“The Demonic Sect bullies us too much! Do they really take our Xuantian Sword Sect for a soft persimmon that anyone can pinch at will?”
Ling Yunzi’s voice rang like clashing metal, resolute and unyielding, echoing throughout the Lingxiao Hall.
“Pass my command! The entire Xuantian Sword Sect shall immediately enter the highest state of war readiness!”
“Assemble all elite disciples and elders of the sect. Apart from the necessary personnel to guard the mountain, everyone else shall follow me on the expedition! The target: Scarlet Blood Plain, the headquarters of the Myriad Souls Demonic Sect!”
“We shall strike first and uproot their lair while the main force of the Demonic Sect has left their nest, intending to launch a sneak attack on our sect! We will force them to rescue their base, leaving them unable to attend to both ends, and utterly shatter their conspiracy!”
“We obey the Sect Master’s decree!”
The elders responded in thunderous unison, their voices shaking the roof tiles. Surging battle intent mingled with soaring sword qi, as if it would pierce through the vaulted ceiling of the hall!
The Xuantian Sword Sect, this peerless sharp sword that had lain dormant for so long yet never dulled its edge, had finally been fully unsheathed. Its blade pointed straight at the heart of the Myriad Souls Demonic Sect: the Scarlet Blood Plain!
…
At this very moment, on the edge of the Scarlet Blood Plain, the grand army of the Myriad Souls Demonic Sect had already assembled. A vast black mass stretched across the land, demonic qi gathering like clouds, blotting out the sky.
Hun Sha stood proudly at the front of the formation, about to deliver a pre-battle mobilisation speech, then lead his troops straight towards the Myriad Beasts Mountain Range to wash away their previous shame.
However, just as he was brimming with smug satisfaction, ready to embark on the path of conquest, a panicked streak of demonic light came hurtling from the rear.
A demonic sect elder left in charge of the base did not even have time to salute before shouting in a trembling voice, “Sect Master! Disaster! The Xuantian Sword Sect… Sect Master Ling Yunzi of the Xuantian Sword Sect has personally led a large force of elite sword cultivators and launched an unheralded assault into the Scarlet Blood Plain!”
“Three outer strongholds have already been overrun, with all defending troops annihilated! The sword sect’s momentum is overwhelming. They are heading straight for our sect headquarters!”
“What?!!”
The ferocious grin on Hun Sha’s face froze instantly, turning into extreme shock and disbelief. “Has Ling Yunzi gone mad?! How dare he launch an offensive against our Myriad Souls Demonic Sect?!”
He could not comprehend what madness had seized the Xuantian Sword Sect to come stirring trouble at this critical juncture.
How could he know that the blame for plotting a sneak attack on the sword sect’s mountain gate, complete with inside cooperation, had been firmly planted on his head by Chen Ping, backed by ironclad evidence?
Their home base raided, their foundation shaken, Hun Sha felt a surge of reverse blood rushing to his throat. He nearly spat it out in rage.
All his plans, all his fury, were thrown into complete disarray by this sudden stab in the back.
Attack the Myriad Beasts Gate?
By the time they arrived, their own lair would probably have been uprooted by the Xuantian Sword Sect!
Then the Myriad Souls Demonic Sect would become homeless stray dogs, with no place left to stand!
“Return to defend!”
“The entire army, return to defend!”
“At once, immediately!”
Hun Sha roared the command, his face ashen, veins bulging on his forehead. “First wipe out those lunatics from the Xuantian Sword Sect who court death! Then we will deal with those ants from the Myriad Beasts Gate!”
The enormous war machine of the Myriad Souls Demonic Sect, which had not yet fully set in motion towards the Myriad Beasts Mountain Range, was forced to turn around in extreme frustration and haste.
The rear became the front as they raced back to aid their own base.
Billowing demonic clouds rolled and churned, yet carried a sense of chaos and anxiety from plans disrupted.
This great war, orchestrated single-handedly by Chen Ping, had from the very start plunged into white-hot intensity.
On one side was the Xuantian Sword Sect, long prepared, striking in fury, their sword qi incomparably sharp.
The battle formation composed of thousands of sword cultivators resembled a gigantic, constantly rotating sword wheel. Wherever it passed, sword light poured down like torrential rain.
The supreme yang and unyielding orthodox sword qi crisscrossed and sliced, rapidly melting and purifying the pervasive demonic qi like ice and snow under sunlight.
The sword cultivators possessed formidable individual strength and flawless coordination. When they unleashed their sword arts, the air was filled with the sharp whistling of cleaving space.
On the other side was the Myriad Souls Demonic Sect, hastily returning to defend, seething with pent-up malicious fury, their demonic arts strange, unpredictable, and vicious.
