A few drops of dark blood fell from the sky and landed in front of the main hall of Guangmingzong.
In the blink of an eye, the jade steps of the main hall were corroded and pitted by these few drops of black blood.
Shen Wangshu stood in the main hall, raised her hand to her side, and a spirit sword rose from behind her and fell into her hand.
Frost floated on the longsword, its fighting spirit overwhelming.
The Demon Sect Master's furious roar echoed from the sky above. In the blink of an eye, black smoke billowed, but it was shattered once again by the boundless ice and snow under Shen Wangshu's foot.
These successive misfortunes caused the Demon Sect Master to let out an angry shriek. The shriek of a half-step Mahayana cultivator seemed capable of shattering a person's soul. The terrified cultivators in the hall struggled to resist the spiritual energy fluctuations of the shriek, while Yue Xizhi had already coughed up blood and was unconscious. Daoist Xiwu raised his hand, his slender fingers flipping, and a large number of peach blossoms appeared in his folding fan, protecting himself, Xiao Hei, and the Sect Master of Guangming Sect.
As for the other fellow disciples, please forgive me, Daoist Xiwu, for being powerless to help.
At most, he was a minor Nascent Soul cultivator in the late stage, which was already a piece of cake compared to a Deity Transformation cultivator, let alone a half-step Mahayana existence like the Demon Sect Master.
Life and death are preordained; let each of us pray.
The Guangming Sect Master, his face pale, hid among the boundless, scattering peach blossoms, watching the Demon Sect Master in the sky, who was furious.
The heavens and earth changed color, all because of the demonic cultivator's wrath.
This half-step Mahayana cultivator, who once wiped out several demonic sects with a single word, was now covered in blood, one of his arms severed by Shen Wangshu's sword.
This was the second time his arm had been severed by the Lingxiao Daoist, and it happened in full view of everyone, which made him even more enraged. He disregarded the feigned friendliness and revealed his true, tyrannical nature. Such power was something that a mere Nascent Soul cultivator like the Guangming Sect Leader could not withstand, but hearing the cries of his disciples outside the main hall, he felt an overwhelming surge of courage.
He looked at Shen Wangshu in despair, gritted his teeth, and suddenly flew out of Xiwu Daojun's protection.
"Senior Brother!" Daoist Xiwu called out in surprise as he held the black fox that was angrily waving its claws at the sky.
He was struggling to resist the oppressive aura of the Demon Sect Master and was unable to move, but he saw his senior brother walk out from his protection.
The aged Taoist priest glanced back at him, then smiled at Shen Wangshu, who was squinting and remained unmoved by the imposing presence.
"With a formidable enemy at hand, how can I, as the sect leader, hide under my junior brother's wings and live a life of ignominy?" He stretched out his arms, his spiritual energy gathering and shining, his sect leader's robe billowing without wind, and in the blink of an eye, his aura rapidly increased, even resonating with the main hall.
Golden streaks of light flashed beneath his feet, connecting him to a massive magic array. The surrounding mountains echoed this, and in the blink of an eye, identical golden lights flashed across the sky, transforming into a giant dome that enveloped the entire sect.
The same golden light flashed across each of the disciples.
The oppressive aura of the Demon Sect Master seemed to be fading amidst the dazzling golden light.
High above in the heavens, a golden bow and arrow slowly took shape, carrying boundless power and terrifying destructive force, pointing towards the Demon Sect Master.
The Demon Sect Master's roar abruptly ceased, his eyes widening in terror as he stared at the trembling, poised golden arrow in the sky.
Having lived for ten thousand years, how could Guangmingzong not have one or two trump cards to protect himself? When he saw the golden arrow, he knew he had stepped on a tightrope. Seeing that the golden arrow had locked onto him, as if an arrow would come at him if he moved, he dared not move and just stared at it with his eyes narrowed and his heart pounding.
He covered his severed arm with one hand, feeling the terrifying frost energy from Lingxiao Daozun still preventing his body from healing. Thinking of Guangming Sect's repeated methods, he felt even more regretful.
He shouldn't have become so arrogant after destroying a few minor demonic sects that he caused trouble for the Guangming Sect.
This is, after all, a major sect of the righteous path.
However, he stopped moving, and Shen Wangshu also suddenly narrowed his eyes.
Seeing the boundless spiritual light gathering, she knew it was an extremely profound array technique. However, activating such a violent and awe-inspiring array was no simple matter. This worry made her turn around, and she saw that the Guangming Sect Master, who was looking up in the center of the hall, had aged at least twenty years. She keenly sensed that pure life force was flowing through the old master's body into the array, maintaining the golden light above his head.
Shen Wangshu pursed her lips and saw the relief on the faces of her fellow disciples, as if they were relieved to have suppressed the Demon Sect Master.
"Senior brother?" she asked, turning her head to the side.
Xiao Xuan crouched on her shoulder, both of them looking at the old man with complicated expressions.
His cultivation level wasn't the highest, and he was usually mediocre and submissive, fawning over the spirit fox and acting quite useless. However, when the sect was bullied by powerful cultivators, he would stand up and protect his disciples with his life.
The sect leader of Guangming Sect was speechless and could only give Shen Wangshu a quiet smile.
He knew he wasn't the best, his talent wasn't anything special, so he had long since given up hope of achieving the Great Dao. But when the sect was in trouble, he couldn't forever hide behind Lingxiao and Xiwu, waiting for their protection.
He is the true leader of the sect. Even if he is the first to charge into battle, he should be the first to fall in the line of duty.
"Squeak!" A fox squeaked disdainfully, and a beam of light sent the Guangming Sect Master flying out of the great formation. In the blink of an eye, the great formation dimmed, and then the golden arrow of light in the sky wailed and disappeared into the horizon. The oppressive pressure disappeared, and the Demon Sect Master was drenched in sweat, but he let out a wild laugh.
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