Their faces showed a crazy and resolute expression, and their eyes gleamed with a light that showed they were ready to die.
Xiao Feng was startled when he saw this.
He knew that the blood sacrifice array would not only place a huge physical burden on these disciples, but could also permanently affect their cultivation.
These people are practically courting death!
Just then, Wu Hai's anxious shouts came from below: "Feng'er, come down quickly! Whatever happens, your godfather should take responsibility!"
However, Xiao Feng firmly shook his head and then gathered all the surging immortal power within his body into his palm.
In an instant, a dazzling water curtain took shape in his hand, as vast as the sky.
"Water Curtain Sky Splendor!"
Xiao Feng shouted, and the water curtain in his hand crashed down.
The water curtain appeared gentle, yet it contained a devastating power.
Before the disciples of the Immortal Cloud Sect could react, they were struck by this force.
They fell like autumn leaves.
In the blink of an eye, the ground was littered with unconscious disciples of the Immortal Cloud Sect.
Their faces were deathly pale, and they remained motionless, as if they were dead.
This move, Water Curtain Sky Splendor, was not only incredibly powerful, but it was also the strongest attack Xiao Feng had ever unleashed.
That surging immortal power, combined with his own cultivation techniques, produced such an astonishing effect.
Upon seeing this, the other disciples of the immortal sects immediately cried out, "Heavens! This monster Xiao Feng has actually started killing people from the immortal sects!"
A disciple of a celestial sect, dressed in a magnificent robe, pointed at Xiao Feng with an expression of righteous indignation and shouted, "These heretics deserve to be killed by everyone! How can we, the righteous ones, sit idly by?"
Another disciple from the immortal sect chimed in, "That's right! The Ming Cult colludes with demons and monsters, harming fellow cultivators; their crimes are truly heinous!"
These disciples from the immortal sects started criticizing Xiao Feng and the Ming Cult from a moral high ground, one after another.
Upon hearing these words, Wu Hai was instantly enraged.
His eyes widened, veins bulging on his face, and he roared at the disciples of the immortal sects, "You hypocritical dogs of the immortal sects! When my Feng'er was besieged by you, you wanted to kill him, and when he fought back, you said he killed people from your immortal sects!"
As Wu Hai spoke, he ripped off his outer robe, revealing his muscular upper body.
His fists were clenched, and his muscles were tense, like a tiger about to pounce.
"You so-called righteous people, you act without distinguishing right from wrong, and you think it's justified to bully my Ming Cult disciples?"
No sooner had Wu Hai finished speaking than a disciple from a cultivation sect sneered and said in a contemptuous tone, "That's because all of you from the Ming Cult deserve to die! You are evil heretics, and everyone has the right to kill you!"
This statement completely crossed Wu Hai's bottom line.
His eyes were bloodshot, and his chest heaved violently, like a volcano about to erupt.
Wu Hai took a deep breath, his voice filled with killing intent: "You've been delaying us again and again, yet your immortal sects are relentlessly pursuing us. Since immortals and demons are inherently irreconcilable, then..."
He suddenly looked up, his gaze sharp as lightning, scanning the surrounding disciples of the immortal sects.
Wu Hai suddenly swung his right hand, and a powerful aura erupted from his body, causing the surrounding leaves to rustle.
"Then all of you will die here today!" Wu Hai roared, his voice filled with determination and killing intent.
At Wu Hai's command, the disciples of the Ming Cult immediately stood ready for battle.
They held various weapons, their eyes were sharp, and they exuded a strong killing intent.
A chilling atmosphere hung in the air, as if a cataclysmic battle was about to erupt.
In an instant, the disciples of the Immortal Sect and the Ming Cult collided like two torrents.
Disciples of the immortal sects, dressed in flowing white robes, clashed with members of the Ming Cult, their swords flashing and various magical lights interspersed among the swordplay.
The air was thick with the stench of blood and the scorching heat, and shouts of battle rose and fell.
Xiao Feng stood to the side, his brows furrowed.
He did not want things to develop to this point, but the Immortal Sect was aggressive, and the Ming Cult was also driven to a dead end.
He sighed and glanced across the battlefield, where disciples from both sides exchanged deadly blows.
"Sigh, since that's the case, let's finish this quickly," Xiao Feng muttered to himself, then leaped into the fray.
With a wave of his hands, two streams of azure immortal power roared out like swimming dragons, accurately knocking away several disciples of the immortal sect who rushed up.
Xiao Feng moved like lightning, weaving through the crowd, and wherever he went, disciples of the immortal sects fell to the ground.
However, Xiao Feng did not kill them; he merely acupunctured their pressure points.
His gaze remained fixed on Qiu Mobai, the sect leader of the Immortal Cloud Sect.
The middle-aged man, dressed in a magnificent white robe and wearing a jade crown, was standing on a high place directing the battle, a ferocious smile on his face.
"To end this chaotic battle, we must take down this old bastard!" Xiao Feng thought to himself, and with a light step, his figure flew towards Qiu Mobai like an arrow.
Upon seeing this, Qiu Mobai's expression changed slightly, and he shouted loudly, "Stop him!"
Immediately, more than a dozen elite disciples from the immortal sects surrounded them.
Xiao Feng snorted coldly, and with both palms out, two even more powerful streams of immortal energy roared out.
With a loud "boom," these disciples were thrown out like scarecrows.
In the blink of an eye, Xiao Feng was already in front of Qiu Mobai.
His gaze was piercing, and he said in a deep voice, "Sect Leader Qiu, immediately order a halt to the attack, or don't blame me for being impolite!"
Qiu Mobai's face darkened, and he suddenly sneered, "Bah! You, a lackey of the Ming Cult, dare to order me around? You heretics and demons deserve to be killed by everyone!"
Xiao Feng frowned, about to speak, when Qiu Mobai cursed again: "You Ming Cult traitors, you harm the people and commit all kinds of evil. Today, my Immortal Sect is acting on behalf of Heaven and will exterminate you demons!"
Upon hearing these foul words, Xiao Feng's anger surged.
He took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, and said, "Qiu Mobai, you keep claiming to be righteous, yet you indiscriminately kill innocent people. If you don't stop today, I'll let you taste what true evil and heresy are like!"
Xiao Feng snorted coldly, his long sword flashing with a cold light, like a bolt of blue lightning piercing straight for Qiu Mobai's throat.
Qiu Mobai's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly drew his sword to parry, but with a crisp clang, the sword in his hand snapped in two.
"You!" Qiu Mobai's eyes widened. Before he could react, Xiao Feng pounced on him like a ghost and grabbed his wrist.
Qiu Mobai felt a sharp pain in his wrist as Xiao Feng lifted him up.
He lifted his feet off the ground, staring at Xiao Feng in terror. The ferocious smile on his face had vanished, replaced by a look of utter panic.
"Let...let me go! If you dare to harm me in the slightest, the immortal sect will never let you get away with it!"
Qiu Mo shouted defiantly, his voice trembling noticeably.
Xiao Feng sneered, picked up Qiu Mobai, turned to face the battlefield, and shouted loudly, "Stop it, all of you!"
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