When the dragon army descended upon them, Myriad Laws Sect’s grand protective formation flared to full power. Thousands of disciples wore grave expressions, facing the enemy as if it were their final stand.
The sect master of Myriad Laws Sect, a white-haired elder whose aura was profound and who had reached the peak of third-grade Heavenly Immortal, led the elders out to meet them before the mountain gate.
“Chen Ping!”
The sect master cupped his hands, his tone neither servile nor overbearing. “I already know everything you have done along the way. Our Myriad Laws Sect’s ancestral statue is the symbol of our orthodox lineage and concerns the sect’s destiny. Forgive us, but we cannot comply.”
“If you insist, then everyone in Myriad Laws Sect has no choice but to fight to the death, even if it means we all perish together!”
Behind him, thousands of disciples roared in unison. Spell light shot into the sky, condensing into an unyielding collective will.
As an ancient top-tier sect, they had their own pride and bottom line.
Chen Ping looked at the tightly arrayed formation before him, his expression still calm.
He slowly raised his hand. In his palm appeared the Ten-Thousand Transformations Blood Soul Bead.
Inside it, Scarlet Cloud Demon Lord’s soul fire had already reached a critical point of solidity. It needed only this final strand of pure soul force from an ancient sect’s ancestral statue to trigger the complete rebirth of his flesh body!
To help Scarlet Cloud Demon Lord recover, Chen Ping had no other choice.
“I have said it before,” Chen Ping’s voice rang clearly in all directions. “Those who follow me prosper. Those who defy me perish!”
“Will Myriad Laws Sect choose prosperity, or choose death?”
As his words fell, the hundreds of dragons behind him stepped forward in unison. Dragon majesty crashed like a tangible tsunami against Myriad Laws Sect’s protective formation!
Dark clouds gathered in the sky, lightning flashed, thunder rolled, as though the apocalypse had arrived!
War was on the verge of erupting!
Before the mountain gate of Myriad Laws Sect, the air froze like solid ice.
Chen Ping’s declaration, “Those who follow me prosper, those who defy me perish,” exploded like thunder from the Ninth Heaven in every disciple’s heart, bringing boundless pressure and chill.
The terrifying dragon majesty that linked together into one continuous wave struck the multicoloured, rune-covered protective formation again and again. The light barrier rippled violently, emitting a strained humming.
The sect master’s white hair flew wildly, his robes snapping in the furious clash of auras.
A trace of resolve flashed in his eyes. He knew there was no retreat today. Handing over the ancestral statue would destroy their lineage, turning ten thousand years of Myriad Laws Sect into rootless duckweed.
Refusing meant facing this fiendish god who had already trampled countless sects under thunderous momentum!
“Chen Ping!”
The sect master’s voice suddenly rose, carrying tragic heroism and finality. “Myriad Laws Sect has stood for ten thousand years, enduring every storm, our lineage unbroken!”
“Today, even if the sect falls and rivers of blood flow, we will never allow the sacred image of our ancestor to be defiled! All disciples, hear my command!”
“Here!”
Thousands of disciples answered as one, their voices shaking the heavens, filled with the ferocity of those who regarded death as returning home.
“Myriad Laws return to origin! Protect our lineage!”
The sect master changed the spell gesture in his hand. Every elder and disciple behind him poured their own mana into the grand formation at once!
The protective light barrier instantly blazed with brilliance. Countless ancient runes emerged and flowed, condensing into chains of law that radiated an aura of indestructibility!
At the same time, deep within the sect, the white-jade ancestral statue seemed to sense the crisis. It emitted a hazy clear radiance that merged completely with the grand formation, increasing the array’s power by another thirty percent!
“Obstinate.”
Not a ripple stirred in Chen Ping’s eyes, only icy indifference remained.
He needed only the pure soul force within that statue. Whether Myriad Laws Sect lived or died made no difference to him.
He slowly raised his right hand. He did not draw the Dragon-Slaying Sword, merely clenched his fist in the void.
“Law, strip away.”
The words became reality! An invisible, intangible force that surpassed ordinary energy poured out like mercury, instantly enveloping the entire protective formation of Myriad Laws Sect!
This was Chen Ping’s deeper application of the primordial heavenly laws contained within the Great Luo Golden Canon!
Under the horrified gazes of everyone in Myriad Laws Sect, the grand formation they relied upon, its dazzling light barrier, its flowing runes, its condensed chains of law, began to disintegrate and dissolve from the edges as though wiped away by an invisible giant hand!
