If you die, I will be able to inherit your cultivation.

The murderous intent, anger, expectation, and greed on the faces of the quasi-saints all froze.

Everyone was stunned, their eyes filled with disbelief.

After a brief silence, a chorus of surprised and doubtful shouts suddenly erupted.

"Where is he? Where did Xuanqing go?"

"How could it have run away?!"

"We, over twenty quasi-saints, have laid down an inescapable trap, how could he possibly vanish into thin air?"

Everyone was completely thrown off balance, their faces filled with shock, doubt, and resentment.

They are all top-tier quasi-saints in this universe. When they join forces to seal off an area, even a saint himself would not be able to escape silently.

Today, they watched helplessly as Xuan Qing entered the formation to seize the treasure, but in the end, they couldn't even keep a glimpse of him. This completely overturned everyone's understanding.

Everyone's faces were ashen, their hearts burning with rage, yet they were also filled with doubt, unable to understand how the other party had managed to escape.

Just as the quasi-saints in the audience were filled with doubt and rage, someone extended their divine sense and caught sight of a figure in the distant void, then suddenly roared loudly.

"There it is!"

The moment the roar echoed through the sky, the quasi-saint who had shouted the words had already teleported away and rushed towards the edge of the secret realm.

At this very moment, Xuan Qing, the true Xuanwu clan member, had just arrived at the edge of this secret realm continent by following the spatial fluctuations left behind by the others.

He wore a tortoise-shell Taoist robe, and his aura was gentle and reserved, just like his cautious and low-key personality.

The moment he stepped into the secret realm, he prepared to concentrate on exploring the entire area.

However, just as he regained his footing, a fierce and domineering quasi-saint attack suddenly crashed down from the heavens, striking his body directly.

Xuan Qing's pupils contracted slightly, and his heart tightened.

He instantly sensed that the attack was extremely powerful, a full-force strike from a Quasi-Saint, brimming with killing intent and showing no mercy.

Xuan Qing dared not be careless in the slightest, nor dared to be overconfident.

He raised his hand and instantly summoned his natal treasure, a top-grade innate spiritual treasure with brilliant golden light and refined patterns.

Lingbao responded and hovered in front of him, steadily blocking the sudden and fatal blow.

With a deafening roar, the supernatural power and the spiritual treasure collided, and the violent energy shockwaves exploded in all directions.

Before Xuan Qing could regain his footing and recover, several powerful attacks from different directions and from different Quasi-Saints came one after another.

Layer upon layer, endlessly, blocking all his escape routes.

Xuanqing's expression was solemn. He tightly protected his natal spiritual treasure around his body, circulated his cultivation, and activated his Xuanwu Dao Body to withstand all the attacks.

Having blocked several fatal attacks in succession, Xuan Qing was filled with confusion and astonishment, his mind racing as he tried to figure out the reasons.

He was gentle by nature and had never made enemies with anyone for tens of thousands of years. He always lived in seclusion, cultivated himself, and was known throughout the heavens as a kind-hearted person.

He never gets involved in disputes, never tries to seize opportunities, and never deliberately offends any top experts.

He couldn't understand why he was suddenly attacked by a group of quasi-saints.

He subconsciously thought he had fallen into someone's trap.

Upon closer examination, however, it seems utterly illogical and makes no sense whatsoever.

Just as his mind was in turmoil, a series of shouts, filled with endless cursing and resentment, resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

"Old tortoise! ​​Hand over the stolen treasure at once!"

"Xuanqing! You dare to hide and show your true colors? Let's see where you run to today!"

"We always thought you were kind and honest, but it turns out you're the most treacherous and cunning one!"

"What a hypocritical old man! How dare he monopolize the innate opportunities of the secret realm!"

Hearing the angry curses, each one aimed directly at him, Xuan Qing was completely stunned, his mind blank.

He looked around blankly, watching the supernatural attacks coming from all directions.

Seeing the fury and murderous intent on the faces of the quasi-saints, he finally realized that he had been identified by everyone as the culprit who stole the treasure, and had inexplicably provoked the wrath of the entire crowd.

Overwhelmed with grievances and confusion, Xuan Qing used all his cultivation and his natal magic weapon to desperately defend against the continuous attacks, while shouting loudly, trying to explain the misunderstanding.

"Fellow Daoists! I have never stolen any treasures, nor have I ever set foot in any secret realm! I do not know where I have offended you all, please enlighten me and allow me to explain!"

But no one was willing to listen to his roars.

At this moment, the group of Quasi-Saints were consumed by rage. The frustration of having their opportunities stolen and being played with erupted, leaving them with nothing but killing intent and resentment.

A new, even more ferocious attack, imbued with boundless killing power, crashed down once more.

"What's there to explain! You shameless old bastard!"

"Insidious and cunning, yet daring to use clever excuses!"

"Enough with the nonsense! The crime of stealing treasure is punishable by death! Hand over the treasure immediately!"

The dense attacks came in layers, each aimed at his vital points, each strike fatal, giving Xuan Qing no chance to speak, explain, or even have a chance to recover.

Xuan Qing's heart sank completely, and he instantly understood.

He already understood that no matter how he explained, no one would believe him at this moment.

His physical defense was unparalleled among the Quasi-Saints of the Five Realms, so these people couldn't kill him in a short time.

However, if one is imprisoned and sealed by this group of quasi-saints, once trapped in the sealed land, no one can break free, and one will never be able to escape, which is no different from death and annihilation.

At this moment, arguing is pointless; preserving one's life is the only priority.

Xuan Qing suppressed all the grievances, confusion, and bewilderment in his heart, and his expression became completely serious.

He began to fully activate his cultivation and spiritual treasures, protecting himself and waiting for an opportunity to break through and escape this undeserved disaster.

However, the relentless attacks from all directions, one after another quasi-saint level divine power, slammed into the spiritual treasure protective shield in front of him, causing Xuan Qing's blood and qi to stagnate and his body to retreat repeatedly.

While desperately resisting the attack, he quickly scanned the surrounding void, and a sense of utter despair welled up in his heart.

More than twenty quasi-saints had already sealed off the entire airspace, locking everything in the sky, on the ground, in front, behind, left, right, and even in the void itself.

All escape routes were cut off, leaving no gaps.

At this moment, he was completely surrounded and had no chance of escaping.

Endless grievances, anger, and helplessness piled up in his heart. He was unjustly blamed for stealing the treasure and was besieged by five quasi-saints from the five realms without even a chance to explain himself.

In this desperate situation, a ruthless glint flashed in Xuan Qing's eyes, and he no longer held back any of his strength.

A flash of spiritual light appeared around Xuan Qing, and three clones that were exactly the same as him in appearance, aura, and cultivation level separated from his body.

However, Xuanqing also summoned his three corpses, and the four figures stood side by side.

The four figures of Xuanqing simultaneously raised their heads and let out a long, resounding roar that shook the heavens and the earth.

The howling sound, carrying the ancient bloodline pressure of the Xuanwu clan, shook the entire void of the secret realm.

As the long howl subsided, the four figures simultaneously swelled and transformed, completely shedding their human forms and revealing their true forms as Xuanwu.