His voice boomed like thunder, instantly drowning out the shouts of battle.

The fighting on the battlefield came to an abrupt halt, and everyone's eyes turned to Xiao Feng and Qiu Mobai.

Upon seeing this, the Ming Cult disciples all stepped back a few paces, distancing themselves from the immortal sect disciples.

The disciples of the immortal sect looked at each other, at a loss for what to do.

Xiao Feng surveyed his surroundings and said in a deep voice, "Listen up, people of the Immortal Sect! Retreat immediately, or I'll send your sect leader to the Western Paradise!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a disciple from the immortal sect suddenly shouted, "Xiao Feng, if you have the guts, then kill Qiu Mobai! We disciples of the immortal sect swear to fight to the death!"

This shout seemed to ignite a fuse, and the other disciples of the immortal sects echoed, "Yes! Kill him, and we won't back down!"

"Even if the sect leader is dead, we will avenge him!"

Xiao Feng frowned, he hadn't expected these disciples of the immortal sects to be so stubborn.

He turned to look at Qiu Mobai, only to see that the Immortal Cloud Sect Master's face turned deathly pale upon hearing this, and cold sweat poured down his forehead.

"You...you bunch of idiots!" Qiu Mobai shouted angrily, "Who told you not to back down? Get out of here now!"

The disciples of the immortal sect remained unmoved by their sect leader's angry rebuke.

Someone shouted back, "Sect Leader, don't be afraid! We will never abandon you! Even if we die, we will stand with you through thick and thin!"

Upon hearing this, Qiu Mobai's expression became even more distorted.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end only let out a desperate sob.

Looking at the scene before him, Xiao Feng couldn't help but feel both amused and exasperated.

He never expected that these disciples of the immortal sects would be brainwashed to such an extent that they would not even obey their own sect leader's orders.

"Sect Master, attacking such a heretical sect as the Ming Cult will inevitably result in heavy casualties for us. Your sacrifice is truly for the great cause of our immortal sect!"

"Yes, Sect Master, why delay our opportunity any longer?"

"If the sect leader truly cares about our immortal sect, then... then he should commit suicide!"

Upon hearing these words, Qiu Mobai was struck dumb, and his face turned deathly pale.

He stared in disbelief at his disciples who had once obeyed him without question, his lips trembling as he could not utter a word.

Upon hearing this conversation, Wu Hai couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.

He crossed his arms, his eyes filled with mockery, and said loudly, "So you call yourselves righteous sects! Don't you always pride yourselves on justice? How come you let your sect leader commit suicide today so that he wouldn't be threatened by my Ming Cult? It's utterly ridiculous!"

Enraged by Wu Hai's words, the disciples of the immortal sect retorted, "What do you, a heretic and demonic figure, know? We are doing this for the greater good!"

"That's right! If the sect leader commits suicide, it will be a sacrifice for the immortal sect, and his death will be worthwhile!"

Just as the two sides were exchanging heated words and the tension was about to escalate, Xiao Feng suddenly spoke up.

"Please wait, everyone. An ancient array was set up here before you arrived. If you don't leave within half an hour, I'm afraid..."

He paused, a cold smile playing on his lips: "I'm afraid all of you here will be going to meet the King of Hell soon."

Upon hearing this, the room fell completely silent.

The disciples of the immortal sect looked at each other, their faces filled with terror.

Qiu Mobai's face turned ashen, and the last glimmer of hope in his eyes was completely extinguished.

Wu Hai's eyes lit up, and he looked at Xiao Feng with more admiration.

He knew that these words not only shocked the members of the Immortal Sect, but also helped the Ming Cult out of its predicament.

Just as everyone was filled with doubt and uncertainty, Xiao Feng added, "If you don't believe me, you are welcome to stay here. But then..."

His gaze swept over everyone present: "Don't blame me for not warning you."

However, the disciples of the immortal sect were not deterred by Xiao Feng's words.

A burly disciple stepped forward and sneered, "Xiao Feng, don't try to scare us! We've been fighting here for a long time, where is this ancient formation? Are you just bluffing?"

The other disciples chimed in, "That's right! This thief must be deceiving us!"

"I think he's feeling guilty and trying to scare us away!"

A hint of disdain flashed in Xiao Feng's eyes as he calmly said, "Since you all don't believe me, why not give it a try?"

Before he finished speaking, Xiao Feng flipped his hand, and a stream of spiritual energy burrowed into the ground like a snake.

In an instant, the earth trembled, and countless runes emerged from the ground, flashing with an eerie light, spreading in all directions like a tide!

The disciples of the immortal sect were immediately thrown into a panic, with some exclaiming, "This...how is this possible?"

"Look! Those runes..."

Everyone stared in disbelief, their faces filled with terror.

They had been so confident just moments before, but now they were like stray dogs, retreating in all directions.

Just then, a billowing demonic aura suddenly emanated from the distant palace, as thick as ink and emitting a nauseating stench.

A hideous ghost face could be vaguely seen amidst the demonic aura, emitting bursts of mournful howls.

"My God! What the hell is this thing?"

"Help! I don't want to die!"

"Sect Master! Sect Master, save us!"

Qiu Mobai watched this scene with despair in his eyes.

His disciples, who had just urged him to commit suicide, are now pleading for his help.

This irony left him with a bitter smile.

Wu Hai and Xiao Feng were also shocked by this sudden turn of events.

Wu Hai's eyes widened, and he murmured, "What...what's going on?"

Xiao Feng reacted instantly, his expression changing drastically: "Something's wrong! Something must have happened to the sect leader!"

He was secretly anxious, but dared not make any rash moves.

The current situation is volatile; a slight misstep could lead to utter ruin.

Xiao Feng turned to face the people of the Immortal Sect, a cold smile playing on his lips, and said contemptuously, "Everyone, the great formation has been activated. If you don't leave now, you'll likely perish here."

Upon hearing this, the members of the immortal sect were thrown into chaos like frightened birds.

"Run!"

"Get out of my way!"

"Get out of the way!"

In the blink of an eye, the cultivators from the immortal sect scattered like birds and beasts.

The remaining few, unwilling to give up, could only grit their teeth and glare at Xiao Feng before leaving dejectedly due to a shortage of manpower.

Xiao Feng watched all of this with a cold eye, his gaze finally settling on Qiu Mobai.

He nodded slightly, signaling Wu Hai to release the guy.

As soon as Qiu Mobai gained his freedom, he tried to escape without saying a word.

But as soon as he took a step, he heard Xiao Feng's icy voice behind him: "Did I say you could leave?"

These few words seemed to carry immense weight, making it hard for Qiu Mobai to breathe.

He stood frozen in place, trembling all over. He slowly turned around and saw Xiao Feng with eyes like lightning and an imposing aura, like a god descending to earth.

Qiu Mobai's legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground with a thud.

He pressed his forehead to the ground, his voice trembling: "Young Master Xiao... spare my life! I know I was wrong!"

Xiao Feng looked down at him and said coldly, "Qiu Mobai, I warn you, if you dare to incite the immortal sects to attack the Ming Cult again, I will make sure you die without a burial place!"

Qiu Mobai kowtowed repeatedly, his forehead bleeding from the blows: "I dare not! I will never dare again! Young Master Xiao, you are so magnanimous, please spare my worthless life!"