Chapter 2007: Mysterious Means

Ye Zhangqing had already conceived the notion of leaving Prison Immortal Town in his heart; he secretly pondered, running a wine shop—what difference does it make where one does it? Just as he made up his mind, Zhao Buzhu hurried into the room, his face full of worry and concern, anxiously asking.

"Young master, are you alright? Have you suffered any injuries?"

Ye Zhangqing waved his hand and replied.

"It's fine, I'm not seriously injured, just now..."

However, before he could finish his sentence, Zhao Buzhu eagerly cut him off, muttering to himself.

"Oh dear, young master, those people are also overly strange—just because you haven't gone to the northern wasteland to seek a breakthrough, why are they all making such a fuss over nothing?"

Hearing this, Ye Zhangqing couldn't help but frown slightly, as if suddenly noticing something amiss.

He looked at Zhao Buzhu thoughtfully and asked probing.

"Then, has anything special happened outside the town?"

You know, earlier the ground suddenly collapsed, and that sky‑obscuring Black Rope appeared, causing such a huge commotion; logically, the townspeople couldn't possibly have missed it.

Yet looking at Zhao Buzhu's current appearance, he seems completely unaware of it, which is really unreasonable.

Faced with Ye Zhangqing's question that seemed casual but actually hid ulterior motives, Zhao Buzhu shook his head with a doubtful expression and replied.

"No."

He secretly wondered, unable to fathom why Ye Zhangqing would suddenly throw out such a question, what exactly he was referring to.

Seeing Zhao Buzhu's clueless look, Ye Zhangqing's brows furrowed even tighter, as if two deep trenches lay across his forehead.

He merely waved his arm lightly, signaling Zhao Buzhu to step back first.

Immediately afterward, Ye Zhangqing's figure flashed like a bolt of lightning, rushing toward the direction where the Heavenly Thunder tribulation had just occurred.

Since the two places were not far apart, after just a few breaths Ye Zhangqing had already reached his destination, hovering high in midair.

He stood steadily at the horizon, looking down at the scene below.

However, the surroundings were now eerily silent, so quiet it made one feel uneasy.

Not to mention the previously deafening Heavenly Thunder's roar had vanished; even the earlier sky‑covering black ropes that almost blotted out the heavens, and the myriad scars, bottomless fissures in the earth, had all disappeared as if evaporated from the world, leaving no trace.

The space before him appeared calm as before, as if no earth‑shaking event had ever taken place.

But Ye Zhangqing was not discouraged; he closed his eyes slightly, focused his mind, and spread his powerful divine sense like a tide in all directions, meticulously examining every inch of the surroundings.

Yet no matter how hard he searched, he ultimately found nothing.

Moreover, even the mysterious middle‑aged man who had just saved his life at the critical moment, along with his companions, now had no known whereabouts—as if they had vanished into thin air, completely untraceable.

After a thorough search, Ye Zhangqing actually found nothing, leaving him feeling somewhat disheartened and helpless.

In the end, he could only turn away resentfully, filled with doubts.

Meanwhile, the identities of those three middle‑aged men were extremely mysterious, and the means they displayed were bizarre and extraordinary, beyond comprehension.

Ye Zhangqing secretly mused, perhaps these people had employed some mysterious cultivation method or secret technique that he had never even heard of.

In fact, Ye Zhangqing's speculation proved correct.

At this very moment and place, within a special domain forcibly severed from the original space, a heart‑pounding great battle was raging fiercely.

One saw the originally flat and solid ground suddenly begin to collapse, followed by countless ropes like black pythons frenziedly spreading out from underground.

Faced with such a horrifying sight, the three middle‑aged men remained stern‑faced, showing no fear as they engaged in a fierce clash with those black ropes.

In the midst of this fierce battle, deafening roars occasionally erupted from deep underground, as if some terrifying entity was desperately struggling to break free and burst forth.

Through the shocking cracks on the ground above, one could faintly glimpse, in the dark depths below, an enormous eye lurking.

That eye was filled with endless killing intent, glaring viciously at the three middle‑aged men locked in bitter combat with it.

"This creature has now reached the end of its tether; after being sealed for hundreds of millions of years, today is the best moment to slay it—friends, strike together."

Accompanied by that cold shout, the middle‑aged man brandished a sword radiating cold light, his aura like a rainbow, as if capable of tearing the void.

Not far beside him, the other two companions, though they did not speak in response, had their magic treasures flashing with dazzling light, evidently having pushed their own power to the limit, ready to unleash a more vicious assault.

In the blink of an eye, the middle‑aged man's figure flashed, turning into a stream of light that shot first toward the depths below.

Along the way, the black ropes, thick as a spiderweb, snapped apart one after another, unable to impede him in the slightest.

Close behind, the other two were equally undaunted—one wielded a massive wolf‑tooth club, each swing stirring a howling gale; the other flung his palms, unleashing towering palm strikes that forcibly carved a passage ahead.

Thus, the three figures plunged into the deep earth as swiftly as lightning.

In an instant, the entire land began to tremble violently; the once solid ground seemed to be torn apart by an invisible giant hand, revealing bottomless fissures.

Accompanied by rumbling booms, huge rocks shot up into the sky, then crashed down heavily, kicking up clouds of dust and debris.

Through the drifting haze, one could faintly see a black shadow as massive as a mountain range in the depths below, rearing its head to the sky and bellowing deafening roars.

Those roars brimmed with endless anger and reluctance, as if they sought to shatter heaven and earth; yet facing such might, the three middle‑aged men showed no fear, instead quickening their attack rhythm.

For a moment, sword light, club shadows, and palm winds intertwined, forming an impenetrable net that tightly enveloped the huge black shadow.

Wave after wave of astonishingly powerful attacks rained down on the black shadow, tearing its flesh and spilling blood everywhere.

This battle was truly shocking to the world, yet those outside remained completely unaware of this heart‑pounding clash.