Boom!
Before Guan Jun could finish her words, a terrifying aura pressed directly onto her body. The immense pressure forced Guan Jun to her knees on the ground.
This left Guan Jun somewhat dazed.
Yan Nantian stared fixedly at Guan Jun, his voice icy: Our Yanluo Heavenly Sect recognises only the golden scroll, not the person…
Our sect has existed for a hundred thousand years, and only three golden scrolls have ever been issued. We may face the sect’s destruction, but we cannot forsake our credibility.
That is the foundation of our existence, yet today, you abandoned Chen Ping on your own and fled back?
Do you know what you have done?
Yan Nantian’s words made Guan Jun’s body tremble, her face turning ashen.
Sect Master, that Chen Ping has not only offended the Evil Path Hall, but he also has grudges with the Soul Devouring Venerable and the Departing Fire Demon Lord.
Guan Jun hurriedly mentioned the Soul Devouring Venerable and the Departing Fire Demon Lord, hoping to clear her name.
Upon hearing these two names, Yan Nantian was visibly stunned, his brows knitting tightly together.
Seeing this, Guan Jun finally let out a long sigh of relief.
These two have vanished for over ten thousand years. How could they possibly have a grudge with that Chen Ping? Yan Nantian found it hard to believe.
Sect Master, it is absolutely true. Chen Ping told me so himself. Guan Jun said.
Yan Nantian hesitated for a moment, then spoke with firm resolve: Even so, that is no reason for you to flee back. All of you must die…
Thud…
The disciples behind Guan Jun, hearing this, were terrified and quickly dropped to their knees.
Sect Master, it was Senior Sister Guan Jun who told us to abandon Chen Ping. She said bringing him would bring destruction to our Yanluo Heavenly Sect.
One disciple hurriedly shifted the blame, placing all responsibility on Guan Jun!
Sect Master, it was indeed my decision. Chen Ping offended the Soul Devouring Venerable and the Departing Fire Demon Lord. Ten thousand years ago, the Soul Devouring Venerable’s influence already dominated the Ninth Heaven. Even our Yanluo Heavenly Sect must yield to him and dare not challenge him.
Not to mention the long-famous and vanished Departing Fire Demon Lord. Our Yanluo Heavenly Sect has no way to help Chen Ping deal with these two.
And there is the Evil Path Hall. Although the Evil Path Hall’s influence in the Ninth Heaven is not great, their forces span multiple worlds. It is said they even have disciples in the Twelfth Heaven. How could we possibly protect Chen Ping?
Guan Jun knelt on the ground, her face full of helplessness as she spoke.
She had acted for the sect’s sake. If they truly helped Chen Ping and offended these people, the Yanluo Heavenly Sect would truly be finished.
Yan Nantian’s face remained grim and unmoved by Guan Jun’s words.
Remember this: if anything happens to Chen Ping, all of you will die!
With that, Yan Nantian vanished from the grand hall in an instant.
Sigh…
Watching Yan Nantian disappear, Guan Jun could not help but sigh: If the old sect master were still here, it would be good. In the blink of an eye, the old sect master has been gone for several thousand years.
…
In the Ninth Heaven, somewhere in the void!
Chen Ping was still locked in fierce battle with the black shadow. The two had been fighting for an unknown length of time, yet Chen Ping still had not drawn the Dragon Slaying Sword. He continued to rely on his own sword intent.
Chen Ping’s body was now covered in wounds, but he paid them no mind, for he could feel that with the ongoing combat, his strength was actually increasing.
Moreover, the sword intent within him was growing steadily, not diminishing despite the battle.
This discovery filled Chen Ping with delight.
One must know that spiritual power, divine dragon force, even supreme fire, all deplete greatly over prolonged fights, potentially leading to exhaustion and death in the end.
Yet this sword intent grew stronger with each clash. In this way, it could be endless.
As the black shadow clashed repeatedly with Chen Ping, though he always held the upper hand, Chen Ping was like an unkillable cockroach.
