Zeng Zihui was already pale by this time.
If Chu Mo doesn't get involved in this matter, the sect leader and the disciples of the Xuan Tian Sect won't be able to defeat them.
Xiahou Nan is clearly taking his anger out on me.
Yan Wuhen also looked very unhappy.
Chu Mo's intentions were already obvious. He didn't consider himself the sect leader at all, let alone the grandmaster.
It seems he's gotten used to being the leader of the alliance and doesn't want anyone to be above him. He's truly disrespectful and has no regard for elders.
How did someone like that become the leader of the alliance?
Yan Wuhen grew increasingly furious, his gaze towards Chu Mo filled with boundless rage, and he said viciously:
"Chu Mo, I'll only ask you one question: are you still a disciple of the Xuan Tian Sect, and still my grand-uncle? Do you acknowledge me or not?"
Chu Mo glanced at him calmly, then surveyed the entire audience, and said composedly:
"I did not inherit the Xuantian Sect's techniques. The reason I have always served as the Xuantian Sect's Holy Son is entirely because my master taught me and saved my life. I hope to repay my master in some way."
"Now that the Xuantian Sect has reappeared in the Kunlun Realm, I can safely withdraw without any worries."
"As for the Xuantian Sect of Yunxiu Peak, from this day forward, it will be renamed the Xuantian Immortal Sect and will have no further connection with the Xuantian Sect. Disciples within the sect may freely choose to join either the Xuantian Sect or the Xuantian Immortal Sect."
Upon hearing this, the entire audience erupted in cheers.
Whether they were disciples of the God-Slaying Alliance or people from Lingyin Village, everyone was incredibly excited at this moment.
These Xuan Tian Sect disciples who returned from outside were like a group of beggars who had been poor all along, suddenly becoming rich; their expressions...
In just a few days, everyone was filled with inexplicable disgust and anger towards them.
None of the disciples' resistance that Chu Mo had worried about materialized.
However, after a moment's thought, he understood.
After all, the people from Lingyin Village only learned about the Xuantian Sect when they were about to leave.
Therefore, they don't have a strong sense of belonging. In their view, it doesn't matter what the sect is called; what matters is who they follow.
The most furious and annoyed people these past few days are undoubtedly the disciples from Lingyin Village.
The ancestors who were always revered as gods were now seen as juniors in front of these people who had suddenly appeared.
He was even being addressed as "Junior Nephew" by that young holy son. If it weren't for his status, many people would have torn him to pieces long ago.
Chu Mo's sudden announcement at this moment was undoubtedly the happy event they had been dreaming of. How could they not be overjoyed?
Moreover, the Xuantian Immortal Sect is much more domineering than the Xuantian Sect; it sounds like a very prestigious family!
But compared to their joy, the hundreds of Xuan Tian Sect disciples were filled with fear.
Yan Wuhen, in particular, was filled with disbelief. His body trembled as he pointed at Chu Mo and angrily said:
"You... you Chu Mo, not only did you betray your sect, but you also openly sowed discord among your fellow disciples. Do you want to become the eternal sinner of the Xuan Tian Sect?"
"Chu Mo, have you considered where you're placing your master? How will he face the ancestors of the sect after his death?"
Zeng Zihui also looked flustered and anxiously advised:
“Nephew Chu, why are you doing this? Let’s just say that I was wrong today, and we will not pursue the matter of Xiahou Nan any further.”
"What do you think?" Zeng Zihui looked at Chu Mo expectantly.
After saying that, he looked at Xiahou Nan and said awkwardly:
"Lord Xiahou, today's events are all a misunderstanding. Let's settle this once and for all. There's really no need to ruin our harmony over this."
Xiahou Nan glanced at him and gave a cold smile:
"Misunderstanding? You wanted to cut off my arm, so now you cut off your own arm too, and I'll pretend it's a misunderstanding."
"Xiahou Nan, don't be so unreasonable!" Yan Wuhen was so angry that his eyes turned red and smoke was coming out of his mouth and nose.
"Unforgiving even when you're in the right?"
Upon hearing this, Xiahou Nan laughed in anger, then stared coldly at Yan Wuhen and gritted his teeth, saying:
"As the ruler of a nation and a sixth-tribulation cultivator, I traded one of my arms for his, and you dare to say I'm being unreasonable?"
"He's just a Nascent Soul cultivator. Even if he were to give his life as compensation, would it be worth a single hair on my head?"
"And you old thief, if it weren't for Fellow Daoist Qin's sake, I would have spared your life too!"
Yan Wuhen was so angry that he opened his mouth and stammered, unable to utter a word for a moment.
Elder Zou Shouzhou, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but sigh slightly and advised:
"Sect Master, we are indeed in the wrong in this matter. This lesson may not necessarily be a bad thing for the Holy Son in the future."
"Zou Shouzhou, are you even a disciple of the Xuantian Sect? How dare you speak up for outsiders?"
Yan Wuhen finally recovered and looked at him angrily.
Zeng Zihui was so angry that he started cursing:
"Zou Shouzhou, you call yourself my senior brother? How dare you frame me like this? Are you jealous of my position as the Holy Son?"
"Do you really think that if I'm crippled, this holy son will fall into your lap? Let me tell you, that's wishful thinking!"
"Noisy!"
Xiahou Nan was too lazy to listen anymore, so he simply swung his hand and slashed.
A cold glint flashed, and Zeng Zihui's right hand was severed cleanly from his arm, causing him to spurt blood instantly.
"Ah! My hand... my hand!"
Zeng Zihui screamed in panic, his voice filled with fear, and cold sweat poured uncontrollably down his pale face.
At this moment.
He truly regretted it; he should have kept a low profile!
With Chu Mo's connection to him, even if he doesn't talk about it everywhere, who would dare to disrespect him?
He even began to harbor resentment towards the sect leader.
If he hadn't been so eager to control Chu Mo, things wouldn't have escalated to this point, leaving him crippled!
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