Chapter 260: The Strength of the Colorful Robes Sect

The emergence of the Colorful Robes Sect and the Emei Sect finally gave the members of the five major sects in the Wangling Hall a chance to counterattack. Not daring to delay, a group of highly skilled protectors, led by the Thirteen Stick Monks, rushed down from above on both sides and approached the Blue Ghost Face Sect.

The Blue Ghost Face Sect was built from a hard, blue-colored rock. Judging from the holes in the wall, it was at least twenty centimeters thick…

Bang!

The massive “Silver Horn Sticks” struck the wall with thunderous force, producing a deep and earth-shaking roar! The faces of the Thirteen Stick Monks changed instantly—the intense rebound force numbed their palms, forcing them to stagger back. Yet the wall remained intact; only shallow dents less than three centimeters deep appeared on its surface, with no cracks at all.

“So thick!”

“I’ll take it!”

A thunderous shout rang out in the air. Ouyang Qing, a disciple of the Wudang Sect, moved with astonishing speed, as if bringing a dazzling streak of light from the heavens. His sharp sword blade struck the wall like lightning.

Clang!!

Ouyang Qing was also sent flying back by the powerful rebound force, but a clear groove over thirty centimeters long and four centimeters deep appeared on the wall.

Someone seemed to be observing outside from behind the wall. Noticing the attacks, they launched more flying knives, ignoring the members of the Colorful Robes Sect and the Emei Sect and targeting those nearby instead.

Fortunately, the five major sects were prepared. A group of highly skilled protectors, at full strength, shielded the Thirteen Stick Monks and Ouyang Qing. Yet under the relentless attacks, nearly half of them lost their protective barriers and suffered varying degrees of injury.

“Damn it!”

“Don’t lose heart!”

“The attacks are working!”

“In the next round, attack together! Use our strongest moves—we must break this wall!”

Although slightly injured, Ouyang Qing realized from his own attack that the wall wasn’t invincible. He used his internal energy to shout, boosting everyone’s morale and confidence:

“Friends from the Huashan Sect and Emei Sect, please come and help us too!”

For the first time, the strength of the Colorful Robes Sect was recognized by more people. Even the senior sisters of the Emei Sect were impressed by the brutal scene before them and the protective abilities of the Colorful Robes Sect members.

Hearing the invitation from the five major sects, they glanced at the piles of corpses around them and nodded.

“Let’s go!”

Feng Wu stepped forward, and from her Qiankun Bag emerged a domineering silver horned staff, identical to the weapon held by the Thirteen Rod Monks.
The group of Emei sect female disciples were utterly amazed—Feng Wu’s magnificent attire, her imposing weapon, and her heroic demeanor revealed a personality and boldness beyond that of ordinary players.
“Great!”
Standing in front of Feng Wu, Yitong had already repaired his protective armor. With a swift motion of his plump arms, a massive purplish-red axe landed heavily in his palms. Its huge blade, combined with Yitong’s size and fierce aura, made him resemble Li Yuanba descending from heaven as he charged forward with an open mouth.
Following him were Xiao Piji, Yucha Zhe, Baolong, and the Three Wolves of Solitude—each exuding the aura of experts at the Mysterious Realm level. Led by the eye-catching Yitong and Feng Wu, they soared into the air with astonishing momentum, passing by the stunned expressions of the others in the hall and reaching the front lines.
“The Colorful Robes Sect…” The Emei sect girls were completely shocked, repeating over and over the name of the sect that Nuomi had just told them, their eyes filled with wonder and interest.
Clang…
Bang!!!!
The people in front of the Ghost Face Sect paid little attention to what was happening behind them, focusing entirely on the Ghost Face Sect and the flying knives being launched at them. Whenever they got a chance, they would regroup and quickly carve grooves into the Ghost Face Sect’s defenses or deepen the existing shallow pits.
Suddenly!
A thunderous force rose from behind.
A loud, somewhat childish roar came from behind the group, “I’m coming!!!” The atmosphere in the entire hall seemed to freeze. Everyone stepped back to make room, turning around in alarm.
When they looked back!
In mid-air above the hall!
A fat man clad in black armor raised his arms high above his head, his face solemn. He tightly grasped a massive purplish-red axe and descended from the sky toward the Ghost Face Sect.
In the air, the roar of the king of beasts—like that of a tiger in the mountains—could be faintly heard!!!
At that moment, whether it was the Thirteen Rod Monks, Ouyang Qing from the Wudang Sect, or the people from Lingyin Temple, they were all deeply intimidated by Yitong’s stunning presence.
Martial arts at the highest level of the Mysterious Realm…
In an instant, the purplish-red axe crashed down on the Ghost Face Sect’s walls with the force of a splitting mountain!!!
Boom!!
The ground shook, and the entire royal tomb hall trembled.
The fierce momentum also caused the flying knives inside to slow down slightly, seemingly affected by it as well.

But as everyone eagerly stared at the Ghost Face Wall, all they saw on that seemingly solid wall was a deep gash—over a hundred centimeters long, more than thirty centimeters wide, and eight centimeters deep—created by an axe. A clear crack wound its way outward, leading to a square hole. Yet to everyone’s disappointment, the damned wall still hadn’t collapsed.
“Damn it!”
Yi Tong was also stunned. He hadn’t expected that even with the Arhat Axe borrowed temporarily from the warehouse and the advanced technique “Five Tigers’ Reincarnation Hammer” from the Profound Mystery Realm, they still couldn’t break through the wall.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Dozens of flying knives shot out rapidly from various holes, splitting into even more, all aimed at Yi Tong, who was still standing dazed on the ground.
“Be careful!”
It was too late—no one could save Yi Tong anymore. But at the sound of the warning cry, he shuddered and quickly regained his senses. Swinging his Arhat Axe horizontally, he shattered all the flying knives with its blade. A few that managed to hit him were blocked by his black energy armor, minimizing the damage.
The members of the major sects were stunned: Damn! He’s a real human fortress!! He seemed stronger than a group of people tied together.
“Where did this expert come from? Why haven’t we heard of him before?”
Some people speculated in secret, their gazes toward the Colorful Robes Sect growing even more intense.
With Yi Tong drawing the enemy’s fire, experts like Feng Wu and the Colorful Robes Sect cheered, “Fat guy, you’re so awesome!” “Haha, little fat guy, don’t move!” as they joyfully rushed to both sides of the Ghost Face Wall…
Blades flashing, swords gleaming!
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The intense firepower on this side finally alerted the others from the five major sects. Realizing what was at stake, they snapped out of their daze and threw themselves into the fight…
Under Yi Tong’s cover, more cracks appeared on the Ghost Face Wall, stones flying everywhere, and the wall growing thinner by the moment!
At that moment, no one noticed a young man in blue entering the hall. After observing the situation inside, his furrowed brows relaxed slightly. Silently, he slipped behind the chaotic crowd.