Chapter 436 - 325: Besieging the Wanxiang Sect

Chapter 436: Chapter 325: Besieging the Wanxiang Sect

"People from the Spirit Dragon Sect? What audacity. We haven’t gone to settle scores with them, yet they’ve come to us."

Zhang Tianwen sneered. Once he finished his perception, a wave of inexplicable anger surged within him.

They were already at odds with the Spirit Dragon Sect, but this siege was so arrogant that they had initially assumed it was the Profound Yin Sect. They never expected it to be the Spirit Dragon Sect.

"Something isn’t right. The Spirit Dragon Sect wouldn’t have the nerve to do this on their own. I suspect there are other factors at play. We should be careful."

Shen Xingchen mused, speaking as if lost in thought.

"I don’t know who they’re colluding with to have this much courage. Regardless, let’s go take a look first. They’re our fellow sect members; we can’t just ignore them."

Li Minghan said hesitantly, his expression focused.

"I think I have an idea..."

Yu Changsheng gritted his teeth. A cold glint flashed in his eyes as he pushed his speed to the limit, hurtling forward.

...

「Meanwhile, on Luohong Plain」 The faint stench of blood hung in the air at the Wanxiang Sect’s stronghold.

As the wind howled, countless black spikes materialized from the void in all directions, fiercely bombarding the Wanxiang Sect stronghold’s Guardian Array.

The violent impacts made the array tremble, and thunderous roars echoed through the void, spreading far and wide.

As far as the eye could see, black spikes, dark-red writhing tentacles, and Treasure Swords rained down from the sky. Amidst a sea of sword glints and blade lights, countless Techniques continued their ceaseless bombardment. The already crumbling array was instantly spiderwebbed with new cracks.

Even though the Wanxiang Sect members inside were constantly channeling their power to reinforce the array, it was clear they couldn’t hold on for much longer.

Each Technique possessed immense power. When one struck the array, it flashed like a Thunderbolt, and every impact made the Divine Souls of those supporting it from within tremble, destabilizing their auras.

PFFT—

Inside the array were twenty people, with Zhao Xiaodong as their clear leader.

At this moment, Zhao Xiaodong’s face was grim and his gaze dark. He constantly performed Finger Techniques to mend the array, but waves of backlash still slammed into him. He tasted sweetness in his throat, and a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, his aura growing even fainter.

Behind Zhao Xiaodong, the other Wanxiang Sect disciples were all pale and injured. They bit their lips and gritted their teeth, their eyes filled with a mixture of indignation, despair, and a host of other emotions.

As one, they all stared at the attackers outside the array with identical expressions of hatred and bewilderment.

"Zhao Xiaodong, I’m giving you a way out. While you still have the chance, obediently hand over your Evil Qi Tokens and leave the Celestial Slaughter Secret Realm. Wouldn’t it be better to end your suffering early?"

In stark contrast to the wretched state of the Wanxiang Sect disciples, the attackers outside the array were completely at ease. Their attacks were almost casual, as if they were in no hurry at all.

Zhao Xiaodong remained silent, his expression terrifyingly dark, but he continued to hold on. A bitter feeling welled up inside him.

’He and his group hadn’t been in the Celestial Slaughter Secret Realm for long before they were ambushed by the Spirit Dragon Sect. Several disciples had already failed to hold on and been eliminated, teleporting away. If I also...’

With that thought, Zhao Xiaodong looked back at his people. Though his heart was bleak, he could only offer words of comfort.

"Just hold on a little longer! I’ve already sent a message. Your other two senior brothers, Lin Wang and Ling Tianyi, should be rushing back soon. When they arrive, things will turn around."

For this trip into the Secret Realm, the Wanxiang Sect had dispatched three Golden Core Experts. Besides Zhao Xiaodong, the other two were Lin Wang and Ling Tianyi.

As for Yu Changsheng’s group, Zhao Xiaodong didn’t even consider them. ’They’re just a few cultivators at the Foundation Establishment realm. Even if they’re exceptionally strong, they can’t turn this situation around.’

Hearing this, the disciples fell silent. Their throats bobbed, and though they wanted to speak, they swallowed their words upon meeting Zhao Xiaodong’s gaze and could only nod.

Seeing their reaction, the bitterness in Zhao Xiaodong’s eyes deepened, though he hid it well with a shake of his head. He turned to look at the attackers outside the array, his eyes bloodshot, as a sense of powerlessness washed over him.

The group of attackers outside the array wasn’t large—only twelve people in total. Zhao Xiaodong was certain that nine of them were from the Spirit Dragon Sect. As for the other three, although they wore the sect’s robes, he was sure they were not.

And those three were the ones who felt the most unfathomably terrifying. It was because of their attacks that he, despite his Golden Core Cultivation, had been beaten so badly that he had no choice but to cower inside the array and desperately hold on.

Outside the array, seeing that Zhao Xiaodong didn’t answer, a dark look flickered in Gao Yucheng’s eyes, but the look of contempt and nonchalance on his face only deepened as he continued to speak.

"Hiding in that array makes you look like a beaten dog. If you knew it would come to this, why even bother entering the Secret Realm? So, Zhao Xiaodong, is this the extent of your ability?"

"Your Wanxiang Sect is truly getting worse with each generation. How long can that little turtle shell of yours protect you? Why don’t you surrender now while we still have some patience? We can all part on good terms." ℯℯ𝑙.

Gao Yucheng’s tone was mocking. His words became a volley of arrows, enhanced by Magical Power and imbued with the might of his Divine Soul, which constantly exploded within the minds of the Wanxiang Sect disciples.

"You!"

Hearing this, the Wanxiang Sect disciples’ eyes turned bloodshot. They glared at Gao Yucheng, grinding their teeth, but their hearts were filled with a pervasive sense of powerlessness.