Chapter 277: Chapter 277: Come OverRing-shaped Mountain, in a valley to the southeast.

    Two forces were in a stalemate, vying for a half-meter-high tree, entirely green and as thick as an arm, exuding a dense and ethereal aura.

    Three fruits hung on the small tree, each fist-sized and golden, with faint purple patterns and a rich, refreshing fragrance.

    This was indeed the Spiritual Rhythm Dao Fruit, capable of enlightening one’s mind and understanding the Tao Rhythm.

    Ordinary people who consumed it would gain great insight, while martial artists who had grasped Conceptual Realms like Sword Intent or Fist Intent could significantly enhance their comprehension.

    It could be said to be the greatest treasure of the entire Seven Star Secret Realm.

    "The Nine-eyed Spider was killed by the four of us, so the Spiritual Rhythm Dao Fruit rightfully belongs to us. As a concession for the Seven Stars Sect, we are willing to let go of one fruit, but do not push us too far."

    A man in his forties, holding a long spear, spoke up.

    Behind him were three others, two men and one woman, each bearing injuries.

    Beside them lay a gigantic black-haired spider, its face adorned with nine eyes, but a large, bloody hole in its head was still oozing blood, dead beyond doubt.

    "Hmph! Seeing as the Nine-eyed Spider was slain by you, giving you one fruit is already magnanimous. Don’t refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit."

    The cold voice of the Seven Stars Sect replied.

    Although there were only three of them, they faced the four with a momentum that overpowered their opponents.

    The three formed a triangle, with the one speaking being a middle-aged man holding a long knife, and on his right side stood Shi Yunyi.

    Upon closer inspection, one would find that the two were subtly protecting Shi Yunyi behind them.

    The two groups, one angry, the other domineering, hesitated to make any moves, each wary of the other.

    "Spiritual Rhythm Dao Fruit? Haha, I’ve finally found it."

    Just then, a voice came from not far away. sea??h thё n??el Fire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    Moments later, a young man in a black robe, with sword-like brows and bright eyes, handsome in appearance, strode forward confidently.

    He looked ahead and saw the two sides in a standoff beside a large black-haired spider, green blood still oozing from its wounds.

    And not far from the spider, three Spiritual Fruits on a small tree gleamed brightly under the sun, emitting a golden radiance.

    "As expected, it’s the Spiritual Rhythm Dao Fruit. As the saying goes, ’Finders keepers.’ Since there are three fruits, why not split them evenly?"

    The newcomer, unmistakably Zhong Lin, glanced with a smile over the two groups, pausing momentarily on Shi Yunyi.

    Zhong Lin’s casual words, when heard by others present, sounded overwhelmingly domineering and unquestionable.

    Instantly, a burning rage surged, and killing intent boiled over.

    Damn it, our sect’s martial artists are negotiating here, and you, a loose cultivator, come running up, seeking death?

    The young man holding a long sword among the Seven Stars Sect trio was already enraged, about to strike.

    The hilt of his sword was suddenly pressed down, and he instinctively turned his head, only to see Shi Yunyi, with a grave expression, shaking his head at him.

    Although puzzled, the young swordsman heeded the advice, remaining still in silence.

    "Courting death."

    The martial artist from the other side wasn’t so temperate; a young martial artist wielding a long knife let out an angry roar, smashing his long knife into the void toward Zhong Lin, and a sky-blue Sword Gang over tens of meters long slashed down.

    There was no intention to leave a way out, aiming to kill Zhong Lin with a single blow.

    Zhong Lin’s expression turned icy, his clothes fluttering. Just as the Sword Gang was about to strike down, he suddenly quivered all over.

    Stepping! Bowing!

    Boom!

    The ground beneath Zhong Lin’s feet exploded with a thunderous roar, sinking over a foot within a few meters, then dirt shot skyward, and the surrounding trees crashed down.

    Rumbling!

    Amidst the violent rush of Gang wind, Zhong Lin charged forth, his strong body rudely compressing the air in front of him, striding dozens of meters at a step, raising a massive dust dragon in his wake.

    Zhong Lin’s body twisted, stretching abruptly mid-motion, his spine rising like a dragon ascending to the heavens. Amid the eerie wailing of the air tearing, his five fingers clenched into a fist seal, explosively shattering the air, including the azure Sword Gang.

    The youth with the long knife was shaken to the core, his pupils constricting further.

    Mainly because Zhong Lin’s punch was excessively violent; the fist seal exploded the Sword Gang barely after forming it, and the enormous pressure was terrifyingly overwhelming, striking with unstoppable force.

    Hoo-la-la!

    Blasting apart the Sword Gang, the fist seal continued forward in the air, the rolling wind from the fist making his robes flap wildly.

    "Kill!"

    The young sword-wielder roared, raising his long knife to slash again.

    Buzzing!

    Amid the faint ringing of blades, the sword’s gleam flowed like moonlight, cutting through the surrounding rushing air currents, silently yet with unparalleled swiftness, directly aiming at Zhong Lin’s fierce punch.

    It seemed like a single cut but felt as if thousands of swords were swung at once, with Spiritual Origin pouring in wildly, shaking the land.

    "Excellent swordsmanship!"

    In the roaring storm of wind, Zhong Lin also admired.

    "But a good sword technique alone isn’t enough; without Sword Intent, it’s just a showpiece no matter how strong."

    In the hurricane’s rolling air currents, the enormous clanging of metal resounded for miles, the dispersed sword glow and fist wind gouging deep cut marks into the surrounding ground.

    Zhong Lin crushed the long knife with one hand, spreading his five fingers wide and pressing them directly against the youth’s head holding the sword.

    "Be careful."

    "Don’t."

    "Get away."

    The onlooking senior and junior brothers of the sword-wielding youth changed their faces at this sight, especially the senior with the long spear, who raised his Mystic Iron Tiger Head Spear, thrusting it dragon-like at Zhong Lin’s head, attempting to besiege Wei to rescue Zhao.

    Zhong Lin’s idle left hand suddenly extended, five fingers clenching abruptly, the air seeming almost tangible as it was crushed apart, golden Qi-Blood gathering from all around to his arm, accompanied by a dragon’s roar aimed directly at the blood-red spear.

    "What?"

    The middle-aged senior, seeing Zhong Lin facing his spear, found that even the spear’s light couldn’t break the bare skin, causing his heart to pound and his complexion to change drastically.

    Clang!

    In the clash of metal, the spear hit heavily against Zhong Lin’s fist seal, emitting a sound like chopping against a Copper Bell.

    The five fingers opened, the golden palm grasped the spearhead, then gently pressed down.

    The middle-aged senior’s face changed dramatically; at that moment, he felt a tremendous force coming from his Mystic Iron Tiger Head Spear, making it feel ungraspable.

    Furiously rotating his Spiritual Origin, the spear vibrated, producing an unsettling friction against the palm.

    "Come here."

    With a stagger, the Mystic Iron Tiger Head Spear was unexpectedly wrenched from his grasp, becoming another’s trophy.