Mainland Martial Arts

Chapter 341 The sudden appearance of several great masters

There was another woman, her figure graceful and elegant, her gait swaying like a bewitching flower amidst the bloody battlefield. A hint of allure lingered in her eyes, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile. She approached the drained corpse, squatted down, and gently lifted the clothing from its body with her fingers, examining it closely. "Judging from the clothing, the body below is definitely from Xin Haifeng. Only members of the Demonic Cult can be drained to this degree. This is what they leave behind after draining someone's cultivation." Her voice was gentle and melodious, yet it seemed particularly eerie amidst the horrific scene. The woman appeared to be in her twenties, her skin smooth and fair like mutton-fat jade, but she was actually in her seventies or eighties. The marks of time had been hidden by her special skills. Her eyes gleamed with a mysterious light, as if she knew many unknown secrets.

These individuals appeared relatively young, but in reality, they were all at least fifty years old. They exuded an aura of age and strength, weathered by years and countless battles. They stood at the edge of the pit, each lost in thought, and the entire battlefield was filled with a mysterious and tense atmosphere.

The massive crater resembled a wound torn through the earth, its walls covered in charred marks, a tangled mess of rubble and blood, and a pungent odor. The surrounding trees lay toppled, some even severed in half, their branches trembling in the breeze, as if still dreading the fierce battle that had just taken place.

Zhuang Junhao, the Lord of Jinyan City, stood at the edge of the pit, his brow furrowed, his eyes revealing solemnity and worry. He wore the ornate attire of a Lord, his brocade robe fluttering in the wind, the delicate gold embroidery on the hems gleaming in the sunlight, highlighting his distinguished status. His face was handsome yet majestic, his eyes as deep as a cold pond, unfathomable. As he gazed upon the dire situation within the pit, a myriad of thoughts coursed through his mind.

"Could it be that something's happened to the people at Xinghai Peak? Are they even clashing with the Demon Cult?" Zhuang Junhao muttered to himself, his voice low and hoarse, as if forced from his chest. He squatted down, his slender fingers gently touching the blood-stained dirt at the edge of the pit, his brow furrowing even deeper. A flicker of doubt flashed in his eyes, and various pieces of information about Xinghai Peak and the Demon Cult kept surfacing in his mind, trying to find a clue in this chaotic situation.

The Grandmaster, clad in a white robe, stood to the side, his figure erect and straight, like a towering pine tree. His spotless white robes stood out against the blood-soaked surroundings, as if he were a being detached from this world. Yet, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, closely observing every detail of the battlefield. "With all this commotion, I thought Lin Feng had appeared here. I didn't expect this to be the site of the battle between the Xinghai Peak and the Demon Cult." His voice was cold and emotionless, just like his stern expression. Every word was like a piece of ice, emitting a chill in the air. He shook his head slightly, as if somewhat annoyed by his own misjudgment.

The female Grandmaster held a different allure. Her figure was graceful and curvaceous, adorned in a tight red satin dress that accentuated her figure to perfection. Her face was as delicate as a flower, her eyes gleaming with allure, and a subtle smile perpetually played upon her lips, as if everything in the world were but a game to her. "I thought Lin Feng would be here, too. Since he's not here, I'll still go to Jinyan City to take a look." Her voice was soft and gentle, yet it carried an undeniable firmness. She swung her slender waist and casually approached Zhuang Junhao, her eyes glittering with a cunning glint, as if she were calculating something.

Zhuang Junhao frowned slightly and looked at the female Grandmaster, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes. "I don't care if you want to go to Chen Xin'er to find Lin Feng, but don't make any big noise." His tone was a hint of warning, and his eyes became sharp, like two swords piercing the female Grandmaster. He knew that the stability of Jinyan City was of paramount importance. If these Grandmasters acted recklessly in the city, it would surely cause an uproar.

At this moment, another Grandmaster stepped forward. His face was slightly weathered, his eyes gleaming with calmness and wisdom. "Lord City Lord, I remember Lin Feng seemed to have some connection to the Chen family. I wonder if that's true." His voice was gentle, yet possessed an undeniable power. The other two Grandmasters also looked at Zhuang Junhao, their eyes filled with curiosity and anticipation, hoping he could solve this mystery.

Zhuang Junhao raised his head slightly, scanning the crowd with a flicker of impatience. "I don't know anything about this. If you want to know, go look it up yourself," he said, his tone somewhat stiff. He turned away, ignoring them and continuing to observe the battlefield. He felt a little irritated. This sudden battle had made him sense the potential danger, and the Grandmasters' inquiries only added to his annoyance.

As soon as the words fell, the three Grandmasters exchanged a glance, then vanished in a flash. Their movements were as swift as lightning, leaving only a faint rustle of wind echoing through the air, as if they had never appeared. Only the group that arrived later and Zhuang Junhao remained standing at the edge of the pit.

The group that arrived was a diverse group, including disciples from various sects and wandering cultivators. They had heard unusual activity in the area and wanted to investigate, hoping to gain some benefit or intelligence. However, after listening to the conversations of several Grandmasters, most realized that the information they sought was unavailable and that remaining would be a waste of time. So, they began to leave, and murmurs of discussion rose from the crowd.

"Let's go. We have nothing to do here. It looks like it's just a dispute between grandmasters." A young disciple said, a hint of disappointment in his eyes. He put away his weapon, turned around and prepared to leave.

"Yeah, let's not get involved, so as not to get into trouble." Another person echoed. He patted the dust off his body and slowly left with the crowd.

Zhuang Junhao breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the crowd gradually disperse. He knew that these people staying would only complicate the situation. He turned and looked at the people he had brought with him, his eyes becoming serious. These men were the elite of Jinyan City, battle-hardened and loyal to him. Now, they stood in a neat formation behind Zhuang Junhao, awaiting his orders.