How can one become an immortal with such laziness?

A terrifying aura emanated from the sky, and the disciples looked up at the sky with wide eyes.

Unfortunately, all they could hear was endless firelight; with their receivers turned off, they couldn't hear a single sound of battle.

"Brother Heiyang..."

Hei Xiaolong clenched his fists, staring intently at the beam of light in the sky with a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

He was rambling incoherently, saying nothing, but he shook his fist violently, as if he wanted to help Hei Yang punch his opponent.

"Sister Hongli, you're so cool!"

Xingyun's eyes lit up, and she trembled with excitement.

"I will definitely work hard and try my best to become as outstanding as you!"

"Oh, may the ancestor protect me, may the grandmaster protect me..."

Zhao Zhuji clasped her hands together, looking nervous, beads of sweat dripping from her forehead, and kept murmuring prayers.

"Honoring the boundless Great Sword Sect, the Five Elements Supreme Sect, freely roaming the realm, blessed by destiny..."

Zhao Zhuji had never seen such a terrifying creature in her life. The colossal dragon that blotted out the sky was something she could never have imagined in her dreams. Even when the former sect leader ascended to immortality, he did not have such an imposing aura.

The suffocating sense of despair, as if the whole world had collapsed at the cost of everything, still gives her the illusion that her heart is aching slightly.

As a genius disciple of the Wuliang Sword Sect, Zhao Zhuji is a genius among geniuses. She is hardworking and diligent, and she has her own pride, just as she would never be willing to admit defeat to her competitors in the same year, such as Xingyun and Hei Xiaolong.

Only Hei Yang and Hong Li, who defy common sense and possess a bunch of illegal skills, could make Zhao Zhuji sigh and not have any thoughts of confrontation.

She didn't even consider the two of them as potential enemies. In her mind, even the elders who had lived for hundreds or thousands of years in the sect wouldn't be considered opponents of those two.

That was a realm beyond Zhao Zhuji's comprehension. She even thought that in this world, those two were simply two bugs created by a malfunction in the Traveling Realm System. Two bugs were enough; any more would be bullying.

Just now, after seeing that huge fire dragon, she immediately realized that it was also an existence she could not contend with.

If the other party so desires, neither I nor my companions will be able to resist in the slightest.

At this moment, their only remaining reliance was on Hei Yang and Hong Li, who were engaged in a fierce duel with the enemy.

In other words, whether they survive or not depends entirely on the outcome of this battle!

If Hei Yang Hong Li fails, they won't even be able to escape.

In other words, Hei Yang Hong Li can only succeed; failure is not an option!

Several minutes have passed, and the battle in the sky continues without any clear outcome, making Zhao Zhuji, who already felt that each day was an eternity, even more miserable.

Must win!

Zhao Zhuji prayed silently.

If we lose, we'll all be doomed.

You'll get sprayed to ashes by a burst of flame.

With her mind racing, Zhao Zhuji couldn't help but turn to look at her boyfriend, Hong Butian, and couldn't help but show a surprised expression.

From the moment they entered, the other party appeared cautious and afraid of dying, looking weak and easily bullied.

Although Zhao Zhuji knew that what the other party was doing was right, after all, the other party's cultivation level was too low, and the first priority was to protect herself here.

Knowing is one thing, but being a coward is another.

But when she turned her head to look at the other person, Zhao Zhuji was greatly surprised by what she saw.

The other person looked relaxed and calm, packing their bag while occasionally glancing up at the sky, muttering, "They should be done soon, huh? Zhuji, what's with that look?"

"Ah this..."

Zhao Zhuji was looking at by Hong Butian with a questioning gaze, and couldn't help but say, "Wait, aren't you nervous at all? You're so calm?"

"What's there to be nervous about? Didn't we say we could go back?"

You don't think those two can't beat them, do you?

Hong Butian waved his hand and casually said, "Don't worry, if those two can't beat us, they'll definitely run away with us."

Since they chose to charge in, it means they've got this game in the bag.

"Okay, I'll organize these things before I go back, so I don't mess them up when I'm in a rush to leave..."

"Ah this..."

Zhao Zhuji opened her mouth slightly, as if she wanted to say something, when something seemed to fall from the sky. She frowned, turned her head to look, and her eyelids twitched.

One, two, three...

Three enormous dragon claws fell from the sky, crashing to the ground. Before they even hit the ground, they vanished in bursts of fire, followed by what seemed to be...

"Well……"

Zhao Zhuji narrowed her eyes, which seemed to be a dragon's head torn into pieces...

"Shh!"

A streak of red light flashed across the dark sky.

"Kick!"

The spear tip stuck in the ground. Hong Li fell down, stepped lightly on the spear shaft with one foot, landed on the ground, and turned her head to look at the sky.

Hei Yang landed gently, smiled at Hong Li who was coming to greet him, and flicked the sword, sending a few sparks flying.

Immediately afterwards, a huge body fell from the sky.

Hei Yang turned his head, calmly looking at the shadow crashing down, sheathed his sword, and hung it back at his waist.

"boom!"

With a powerful flick of its long tail, the dragon's entire body transformed into a ball of fire and vanished without a trace...

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 421 Loneliness is not inherently bad; what makes loneliness bad is the fear of loneliness.

As dusk falls, the aroma of cooking smoke and food wafts through the Five-Colored City.

Outside the Five-Colored City, below the rift in the Fragment Secret Realm, elderly men, women, uncles, and aunties sat on small stools, gazing longingly at the sky.

"It's almost dark..."

Huo Le rubbed his neck and sighed, "Why aren't they back yet..."

"Just wait, what's the rush?"

Tulou Shuiran Yinzi Sheng sat in a circle to one side, the three of them each holding a row of rectangular cards made of bamboo, playing strange cards.

Hearing his senior brother muttering to himself, Tulou nonchalantly drew a card and played it.

"After all, it's an exploration of a secret realm; how can we come out so quickly? Hmm, the Water Spirit Token!"

"Oh, but..."

Elder Huo Le said with a troubled expression, "The two of them said that one day would be enough for them to come back."

"It hasn't even been a day yet!"

Yin Zisheng looked at the cards in his hand and clicked his tongue in displeasure: "I'm going into seclusion and not playing!"

"Ah, but, if it were the two of them..."

Huo Le said with a complicated expression, "Although they can be a bit unreliable at times, they usually keep their word."

"calm."

Shui Ran calmly comforted Huo Le, then played all the cards in her hand except for one.

"Five elements, three cycles, only one card left, it's your turn."

"..."

"..."

Yinzi Sheng and Tulou were silent for a moment, then silently turned the bamboo plaque in their hands upside down and turned to look at the crack in the sky.

"that……"

Tulou Yanxin said guiltily, "It really has been a long time since he came back. Should we go look for him or something?"

"Haste makes waste."

Shui Ran glanced at the earthen building and urged, "Hurry up."

"Ahem, that..."

Yin Zisheng coughed twice and chimed in, "I think Tu Lou and Huo Le have a point. It's almost dark and they still haven't returned; it's indeed a bit worrying..."

"If you're worried, go in and take a look."

Shui Ran said softly, "If you're not going, hurry up and play your cards together with Tulou."

"Cough cough cough cough!" *2

Yin Zisheng and Tulou coughed violently, as if they had gone mad.

"Um, well, that's it..."