Players: All NPCs in the Sect Are Moles

Chapter 397: Chapter 378: Now It’s 8 vs. 6

’In the end, I was just too weak.’

’If... if I also had a Nascent Soul Stage cultivation, how could I have let him fight all alone to this point?’

...

The players, on the other hand, immediately started cursing.

"What the fuck?! He’s surrendering just like that?!"

"What the hell is he doing?! Where are the other people from the Guixi Sect? Don’t they have any Nascent Souls? We finally managed to get a city under player control, and you’re just going to hand it over?!"

"Don’t be a fucking coward! Fight them!"

"Yeah! You can’t even die! The worst that can happen is you lose some EXP! Why are you nodding?! Get up and fight!"

...

Mr. Celestial Sword and the others were delighted, thinking their opponent had finally caved.

Even Mr. Youquan, who was ready to flee at a moment’s notice, secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

To the people of Anhe City, however, that single word, "Alright," was no different from a final death sentence.

Hope, it seemed, was lost.

Su Wenxuan looked down at the faces below, at the city-wide devastation, and felt utterly powerless.

A wave of despair washed over him, so strong he could barely stand.

As for Su Ling’er, after a brief moment of despair, her gaze became unnervingly calm.

Although she knew her power was insignificant before a Nascent Soul, she was prepared to live and die with the city that had raised her.

She wouldn’t hesitate even if it meant dying at the hands of those six Evil Cultivators. This was her path. It was what she wanted to do, what she could only do, and what she *had* to do.

...

Just when everyone thought the dust had settled, just as Mr. Celestial Sword was about to discuss the "terms of surrender"...

Lin Qingfeng’s voice rang out once more.

And his words froze the smiles, the despair, and the numbness on everyone’s faces.

"However..."

"While I don’t particularly care, I’d like to see whether my little bro wants you to live, or wants you to die."

Seeing the dots of light in position on his game map, Lin Qingfeng smiled faintly.

’Now, it’s time to mess with them a little.’

Lin Qingfeng ignored the ashen faces of the six cultivators across from him. His voice passed through the Spiritual Power barrier and reached the small figure in Anhe City. "Wenxuan, I’ll give you two choices."

"The first is: ’Have these six old bastards die.’"

"The second is: ’Surrender Anhe City and let them slaughter at will.’"

The Nascent Soul cultivators looked in the direction the Spiritual Power was being channeled. When they saw who Lin Qingfeng was speaking to, they were all stunned—

He was letting a mortal child decide the matter?!

And... slaughter six Nascent Soul cultivators?! Did he really think he could do it all by himself?!

The retreat drum in Mr. Youquan’s heart began to beat again—THUMP, THUMP, THUMP. An ominous premonition instantly washed over him.

The citizens and players throughout the city also stared at the child in shock. They never would have dreamed that the fate of the city, the final decision... would fall into the hands of a boy who was only a few years old!

...

WHOOSH—

Lin Qingfeng waved his hand, and the protective barrier enveloping Su Wenxuan swirled gently.

Outside, the wind howled through the rubble, sounding like a sorrowful wail.

Su Wenxuan stared down at the ground beneath his feet.

Along the way, he had seen the mangled corpse of the Yuelai Inn’s proprietress, a look of terror still frozen on her face.

He had seen a farming family of seven, impaled on a giant bone spike, their intestines spilled across the ground.

In front of Blacksmith Li’s shop, the uncle who always had a cheerful smile was now just a torso. His bones had been forcibly ripped out by something...

It was a living hell.

These familiar, vibrant faces had all been reduced to mangled pieces of flesh.

Su Wenxuan’s body trembled violently.

He slowly raised his head. His once-clear eyes were now completely filled with bloodshot veins and a towering hatred.

In a near-hoarse voice, enunciating every word, he spoke to the sky, to the high-and-mighty "Immortals" above, and made his final—

—wish to his boss.

"Kill!"

"Kill!!"

"KILL!!!!"

...

The very instant Lin Qingfeng had asked the question, the six Nascent Soul cultivators had already struck!

"You’re courting death!!"

This brat was just toying with them! To be sentenced to death by a mortal child? They had never suffered such a colossal humiliation!

"But to have such nerve in a six-on-one fight is truly impressive. Still, did you really think we were made of clay?!"

"Kill him!!"

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Six world-destroying attacks blasted toward Lin Qingfeng from six different directions, tearing the very void apart!

However, Mr. Youquan, whose inner retreat drum had been pounding the loudest, shot backward the very instant he attacked!

His intuition was screaming at him!

’Run! I have to run!’

But the moment he retreated—

"RUMBLE————!!!"

A massive black coffin fell from the sky, slamming onto his escape path with a loud THUD!

Mr. Youquan’s face turned ashen.

’Just as I thought! It looks like I’ll have to abandon this second body after all!’

...

At the same time, a [Profound Steel Giant Shield], covered in countless arcane runes, smashed its way out of the void.

Immediately after.

"RUSTLE RUSTLE RUSTLE..."

Countless black vines burst from the ground, blooming into enormous, demonic crimson flowers.

From above the clouds came a bizarre roar, a sound that could make one’s very soul feel weary and listless.

The shadow of a colossal beast, its size comparable to a mountain and its form indistinct, slowly poked its head out from the sea of clouds.

And atop the great beast’s head, a young man in pajamas lay lazily, yawning. "Haaah... what a pain..."

"WMMMM—"

A [Three-Legged Pill Furnace] materialized from thin air, its opening facing downward, radiating a terrifying heat.

A young man sat cross-legged atop the Pill Furnace, his eyes filled with the excitement of one who had just found prime ingredients. "These materials are excellent!"

Meanwhile, atop the massive black coffin, a slender figure had appeared at some unknown point.

"To have me be the one to send you off is a worthy end for you!"

With a light tap on the coffin lid,

"HIIISSSS—!!!"

a piercing shriek exploded from within!

The [Xenomorphic Death Sovereign] crawled out of the coffin!

Although its transformation had caused its true realm to drop from Nascent Soul to the Great Perfection of Core Formation,

the Nascent Soul pressure it exuded hadn’t diminished in the slightest. In fact, that pressure was even purer and more terrifying than that of any of the Nascent Soul patriarchs present!

...

Shi Gandang, Shen Nong, Wang Xian, Ji, Lu Wu, a hidden Yan Buliu, plus the Xenomorphic Death Sovereign—who we’ll round up and count as one.

They acted in concert with Lin Qingfeng, instantly forming a counter-encirclement that trapped the six Nascent Soul cultivators in the center.

Mr. Celestial Sword, Mr. Youquan, and the others stared at the group of unfamiliar Nascent Soul cultivators who had suddenly appeared, completely dumbfounded.

One moment, they were the high-and-mighty hunters. The next, they were lambs surrounded by a pack of wolves.

Lin Qingfeng looked at the six faces across from him, which looked as if they had seen a ghost, and his smile grew incredibly bright.

"My apologies, everyone."

"Now... I do believe it’s eight against six."

Just then, the Nascent Soul cultivator from the Corpse-Driving Sect arrived, just in time to witness everything that had suddenly transpired.

The Corpse-Driving Sect’s Nascent Soul Elder, Corpse Mark: "!!!"