Under the scrutiny of the Spirit Pearl, the Flowing Light Sword no longer held any secrets.
Soon, the old man found the way to control the Flowing Light Sword and laughed, "This Flowing Light Sword is in a state of chaos, which is exactly the best time for us to make our move."
In the distance, the disciples of Tianwu Pavilion, having learned that the Flowing Light Sword could be easily obtained by them, exchanged glances: "Why don't we... use the Flowing Light Sword to deal with them?"
The Flowing Light Sword was originally meant to save people, but now they are using it to kill disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect.
If Xiao Feng were to discover this, he would likely harbor intense hatred towards them.
At this moment, the old man placed his palm on the spirit pearl, and continuously poured his spiritual power into it.
As the white lines appeared within the spirit orb, the Flowing Light Sword was clearly under his control and fell into Lin Yuan's hands not far away.
With both of Lin Yuan's legs broken, he had no chance to escape and could only watch helplessly as the white lines began to control him.
At this moment, Xu Qiao saw Lin Yuan stand up again, her face filled with shock: "You...you're..."
"Get out of the way! He's using his spiritual power to create threads to control my body. I can't control my body."
When they learned that Lin Yuan had been taken into custody, their eyes widened in shock.
Just as the Lingjian Sect disciples were preparing to leave, the old man burst into laughter: "Want to leave now? Isn't it too late?"
With a swift flip of his hand, Lin Yuan thrust the Flowing Light Sword into the body of a disciple.
In an instant, the disciple looked at Lin Yuan with an incredulous expression.
Even in death, he didn't understand why the person he was protecting wanted to kill him.
Lin Yuan looked at the corpse lying on the ground with a face full of grief, then looked up at the old man in the air: "Please, kill me and let them go."
Since there is no power to resist, death may be the best option.
Looking at Lin Yuan's pained face, the old man felt a strange sense of pleasure, a mocking smile on his face: "Want me to let them go? It's not impossible."
In that instant, he vaguely sensed a glimmer of light and felt as if he could lose control.
"As long as you kneel down and beg for mercy, and admit that your Spirit Sword Sect is inferior to our Heavenly Martial Pavilion, otherwise... I will let you kill your so-called senior and junior brothers with your own hands."
At this moment, the Lingjian Sect disciples exchanged glances and took a step forward: "We would rather be killed by him than kneel before him."
"Xiao Feng will avenge us; I will die without regret."
At this moment, they withdrew all their spiritual power and let the old man control the sword to kill them.
Seeing their expressions, I felt a surge of anger.
At this moment, Lin Yuan vaguely remembered seeing the old man in front of him before, and exclaimed in surprise, "Mao Jun?"
After the old man heard Lin Yuan announce his name, he looked at him with surprise and said, "Oh? Someone actually recognizes my name. Not simple."
"It really is you, you old dog! I should have killed you back then."
Seeing Lin Yuan's angry face, Mao Jun sneered, "I'll ask you one last time, will you kneel down or not? You only have this one chance."
Seeing that he was about to continue, Lin Yuan fell into deep thought.
The fact that the Flowing Light Sword arrived here ahead of time clearly indicates that Xiao Feng has encountered something more troublesome.
In that case, they should not have any other reinforcements with them.
At this moment, Mao Jun took a few steps toward him and said, "You're just a stray dog now, what right do you have to criticize me? Your lives are in my hands."
On Divine Sword Peak, seeing that Mao Jun had a great deal of resentment towards them, the disciples all said, "We would rather stand up than die on our knees."
“We cannot kneel. Our Spirit Sword Sect is no match for their Heavenly Martial Pavilion. They are just taking advantage of our vulnerability.”
Seeing them come out one after another, Mao Jun snorted coldly and flicked the white thread in his hand repeatedly.
"Pfft..."
The sword pierced the chest of one of the disciples, killing him instantly on the spot.
The disciple continued to comfort Lin Yuan until his death, his voice broken and intermittent: "You can't...you can't kneel."
Seeing that someone was leading the way for him, the other disciples stood beside him and said, "If you have the guts, kill us all. Otherwise, you'll have to wait for Xiao Feng to return."
Now that the Flowing Light Sword has come here, it's likely that Xiao Feng already knows about the trouble at the Spirit Sword Sect and may already be on his way back.
Seeing their angry expressions, Lin Yuan knew he absolutely could not back down.
Otherwise, not only would he look down on himself, but even people in the sect probably wouldn't be able to understand him.
"Judging from your expression, you don't seem to be planning to kneel, do you?"
Seeing that he was being stared at, Lin Yuan said with an arrogant expression, "If you have the guts, kill me. Otherwise... nothing you say will make a difference."
In the distance, the elders of Tianwu Pavilion all looked at Mao Jun: "What are you wasting your breath on them for? Kill them as soon as possible, or we'll all be dead when Xiao Feng returns."
"Xiao Feng is extremely powerful. When he returns, we will have no choice but to leave in a sorry state."
Seeing that they were putting pressure on him, Mao Jun turned to Lin Yuan beside him and said, "Next, I will borrow your body for a while. I hope you can be strong."
Lin Yuan closed his eyes and spread out the little spiritual power he had in his body, attempting to force these forces back.
Unfortunately, his strength was negligible to Mao Jun, and he didn't take it seriously at all.
"Pfft..."
Another sword pierced through the chest of a disciple, who clung tightly to Lin Yuan's hand, crying, "Avenge us!"
The other disciples all looked up at Mao Jun in the air and nodded: "Avenge us."
Lin Yuan knew he was no match for Mao Jun, and he was furious.
Unfortunately, he was controlled and could only passively kill the disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect.
At this moment, Bai Chengwang and Xu Qiao exchanged a glance.
"We cannot allow him to kill our sect's disciples at this speed, otherwise the Spirit Sword Sect will be left with no one to use."
Don't underestimate these disciples just because they are at the bottom of the Spirit Sword Sect. Some of them actually possess remarkable potential.
If they were all killed, there would only be one possible outcome: the destruction of the Spirit Sword Sect.
Before long, Xu Qiao and Bai Chengwang arrived at Lin Yuan's side.
When Lin Yuan saw the two of them blocking his way, he shouted desperately, "Get out of my way! I can't control my body!"
Xu Qiao and Bai Chengwang knew perfectly well that he was being controlled, but neither of them took it seriously, attempting to keep him firmly under control.
Not far away, Mao Jun saw two important people come out and sneered, "Then let's start with you two old geezers and see if you admit defeat."
Lin Yuan resisted desperately, but found that his strength was a drop in the ocean and had almost no effect.
In the blink of an eye, the Flowing Light Sword pierced fiercely towards Bai Chengwang's chest.
Seeing that he couldn't dodge the attack, Bai Chengwang looked into the distance with despair: "Why hasn't Xiao Feng returned yet? Does he really want to wait until we run out of ammunition and food, and fight to the last man?"
Just as he finished speaking, a whooshing sound came from afar, landing right in front of him.
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