Chapter 603 - 82: Someone from the Golden Crow

"Sect Leader—"

Watching Zhang Hongguang’s body get torn to pieces in midair, the disciples of the Lieyang Sect felt as if the sky were collapsing and let out waves of mournful cries.

Wang Yuesong’s figure swayed almost imperceptibly. He had thought that even if Zhang Hongguang was no match for his opponent, he could at least hold out for a while and create some kind of opportunity in this battle.

He never expected that Song Changsheng had grown so powerful, killing Zhang Hongguang so quickly.

Even more horrified were the seven Clan Leaders watching from the Black Star Ship. To them, a Purple Mansion Cultivator was a supreme, invincible being, an individual capable of dominating an entire province alone.

But now, a Purple Mansion Cultivator had fallen right before their eyes.

It would have been one thing if Song Changsheng had ganged up on him, but this was a one-on-one, head-on defeat, where his opponent was beaten so badly he couldn’t even self-destruct.

At that moment, they became even more resolved to latch onto the Song Clan’s coattails.

"Grand Elder, their assault is too ferocious! The Grand Array is about to collapse," Huang Liqun said, coming before Wang Yuesong with a pained expression.

"Useless fool! Song Xianming and Yuann Tianshu haven’t even made a move, and you’re already failing to hold them back?" Wang Yuesong’s expression darkened as he roared in anger.

"Grand Elder, with the Sect Leader fallen, the disciples’ morale has completely shattered. If you have any tricks left up your sleeve, now is the time to use them!" Huang Liqun was on the verge of a breakdown. He had to cough up a mouthful of Essence Blood every time he unleashed a Celestial Fire Meteor. After doing it several times, he felt like he was about to cough himself anemic.

Hearing this, Wang Yuesong just shook his head with a bitter smile. "What tricks could I possibly have? The only thing I can do is stall for as long as possible and wait for the Golden Crow Sect to intervene and mediate. Other than that, I’m out of options."

"What?" Huang Liqun was stunned. He never expected such an answer. ’Doesn’t this mean we’re entrusting the future of the Lieyang Sect to outsiders?’

Just then, a deafening BOOM erupted from the horizon, and the entire Celestial Yang Peak seemed to tremble with it.

Wang Yuesong and Huang Liqun turned toward the sound and were horrified to see that something had blasted a huge hole in the Grand Array’s barrier. Song Xianming and Yuann Tianshu were already leading their men through the breach, and the surrounding Lieyang Sect disciples scattered and fled in terror.

"What’s going on?" Wang Yuesong demanded, grabbing a fleeing disciple in disbelief.

The disciple had been scared witless, but Wang Yuesong’s roar actually snapped him back to his senses. With a tear-streaked face, he cried, "Grand Elder, they found a flaw in the Grand Array! They used some kind of explosive Magical Artifacts on a massive scale. The force generated exceeded the Grand Array’s limits, and the barrier just collapsed!"

"Damn it!" Wang Yuesong cursed under his breath. The Song Clan had surpassed his expectations time and time again.

Seeing that the defensive line had collapsed, he immediately made a snap decision. "Fight as you fall back! Retreat to the Scripture Pavilion and make a stand!"

The Scripture Pavilion was one of a faction’s most vital locations, usually protected by powerful Arrays. After the outer defenses fell, it served as the final line of defense.

Wang Yuesong was now preparing to make his last stand.

After receiving the order, the surviving disciples of the Lieyang Sect began to retreat toward the summit under the leadership of the Elders and Stewards.

Meanwhile, the Song Clan’s Elders had already led their family Cultivators through the breach in the Grand Array. Song Qingxing was at the vanguard, his Traceless Sword a blur in his hand, taking several lives in an instant.

He surged upward at incredible speed, a lone swordsman cutting a path forward. No one he passed could withstand a single blow.

This ferocious display left Song Lutong, who was following behind, slack-jawed. Wiping a bead of cold sweat from his brow, he muttered, "Damn, this kid has been absurdly fierce ever since he came back from his trip."

With that, he gritted his teeth and chased right after him.

And so, the two of them, one in front and one behind, chased after more than three hundred members of the Lieyang Sect, leaving Shangguan Yinn and the others speechless with shock.

"Elder Yuann, please take your men and seize the Lieyang Sect’s Treasure Vault. My grandfather will keep an eye on things here. I’m going to the back of the mountain to cut off their escape route." After reaching Celestial Yang Peak, Song Changsheng quickly assigned their tasks.

His stance on the Lieyang Sect was clear: eradicate them, root and stem, leaving no one behind. Not only must core members like Wang Yuesong die, but no one else could be spared either!

Song Changsheng flew to the back of the mountain and unleashed his immense Divine Sense, letting it sweep over the area. With his keen perception, he soon detected the fluctuations of an activating Array.

’Found it!’

A cold glint flashed in his eyes as he shot forward, cornering a group of Lieyang Sect disciples in a hidden cave.

There were about seventeen or eighteen of them, all young disciples, led by a Foundation Establishment Cultivator with white hair and a beard. They confronted Song Changsheng nervously.

Looking at their young, innocent faces, Song Changsheng felt a flicker of pity, but it was quickly cast aside.

He saw hatred in the eyes of these youths. Though they tried their best to hide it, it did not escape his notice.

At that moment, Song Changsheng felt a sense of relief. Mercy toward an enemy is cruelty to oneself.

Even if he took pity on them and let them go today, they wouldn’t be grateful. It would be impossible for them to ever let go of their hatred.

These people posed no threat now, but there was no guarantee that in a few decades or a century, a "Long Aotian" type of figure wouldn’t emerge from among them.