The entire forest fell silent, with only the faint sound of the wind rustling through the treetops.
The massive mountain peaks were now shrouded in a mysterious purple fog, enveloping the battlefield with an intense and deadly aura.
At the same time, within the Martial Hall, a burst of uproar erupted.
"What’s going on with this progress bar? Why has it turned this color?" someone exclaimed in surprise.
On the light screen, the nine progress bars had turned a glaring blood-red.
Everyone’s faces were filled with panic, not knowing what was happening.
The elder who previously recognized the mid-level martial practice was now trembling all over, his lips quivering uncontrollably, as he stuttered.
"High... high-level martial practice! My God, it’s a high-level martial practice that hasn’t appeared once in a thousand years!"
With these words, the entire hall fell into dead silence.
High-level martial practice!
This term had only been seen by Family Head-level beings from ancient texts, and to other young people, it was unheard of!
Yet, the more that was so, the more this term was shrouded in mystery.
Someone quietly asked, "What is high-level martial practice?"
The elder took a deep breath and slowly explained, "This martial arena was constructed by an ancient Bing Family master, and the levels of the martial practice are controlled by the spirit of the rules within, completely impervious to external interference."
"Thousands of years ago, during the Bing Family’s heyday, nearly every martial practice was of mid-level. It was only later that, due to various reasons, low-level practices became the norm."
"But I was fortunate enough to hear my master mention that ten thousand years ago, when this martial arena was first built, the martial practices were of high-level!"
"What’s the difference between high-level and mid-level?" asked Long Yushu, who hadn’t spoken since entering.
The elder gave a bitter smile, "Of course, there’s a difference, and a significant one at that!"
"Low-level is merely to test the basic abilities of each family’s soldiers, while mid-level begins to involve battlefield skills and includes elimination, but high-level...."
The elder swallowed hard, "High-level involves the top-secret martial skills of the Bing Family and allows for fatalities!"
"What? Fatalities?"
"Exactly!" the elder nodded, "Which means that in the current martial arena, if someone dies, their soul will be absorbed by the spirit of the rules within, completely obliterated!"
Upon hearing this, everyone’s expressions changed dramatically.
Yue Qinghuan’s face quickly turned pale.
She also didn’t expect things to suddenly escalate to what they are now!
If anything were to happen to Xue An and the soldiers of the Yue Clan inside...
The consequences would be unimaginable!
"What are we going to do! My family’s legitimate son is still in there!"
"Yes, my blood heir is also inside. He is the successor I’ve carefully nurtured. If he dies, it will be a huge problem!"
"Is there any way to stop this martial practice now?" Sima Tiancheng suddenly asked.
The elder shook his head, "It’s impossible. If it were a low-level martial practice, it might be forcibly halted, but once it reaches a high-level state, no external force can interfere. Only when the martial practice ends can everything be stopped!"
Everyone fell silent, then simultaneously looked at the glaring red progress bar on the light screen.
Who would have thought that a seemingly ordinary martial practice would turn into this!
Yue Qinghuan secretly clenched her fists, her palms sweaty.
Xue An... you have to hang in there!


After all, he was the Family Head’s most favored son; there was no point in provoking him.
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