A young disciple whispered, "Perhaps... Fairy Bai really does have some special abilities..."
"Bullshit!" Liu Yingjie interrupted sharply, a glint of malice flashing in his eyes. "Do you think those Nascent Soul stage experts are made of paper? The Blood Fiend Ancestor and Azure Netherworld Master we saw on the road, weren't they all peerless experts who had been famous for hundreds of years?"
He grew increasingly agitated, spittle flying from his mouth: "Not to mention the Crimson Sky Sword Sect and Thunder Sky Pavilion, those other major sects! With our Xuan Tian Sect's meager strength, we wouldn't even be enough to fill their teeth!"
The disciples couldn't help but shudder as they recalled the terrifying beings they had encountered on the road.
The oppressive aura emanating from those powerful beings made it difficult for them to breathe even from ten miles away. Forget about fighting them; they could probably be killed with just a flick of a finger.
Liu Yingjie sneered and took out a communication jade talisman from his pocket, playing with it.
This jade talisman, which could be used to contact Wei Ji at any time, was now deliberately held in his hand.
He had clearly seen experts from various factions set off ahead of time, yet he deliberately did not inform Wei Ji and the others.
Bai Ying risked traversing the narrow passage in order to shorten the time.
However, the cultivators arrived much earlier than the sect leader had anticipated.
Without notifying them, they would encounter cultivators from those sects...
A cold smile appeared on Liu Yingjie's lips.
"Just wait to collect their corpses," he said ominously. "Once news of their complete annihilation reaches us, we'll know who was right and who was wrong."
A mountain breeze blew by, swirling up a few withered leaves. Liu Yingjie gazed at the distant horizon, a smug smile playing on his lips.
He seemed to already see that when the bad news came, all the disciples who were stronger than him would be dead, and he would become the most favored disciple in the sect.
"Then let's see who dares to say I deserted the battlefield!" he thought to himself. "They're clearly being foolish and courting death!"
Thinking it over, he put on a mournful face and said to the other disciples, feigning sadness, "Let's go back. We should tell the sect leader that I'm afraid none of them will be coming back..."
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