"This bastard deserves to die!"
"Dammit!"
"Beast, this is nothing but a beast worse than a pig or dog."
At this moment, none of the hundreds of Martial University students ran away; instead, they charged fearlessly into battle, which somewhat reassured the veteran powerhouses present.
"It's not the juniors being weak or foolish that we fear, but their cowardice and lack of mettle."
"Not bad, you did well," Yang Cang nodded in approval.
Luo Yu made his appearance, exposing the origin of the Qin Dynasty Mountain Lord Great Demon possessing Xue Can, and with a series of brutal punches, he literally burst Xue Can open—a scene that stunned all the strong ones present, and even the Martial University team members were shaken when they saw this.
"Fierce."
"Too fierce, ridiculously fierce."
"Is this something an eighteen-year-old kid could do?" Uncle Ying was incredibly shocked. He recalled that Cao Ritian's brother wasn't this fierce when he was eighteen.
"Without any external power boost, bare-knuckled and with direct hits, he blew Quasi First-Rank Xue Can away?" Other experts also exclaimed in disbelief.
Ordinary First Graders broke out in cold sweat at the sight, knowing they would have been killed by this Mountain Lord Great Demon in the Secret Realm and wouldn't have survived to see the end.
Not to mention being an opponent of Luo Yu.
"Well done, so satisfying, it feels good to get revenge," Yang Cang fiercely waved his fist, showing none of the expected composure of an elderly man, his blood boiling with excitement.
Shi Kai said, "I didn't expect Luo Brother to know so many secrets, it's truly amazing."
"This Secret Realm hasn't ended yet? It should be over by now,"
The strong ones watched as the projection continued, filled with incomprehension. But when they considered the ferocious tiger that had escaped and Luo Yu's bloodthirsty appearance, they understood that the situation was far from simple.
Their hearts twitched; there were just so many twists and turns.
If they had been in the same situation, apart from a few First Rank Summit experts who could rely on experience and sheer strength to get through, the rest might have died long ago.
"What should we do next?"
Shi Kai witnessed a shocking scene. Luo Yu actually used the legendary Great Divine Power Fatiang Xiangdi to tear open the ground. In the end, he even summoned the ancient deity Hou Yi, pierced the skies with one arrow, and directly shattered that distant moon-like eyeball.
The momentum was so tremendous that it could be felt through the projection.
They had been puzzled about why Luo Yu was going to such great lengths, but when they saw the eye explode, the Black Tiger, the statues, and the sea of blood appear in an instant, they suddenly understood.
"Hiss—"
Everyone present took a sharp breath, exchanging looks as if asking with their eyes, "Can you make such precise judgments?"
"Too ruthless."
"And he hasn't made a single mistake in every step."
"No matter how cunning the opponent and how many tricks they have, he has thwarted them all."
Luotian, concealed in the shadows, trembled with excitement. Seeing his grandson protect an entire city alone had already been impressive enough to make him proud, but now, in the Secret Realm, his performance was downright supernatural, too valiant, and he hadn't even been injured to date.
"That beast is too cunning, damn it, setting up all these traps in a row."
As much as they cursed, their expressions turned serious, and none dared to underestimate the situation—this was a Great Demon personally suppressed by Emperor Qin Shi Huang, surviving two thousand years, incredibly difficult to deal with.
"Boom!"
In the projection, the aura of the Black Tiger surged, reaching the First Rank Summit in a single breath, and finally controlled the Power of Heaven and Earth within a part of the Secret Realm. Not just the elite Martial University team members felt a chill down their spines watching this, but even the veteran experts felt the same. If they had entered, they would have died too.
Experience was utterly useless at this time. One could either flee or wait to die; escape seemed improbable as the Secret Realm was under the enemy's control.
"How the hell are we supposed to deal with this?
"A scenario waiting for death."
The powerhouses grimaced and turned their heads in surprise, unable to comprehend how, in such a situation where death was almost certain, none of these young lads had died; they were still standing here, perfectly fine.
The miracle could only be attributed to Luo Yu.
When the First Emperor's Spirit emerged, merging with Luo Yu to exhibit imperial dominance, the Imperial Jade Seal, Tai A, and that ancient sword neither gold nor iron, steely with a murderous air—a cascade of treasure light nearly blinded the eyes of the veteran powerhouses; too wealthy, dripping with opulence.
However, the imposing aura of dominance, unchallenged on any side, sent a chill through Shi Kai and the others. This was not something an eighteen-year-old could exhibit.
It was hard to imagine how such a disposition, which required years to cultivate, could appear in Luo Yu, yet there it was—a real presence.
First, he called forth the statues and cut down the complacent First Rank Summit Mountain Lord. Afterwards, he simply defended without attacking, allowing the sky-high murderous aura, brimming with vengeful spirits in the form of the blood tiger, to attack him.
The audience of powerhouses watched in silence, their palms trembling, their eyes reddening.
Those were the lives of tens of thousands of people from Our Great Xia, ordinary civilians with flesh and blood. How could these powerhouses, who carry the future of Great Xia on their shoulders, not feel pain?
"Monstrous beast, you deserve to die, you beast deserve to die! You eat Our Great Xia's people, and you still want to control Our Great Xia's spirits." The First Graders clenched their teeth so hard they made a crunching sound, and the Martial University team members also felt a wave of grief and anger rising from within—the dead were all people of Huaxia.
To the surprise of the elder martial artists present, Luo Yu's choice was to let the statues crumble to death rather than slay the vengeful spirits with a single stroke.
"This kid... this kid is a good boy."
Everyone sighed repeatedly. Although they did not agree with Luo Yu's merciful actions, encouraging the enemy's arrogance, they found it hard to blame him.
If it were them, they would have acted decisively and killed without hesitation.
"I am not like him," a silver-haired elder sighed, shaking his head. He was one of the four First Rank Summit experts.
People nearby also sighed.
"I too lack such a state of mind."
In the projection, the statues shattered, but Luo Yu was not angry. He, in Human-Spirit Fusion, instead reflected inwardly to the vengeful spirits.