"Ling Quan is dead, and the Tianmen Sect cultivators are also dead. Don't think this academy is joking. If you give up now, considering that you are sensible, you may be treated leniently, and you may even be treated the same as the disciples of the Taichu Academy. If you are unfortunate, I will give it a try and see if your sect leader will appear. Hmph!"
Guangbai, the headmaster of Taichu Academy, stood righteously at the entrance of Zhenwu Academy, speaking sternly to the disciples hiding within the sect's protective formation. If he hadn't failed to break the Demon-Slaying Formation after several unsuccessful attempts, he certainly wouldn't be wasting his breath here...
The demon-slaying formation, shrouded in mist, remained motionless. After a short while, a hesitant yet furious voice echoed from the depths of the mist:
"I never expected that someone from the prestigious Guangyuan Academy would be so prone to spouting nonsense. Do you even know the true identity of that cultivator who came down from the Tianmen Sect?"
Guang Bai's face showed a mocking expression, and he asked the question knowingly:
"He's just a highly skilled cultivator from the mountain. So what? Besides, no matter how powerful or influential he is, if he provokes someone he shouldn't have, he'll only end up dead!"
"You...you're talking nonsense! That person is the only son of the sect leader of the number one sect in Fugu Mountain, the Tianmen Sect. If I gave you ten lives, would you dare to repeat what you just said in front of him?"
Guang Bai, with a teasing look on his face, couldn't help but chuckle and said:
"In the past, of course I wouldn't have dared, but now, in front of a dead man, what can't I say? Hmph, enough nonsense. You few elders alone can't withstand the fierce attacks of our disciples. Even if you old fogies are out of your minds, have you asked the thousands of disciples behind you? Hmm?"
Guang Bai's face showed impatience. He had witnessed Ling Quan's death with his own eyes, so how could there be any mistake? If it weren't for his covetousness for the rich spiritual energy in the Saint's Center of the True Martial Hall, he wouldn't have bothered getting involved in this mess. He wondered what kind of heaven-defying treasure had appeared in the Saint's Palace this time...
Alas, the selection of saints, which was originally a sure thing, was disrupted by the sudden appearance of a strange cultivator. He was only at the third level of the Divine Illumination Realm, but no one could do anything about him. However, compared with the True Martial Flying Flower Sect, which suffered heavy losses, the Tai Chu Academy recognized the situation in time and went against the grain. Although its gains could not compare with the Saint's Mansion, they were still much better than the other two sects!
"Old fool, stop disturbing people's peace here. With Ling Dian's cultivation, there's no way he could be so weak. Besides, he has the assistance of the only son of the Tianmen Sect. It's simply a fantasy. When he returns, he will make you regret it!"
Guangbai shook his head helplessly. These people, having been in high positions for so long, had long forgotten the pain of being under someone else's roof. They would never believe that at this moment, the Zhenwu Hall couldn't even rank in the top three of the Sage Hill. You can never wake someone who is pretending to be asleep...
Guang Bai raised his right hand high, a glint of light flashing in his eyes, his face showing a ruthless expression. It seemed that he was no longer willing to continue the stalemate in the face of the stubbornness of the Zhenwu Hall disciples. He was about to launch a general offensive. Without Ling Quan, the Zhenwu Hall was like a tiger with its teeth pulled out, all show and no substance!
"No, don't attack! Those old guys don't believe us, but we do. They were so arrogant before, saying no one could break the Demon-Slaying Formation, but it was broken after all. As ordinary disciples, we just want to cultivate in peace and seek immortality. They're not afraid of death, but we don't want to be buried with them. We beg the Dean to show mercy and spare our lives!"
Hundreds of disciples slowly emerged from the demon-slaying formation shrouded in mist. Their expressions varied, some joyful, some sorrowful, but without exception, their eyes revealed a strong will to survive. Indeed, if one was going to put on a brave face, one had to be prepared to die and perish. For these ordinary disciples, no matter how lofty the vows, they were no match for living a down-to-earth life...
"Traitors! You bunch of traitors, when the Palace Master returns, I will grind you to dust as a warning to others!"
From the depths of the Demon-Slaying Formation came a furious roar. With these hundreds of disciples leading the way, the Demon-Slaying Great Attack, which was so dense just moments before, soon became much thinner, and figures could be vaguely seen moving about. Why not win without a fight?
Because the Demon-Slaying Formation was previously breached by Li Sishui, and due to the lack of demonic energy, it has not been restored and can only exert about 60% of its power at best. This would require a large number of disciples to infuse their cultivation into it; otherwise, this so-called sect-protecting formation would have long been nothing but an empty shell...
"I don't know what possessed the Palace Master, but he moved all the sect's stored spirit stones out to set up some kind of teleportation array. The only thing he hasn't repaired is the sect's protective array, which was just breached. Now the people's morale is low, and I'm afraid the Taichu Academy won't even need to do anything; the Zhenwu Palace will disband on the spot. Alas, every action has its consequences. Well, I have no regrets for having served the Zhenwu Palace from its inception to its current state..."
Deep within the demon-slaying formation, the soft murmur of an old man echoed, filled with endless resentment and bitterness, leaving those who heard it with a sour feeling in their hearts...
After all, the True Martial Hall had spent a large amount of spirit stones on the teleportation device. Ling Quan had spared no expense in order to teleport the only son of the Heavenly Gate Sect down. However, if he were alive today, one wonders if he would be so angry that he would vomit blood. He had invested so much, yet in the end, he still gained nothing...
Before long, crowds gathered outside the Demon-Slaying Array. The array's mist had thinned to almost transparent. The once bustling crowd of disciples and cultivators had dwindled to a mere handful. Indeed, new talents emerge in every generation, each dominating the scene for centuries. The once-dominant sect of Saint Hill had thus met its demise...
Boom!
Suddenly, a bolt of lightning shot out from the almost transparent Demon-Slaying Array, instantly blasting more than a hundred disciples into ashes. Before they could even react, they were instantly put to eternal sleep. Everyone was stunned. Not only Guangbai, but also the elders inside the array looked at each other in disbelief.
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