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The giant bear's aura remained steadily at the late stage of the Saint Realm, two whole minor levels higher than Wang Long's currently suppressed realm.

As if sensing the intruder's presence, it slowly raised its head, its cloudy, yellowish-brown eyes piercing through the open space and precisely locking onto Wang Long's location.

Wang Long stopped and stared at the giant bear across the open space for a moment.

He didn't back down; a very slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Finally, I've met a worthy opponent."

Before the words were even finished, the giant bear had already moved.

Although it was enormous, it moved much faster than Wang Long had anticipated.

The ground trembled slightly under its stomping, and fallen leaves were blown away by the air currents, carrying a pungent, fishy wind that rushed straight towards them.

Wang Long did not dodge; he made a grasping motion with his right hand, and a pale golden light sword materialized in his palm.

His gaze was fixed on the giant bear's movements. His Chaotic Dao Body's instincts allowed him to clearly perceive the slight bulge of muscles on the bear's shoulder blades as it charged. He took a deep breath and then charged head-on towards the giant bear.

The two figures collided violently in the center of the open space. The golden light and the dark green scales collided in mid-air, producing a muffled and deep roar that sent the surrounding fallen leaves flying everywhere.

The battle ended quickly.

The giant bear's massive body fell from the sky, crashing heavily to the ground and disappearing from sight.

Wang Long's mental strength was greatly enhanced once again!

"Perfect!"

He was excited, feeling that killing a few hundred of them would allow his mental power to reach the Supreme Realm.

Advancing to the Supreme Realm is a natural progression.

Wang Long continued searching for his target, but found no more magical beasts.

It seemed as if they were deliberately avoiding him, which made Wang Long feel somewhat disappointed.

while walking.

They could vaguely hear a commotion ahead, not the growl of a monster, but human voices, tinged with noise and malice.

Wang Long followed the sound, passed through several thick ancient trees, and suddenly his view opened up.

There was a small clearing in the woods, where several figures were gathered in a circle. One person was lying on the ground, being pushed and kicked by the others in turn.

"As expected, he's just some nobody from that remote place in the Eastern Region. He dares to enter the Spirit Realm with such meager skills? What a waste of a spot."

"Look at this cowardly creature, not even daring to fight back. Is this your first time here?"

"Hahaha, I think he's scared out of his wits. He's really a useless piece of trash, not worth using as a whetstone."

The person surrounded curled up, covering his head and face with his hands. He didn't retaliate or struggle; he just silently endured the punches and kicks.

His robes were covered in mud and grass clippings, indicating that he had been beaten for a while.

Wang Long stood in the shadows of the forest and watched quietly for a few moments.

He wasn't one to meddle in other people's business, but when he heard that the people being bullied were from the Eastern Region...

Moreover, Wang Long needed to find someone to inquire about this spiritual realm. After careful consideration, he decided to uphold justice!

Hey, you guys!

Wang Long shouted angrily, interrupting their noisy mockery.

The men who were beating them stopped at the same time and turned around.

The leader was a tall, muscular young man with a fierce look on his face. He looked Wang Long up and down and sneered.

"Another one coming to their death? You're from the Eastern Regions too? This backwater really does seem to be teeming with people coming out of here."

"We are elders from the Western Region's Xuantian Sect. If you know what's good for you, get lost and don't get in our way!"

Wang Long sneered.

"Xuantian Sect? I've never heard of it. Do you find it satisfying to bully someone who doesn't dare to fight back?"

The tall, muscular man's face darkened.

"Who the hell do you think you are? You dare lecture me? Let's teach this arrogant brat a lesson first!"

Several figures immediately dispersed and surrounded Wang Long, each conjuring a light blade in their hands. Although their cultivation levels were suppressed to the early stage of the Saint Realm, their fierce aura was still fully unleashed.

Wang Long stood still, neither dodging nor avoiding.

The first person to rush forward brandished a light blade and slashed at Wang Long's shoulder with tremendous force.

Wang Long simply turned slightly to the side, avoiding the blade, and at the same time raised his hand, his palm precisely slicing into the man's wrist. The light blade flew out of his hand, and the man let out a short cry of pain, staggering forward.

The second person attacked from the side. Instead of retreating, Wang Long stepped forward and entered the other person's arms. He bent his elbow and struck the man in the chest. With a muffled thud, the man flew backward, crashed into an ancient tree, and slid to the ground.

The remaining people hesitated for a moment, a look of surprise and doubt flashing in their eyes.

The leading elder of the Xuantian Sect gritted his teeth and let out a low roar.

"Attack together! Don't give him a chance to pick them off one by one!"

The remaining four attacked simultaneously, their spiritual energy blades blocking all of Wang Long's escape routes from four directions.

Wang Long still did not retreat.

He moved with agility, his feet barely touching the ground, weaving nimbly through the gaps between the four attacks. Each movement was perfectly timed to avoid the sharpest blows, and each counterattack was precise and concise.

In no time at all, the four men fell to the ground, clutching the areas where they had been hit, their faces turning pale and blue.

The tall, strong man was the last one to stand.

He instinctively took two steps back, glaring at Wang Long with a mixture of shock and anger.

He was used to acting arrogantly and domineeringly, relying on the name of Xuantian Sect. Bullying the weak in the Spirit Realm was commonplace for him. But today he had met his match. The other party was not only strong, but also had a clean and efficient method that made people's hearts tremble.

Wang Long was somewhat disappointed. These people were so weak; even combined, they weren't as strong as that giant bear from before.

The tall, muscular man swallowed hard, forcing himself to maintain his composure, and hissed,

"You, you just wait! The Xuantian Sect will not let you get away with this!"

"Xuantian Sect?"

Wang Long glanced at him indifferently.

"Which remote, obscure sect?"

The tall, muscular man's face flushed red with anger and frustration, but he dared not make a move again.

He gritted his teeth, gave a wink to his companions who were still groaning on the ground, and the group helped each other to their feet.

Before he could even finish his harsh words, he retreated into the depths of the dense forest, cursing and swearing, his steps so fast it was as if he was afraid Wang Long would change his mind and chase after him.

"Just you wait, the Xuantian Sect will remember this grudge!"

The open space fell silent.

The person who had been beaten slowly sat up, his face covered in dirt and grass clippings, and a small cut on the corner of his mouth, from which blood seeped.

He looked up at Wang Long, somewhat stunned, as if he hadn't fully recovered from the situation he had just been in.

"Are you... alright?"

Wang Long stepped forward and extended his hand to him.

The man suddenly came to his senses, quickly grabbed Wang Long's hand for support to stand up, patted the dirt off his body, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and smiled somewhat embarrassedly.

"Thank you for saving me. I truly didn't expect the people of Xuantian Sect to be so unreasonable..."

"They bully people without any reason."

Wang Long withdrew his hand and glanced at him.

The man nodded and quickly cupped his hands in greeting to introduce himself.

"My name is Chen Zhiyuan, a disciple of the Qinghe Sect in the Eastern Region. This is my third time entering the Spirit Realm."

He paused, then looked at Wang Long with some curiosity.

"May I ask how you should address my benefactor?"