suddenly let out a deafening roar and charged straight at this disciple. His defensive spirit technique did not have the slightest effect and was smashed into pieces by the fire dragon's head. Following that, a fierce flame erupted and engulfed the disciple.

Yang Li raised his spear and picked up the heavily injured disciple from the Cloud Mist Sect. A cruel look appeared in his eyes as he viciously flung the disciple towards the disciples from the Cloud Mist Sect and the Wind Flame Sect.

"Explode!"

The two people who had received this disciple were blasted away by the explosive power of the Flame God Incantation. Even more of the Cloud Mist Sect disciples had their eyes turn red as they shot towards Yang Li.

Yang Li showed no fear as he charged towards them. He was only at the ninth level of the Blood Tempering Stage, but he was fighting against an enemy at the first or second level of the Spirit Movement Stage.

When the people from the Four Major Sects saw this, they could not help but roar out, "So what if you're from two major sects? Overbearing! Not fair! "Dang Dang!"

Spirit arts bloomed as they shot out one by one towards the disciples of the two great sects.

Yang Li also saw the so-called outer sect assassin Xu Ke mysteriously appear next to each disciple of the two great sects. Even though his cultivation wasn't strong enough to kill the other, he was still healing the wounds of the other side.

The charming smile that Feng Yue normally would see on her face had also disappeared now. Her blood-red eyes and bloody green clothes all expressed her anger and killing intent.

"Bam!"

A huge sound suddenly exploded in the sky, followed by an intense fluctuation that attracted everyone's attention.

"Sky Mist Sect!" Qing Yan Sect! Fire Li Sect! Blood Sun Valley! We, the two great sects, will remember what happened today! In the future, there would definitely be a generous reward! Fog and wind, fire! "Retreat!" A shrill howl came from the sky as a Spirit Realm disciple of the Cloud Mist Sect had one of his arms chopped off, causing blood to flow non-stop.

When the disciples of the two sects fighting below saw this scene, they ruthlessly hacked out a spirit art. Some people angrily said, "Four hundred people will definitely pay for the revenge of forty brothers!" The disciples of the two sects quickly retreated.

The disciples below were about to give chase, but they were stopped by a loud shout from high up in the sky.

"Don't chase after a desperate enemy, he still has more than thirty disciples. If we chase after him, our remaining eighty disciples will be reduced by at least half, and the gains won't make up for the losses." Even though her voice was clear and melodious, it carried an indescribable tiredness.

Yang Li looked up and saw Su Wanqing's pale face and trembling arms. He could not help but feel his heart ache.

"Clean up our fellow disciples and don't let them return home bleeding. Remember to tell them that we've won." Yun Ci said with a trembling voice as she looked down at the bloody battlefield. Tears rolled down her face uncontrollably from her closed eyes.

On the battlefield after the war, there were dozens of corpses lying all over the place. Many of them had tears in their eyes as they searched for the corpses of their peers. Every time a corpse was propped up, they would softly say, "Brother (sister), we won.

After hearing these words, some of the disciples, who had died with grievances, actually slowly closed their eyes, causing some female disciples, who had weak emotions, to shed tears and close their eyes, not daring to look at the battlefield.

Many disciples took out clothes that they were going to change into and put them on their fellow disciples, "Brother, if you want to clean yourself up, you have to clean yourself up. How can you be so unkempt?" Some disciples said with tears in their eyes.

After an unknown period of time, all of the corpses of the disciples of the four sects were tidied up. Their clothes were all extremely clean, and the blood on their bodies was also washed clean by the disciples' spirit energy.

Even so, there were still some disciples who had lost arms or legs that had traces of blood seeping out of them, slowly dyeing their clothes red.

At this time, the disciples leading the four sects were gathered together, and each of them spoke in a heavy voice about the number of deaths in their sect.

"Sky Mist Sect, heavily injured three people, dead fifteen. The remaining ten, two of them are missing." Sikong An closed his eyes and said, after which he let out a long sigh. None of the disciples of the Sky Mist Sect had been seriously injured, and they all had more or less wounds on their bodies.

"One person from Blood Sun Valley was severely injured, and ten people died. As for the remaining sixteen, three of them are missing."

"Two people from the Fire Li Sect were severely injured, and thirteen people died. The rest of the twenty-two are missing."

"No one in the Qingyan Sect is seriously injured. Nine people have died. The rest of the nineteen are missing. The whereabouts of two people are unknown."

In one battle, a total of forty-seven disciples died. Excluding the disciples who were severely injured, there were only sixty-seven disciples who could fight, and the reason why there were so few serious injuries was because a large majority of the disciples chose to self-destruct when they saw that they were about to die.

The leading disciples of the four sects were silent. At this time, Su Wan Qing walked over, her voice was filled with exhaustion and sorrow, but also an unquestionable tone, "My fellow disciples, please do not forget to arrange the rest of your junior brothers and sisters to meditate and rest, in order to recover."

"It's almost time for the secret realm to leave. This matter started because of our Sky Mist Sect. Our Sect Leader will give you three sects a satisfactory answer. I'm sorry!" Su Wanqing bowed deeply.

At this moment, her heart was filled with incomparable sorrow. The miserable deaths of her fellow sect members and the exhaustion from the great battle had caused her hatred for the two great sects to rise every day.

"Fairy Su, you have truly troubled us all. No one would have thought that this matter would reach such a stage. Moreover, our four great sects have always been one and the same. If something like this had happened in our sect, your esteemed sect would probably have come to our aid no matter what the cost!"

The disciples of the other three sects were shocked when they saw Su Wanqing's actions. They hurriedly hid to the sides of Su Wanqing and asked.

"Fairy Su, moreover, your Sky Mist Sect suffered the most losses this time, please do not continue."

"That's right, fairy Su. Moreover, without you and fairy Yun from your sect, we would have been completely annihilated. Moreover, half a step into cultivation techniques, it means that we will slowly have to contend with the two of them. At that time, we will definitely take revenge."

"A blood debt can only be paid with blood!"

Su Wan Qing heard their words and bitterly laughed, "Anyways, this matter is thanks to the help of the three sects. In the Scripture Pavilion, we have not only taken half a skill level cultivation technique, there are some other things that we will hand over to the Sect Leader for distribution once we are out."

"Yes, yes, yes. That should be the case. Fairy Su, you should go and recover as well. The secret realm should expel us within a day." A person hurriedly replied.

"Many thanks for your care, fellow Daoists. I will always use my divine sense to scan the area. If someone comes, I can sense them." Su Wanqing nodded and did not refuse. She found a clean place and sat down to cultivate.

Yang Li looked at Su Wan Qing's pale face and dim eyes. His heart ached. He lifted his foot and was about to walk towards Su Wan Qing, but then stopped.

After slapping himself, Yang Li sat down cross-legged and began to cultivate.

"Flames of the clouds and wind! This will never be over!" The hatred in Yang Li's heart intensified. Su Wanqing was so tired, but at least she was still alive and well.

However, those outer sect disciples who had been defending him, apart from Xu Ke and Feng Yue, had all lost their lives in the hands of the disciples of the two great sects.

"Blood debt, blood shall be repaid!"