Chapter 1938: Impudent! Still not releasing the person?

Seeing this group of Netherworld Palace inner disciples suddenly appear before him, Tian Xing's heart couldn't help but jolt.

Having been in the Immortal Realm for some time, especially during his stay at Tian Shan, he and his companions used Tian Shan's information channels to gain a deep understanding of major powers like the Netherworld Palace and the Guo Clan.

After all, once one enters the secret realm, everyone becomes a competitor; to be completely ignorant of it would be tantamount to seeking death.

Precisely for this reason, upon seeing the disciples' distinctive attire, Tian Xing immediately recognized them as Netherworld Palace inner disciples, without exception.

It was already somewhat strange for the Netherworld Palace to send disciples into the secret realm, but what is truly baffling is that all those who came this time were exclusively inner disciples.

What on earth is going on? Could it be that the Netherworld Palace had already decided not to allow these cultivators from the lower realm to participate? If so, why go to all this trouble?

As Tian Xing stood there full of doubt, his gaze suddenly fell upon Luo Jiuyou, who was tightly guarded behind by many Netherworld Palace inner disciples.

Luo Jiuyou was covered in wounds and his breath was faint, yet even with severe injuries, his stern visage still revealed unyielding resolve.

At that moment, a Netherworld Palace inner disciple, full of concern, carefully placed a healing pill into Luo Jiuyou's mouth.

Though the whole scene resembled serving a master, what truly stunned Tian Xing was the pill that Luo Jiuyou had swallowed.

This... this damn thing actually is an immortal pill.

It is truly hard to believe that such a precious and rare immortal pill could be so casually taken out and used.

Moreover, to let Luo Jiuyou recover from his injuries, they directly fed him an immortal pill without hesitation—this is excessively generous, almost extravagant.

The more he thought about it, the more it felt wrong; there must be some hidden circumstance.

One must know that an immortal pill of this grade is not easily obtained, yet now it is being used on Luo Jiuyou as if tossing candy.

There must be some secret hidden here; otherwise, why would they act this way?

Just what special status does Luo Jiuyou hold within the Netherworld Palace?

Why do the Netherworld Palace's inner disciples treat him with such reverence and obedience, even to the point of extreme caution, as if fearing to displease him?

Indeed, in Tian Xing's view, the way these Netherworld Palace disciples treat Luo Jiuyou is practically like serving a domineering patriarch at home who brooks no dissent.

For example, just now, when they saw Luo Jiuyou completely ignoring everyone, the expressions of relief on those disciples' faces further displayed this strange phenomenon in full.

It is quite evident that, regarding Luo Jiuyou's disregard, they felt no dissatisfaction; instead, it was as if a heavy stone weighing on their hearts had finally landed, leaving them completely at ease.

"First seize him, then we'll talk."

As Tian Xing felt astonished and puzzled by this, he suddenly heard a Netherworld Palace inner disciple shout those words loudly.

Upon hearing those words, Tian Xing, who had been lost in thought, snapped back to attention, but at the same time a surge of panic rose in his chest, causing him to involuntarily shout aloud.

"Wait."

Before Tian Xing could finish his sentence, he was cut off by a furious shout.

"Damn it, lie down obediently."

Several Netherworld Palace inner disciples rushed at him like hungry tigers pouncing on prey, giving him no chance to speak or explain, and launched an attack instantly.

As soon as they clashed, Tian Xing was clearly at a disadvantage.

These Netherworld Palace inner disciples are strong and well-coordinated; even with all his might, Tian Xing struggles to withstand their fierce assault.

After just a single exchange, Tian Xing was defeated without any doubt, not even able to muster a bit of resistance.

All that was heard was a dull "thud" as one of them struck Tian Xing's chest with a heavy punch, sending him flying backward like a kite with its string cut.

The blow was immensely powerful; even though the disciple had held back, Tian Xing still suffered severe injury, vomiting blood profusely and his body swaying on the verge of collapse.

Immediately afterward, another Netherworld Palace disciple flickered into view like a ghost before Tian Xing, grabbed him with one hand as if lifting a small chicken.

"Don't let him die so easily."

The leading disciple said coldly.

"Senior brother, rest assured, I'm holding back; he won't die."

The disciple holding Tian Xing gave a hehe laugh and replied.

Upon hearing that, the leading disciple nodded slightly, indicating satisfaction.

Afterwards, he turned his head to look at the person beside him and asked.

"How is Luo Jiuyou's condition?"

That person hurriedly replied.

"Reporting to senior brother, after Junior Brother Luo took the pill, his injuries have basically stabilized; there is no serious problem for now."

"Hmm."

The leading disciple gave a soft acknowledgment; the stone weighing on his heart finally fell. He glanced again at the captured Tian Xing, a flash of ruthlessness crossing his eyes.

At that moment, the disciple slowly turned his body; his sharp gaze swept like lightning over every cultivator from Tian Shan's lower realm present.

Feeling that icy, oppressive gaze, those lower-realm cultivators' hearts involuntarily surged with panic.

Their eyes began to dodge; they dared not meet that disciple's gaze even slightly, as if any contact would swallow them in the terrifying power it held.

However, just as this senior brother was preparing to take further action, the previously calm sky suddenly seemed to be torn apart, revealing huge, profound spatial rifts.

These rifts resembled the gaping bloody maws of ferocious beasts, sending chills down one's spine.

At the same time, several streams of overwhelming, breath‑stealing immortal‑realm‑level nefarious aura surged out from those spatial rifts, instantly permeating the entire area.

This sudden change caused the faces of the Netherworld Palace's inner disciples to shift dramatically; they immediately entered a state of high alert.

A few of them stepped forward without hesitation, quickly moving to Luo Jiuyou's side, tightly shielding him in the middle to form a solid line, ensuring his personal safety without fail.

Under the tense gazes of everyone, the Guo brothers strode out from the spatial rifts with steady, powerful steps.

As soon as their figures appeared, they drew everyone's attention.

However, the Guo brothers seemed to pay no heed to the surrounding people; they looked straight downward and then roared in unison.

"Impudent! Release the person at once!"

This roar thundered like a clap of thunder, making the ears of everyone present ring.