The entire Celestial Secret Valley, at this moment, was truly silent enough to hear a pin drop.

Looking at Chu Qing standing there, completely unaffected, having caused such a spectacle yet not blushing or panting, even Wen Fusheng couldn’t help but have his eyelids twitch.

He couldn’t understand what kind of monster was before him.

Prince Mu was already shocking enough, impossible to kill, with one appearing right after another.

But looking at Chu Qing’s stance... killing another ten wouldn’t be a problem.

The only question was whether, if ten more did come, the Celestial Secret Valley could withstand his havoc.

Just as he was pondering this, a faint voice sounded.

Because the surroundings were too quiet, this voice seemed somewhat clear:

"No... next one..."

Chu Qing turned his head; the speaker was Prince Mu lying in the pit.

His mask was completely shattered, revealing an ordinary face.

The Protective Divine Skill was dispersed, leaving him utterly pitiful.

"Still not dead?"

Chu Qing was somewhat surprised.

"Soon, soon."

Prince Mu’s tone remained gentle, with even a trace of a smile at the corner of his lips:

"This prince’s tomb figure left here has been completely cut down by that monk.

"The disciples who were supposed to guard the tomb figure... mostly fell victim to Yellow Springs Powder.

"The remaining ones couldn’t stop that old bald scoundrel.

"Today, you won this battle."

Chu Qing was stunned. Prince Mu had thought he would see joy on Chu Qing’s face, but instead found Chu Qing’s face full of anger:

"How could there be no more? Who did it?"

Looking around, Wen Fusheng pointed his finger, "It’s the monk:"

"Him!!"

The monk was dumbfounded:

"What?"

Chu Qing’s face turned ashen, calling out the system in his mind for a quick look, his expression growing even harsher.

The reward interface still showed those three Treasure Chests.

The reason a fourth didn’t appear was presumably because Prince Mu in the pit wasn’t dead yet.

The problem was... if it weren’t for this old monk’s interference, he should have been able to collect more Treasure Chests.

Looking again at the monk, Chu Qing’s eyes were almost overflowing with killing intent.

The monk felt a tightening in his chest, not knowing how he had offended this youngster.

Clearly, he had helped to clear away the worries, yet not only was he not thanked, but he was also hated?

Seeing this, Prince Mu, even knowing his body couldn’t endure it, couldn’t help but grin, the smile making his appearance even more pitiful.

He forcefully took a deep breath, looking at Chu Qing:

"Next time we meet... you and I... let’s have a good chat..."

As he finished speaking, his breath ceased!

Chu Qing frowned slightly, glancing at the system interface, sure enough, there was another Treasure Chest.

[Protective Treasure Chest].

It should contain a Protective Divine Skill or something?

Thinking this in his mind, he glared at the monk again, then looked within the Celestial Secret Valley at the few remaining disciples of the Celestial Evil Cult:

"What are you all waiting for, kill them all!"

With these words, everyone snapped out of their daze.

Indeed, what were they waiting for? Watching a show?

Immediately, they all charged towards the Celestial Evil Cult.

And this time, the disciples of the Celestial Evil Cult were finally thrown into disarray; Prince Mu had died three times at Chu Qing’s hands, and now without a fourth, Chu Qing was free to kill... how could they resist?

With Chu Qing leading, these people were left with no chance for survival.

In the blink of an eye, the disciples of the Celestial Evil Cult were slaughtered.

When the last disciple of the Celestial Evil Cult was punched into ice shards by Chu Qing, the battle within Celestial Secret Valley finally reached its conclusion.

Those still alive inside exchanged glances.

After this round of massacre, they all felt unsure of what to do next.

The Celestial Secret Tower was right before them, but the treasures of the Celestial Hermit... were gone.

Prior warnings by Wen Fusheng, which they had been skeptical of before, were now fully believed; should they take a look inside the Celestial Secret Tower, have a tour?

After all, it’s considered a relic that’s existed for hundreds of years.

Having come all this way, they couldn’t simply leave without taking a look, right?

But nobody dared act on their own.

Their gazes fell on Chu Qing, hoping to see if this unrivaled young master would allow them to enter the Celestial Secret Tower.

Chu Qing sensed their gaze and was about to speak, but suddenly his brow furrowed.

He pressed a hand to the ground, feeling vibrations building from a weak point and spreading across the area like a mighty earthquake.

At this moment, a figure rushed out from the Celestial Secret Tower, Sun Xiaoxiang shouted:

"You with the surname You, what have you done?

"The secret passage collapsed, the hidden chamber caved in, almost trapping me inside... this place is going to collapse!

"Why aren’t you leaving yet?"

Surname You?

Indeed, in the crowd, there were several with the surname You, but they looked completely innocent... heaven know, they’d been outside battling the Celestial Evil Cult, hadn’t even touched the Celestial Secret Tower’s door, what could they have done?

Nonetheless, Sun Xiaoxiang’s words were simply venting anger, giving no one the chance to respond before she flew toward the valley’s exit.

By this time, the tremors were becoming ever more pronounced, and the others sensed danger.

Following Sun Xiaoxiang’s gaze, Chu Qing squinted slightly, then flicked his sleeve:

"Go!!"

Without further hesitation, they charged out of the Celestial Secret Valley behind Chu Qing.

Behind them, rumbling sounds echoed, causing some to glance back and see the Celestial Secret Tower sinking underground.

The surrounding arched mountain walls began to crumble, even the ground beneath them pulled apart by hideous cracks.