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Bai Ling felt a slight joy in her heart and nodded directly, saying, "Sure, let's have a pleasant cooperation."
Among the group from the White Lotus Sect, Bai Ling held the highest status. Once she spoke, no one dared to refute her. Only the Orange Lotus Envoy smiled at Jiang Han and then slightly cupped his hands in a gesture of goodwill.
The members of the Qingcheng Sword Sect, who had initially felt pleased, were now left speechless in shock. How could Jiang Han have gotten involved with the White Lotus Sect in such a short time?
In their view, the conditions offered by the Qingcheng Sword Sect were clearly superior to those proposed by the White Lotus Sect. Why would Jiang Han choose to assist the White Lotus Sect?
Fang Yang's companion, a strong practitioner from the Fusion Realm, changed his expression slightly. He stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "Sect Leader Jiang, what do you mean by this? You should know what kind of people the White Lotus Sect is. Collaborating with them is akin to seeking skin from a tiger!
Although Manichaeism has had a poor reputation in recent years, it remains the vanguard against foreign invaders and a prominent sect in the martial world. We should unite to eliminate the demons of the White Lotus Sect instead of mingling with them!"
Jiang Han raised an eyebrow and sneered, "What? Are you trying to pressure me with martial ethics? Ha! When the Central Plains and the Six Major Sects slandered my Holy Church and besieged Bright Summit, where was your Qingcheng Sword Sect's voice? Now you come to talk about camaraderie? You don't deserve it!"
"You demon of the evil cult deserves to die!" Many young disciples from Qingcheng Sword Sect were furious, their swords clanging as they prepared to charge at him.
"Do you think you can pressure me with your so-called martial ethics?" Jiang Han scoffed. "I won't fall for your tricks!"
The elder from Qingcheng Sword Sect frowned deeply, realizing that this person was indeed difficult to deal with. He wanted to say more, but the White Lotus Sect did not give them any opportunity at all.
Delay brings change; it's better to cut through the chaos swiftly!
The Orange Lotus Envoy raised a hand, and dark clouds rolled in, heavy rain poured down, bringing with it an infinite killing intent!
The Sword Cultivators of the Qingcheng Sword Sect, who were generally mild-mannered, had always been among the less prominent factions in the world of martial arts. To put it simply, they were not weak, but they certainly could not be considered strong either. This applied to the warriors of the Qingcheng Sword Sect as well; compared to those from smaller factions, they held certain advantages. However, unfortunately, they were facing the Seven-Colored Saint Envoy from the White Lotus Sect, ranked among the top three.
In a one-on-one fight, the Fusion Realm warriors of the Qingcheng Sword Sect would be at a disadvantage. Of course, if it were the group of sword fanatics from the Yijian Sect, the Orange Lotus Envoy would wisely choose to retreat.
People in the martial world often say that the White Lotus Sect is a cult of madmen, which is not entirely false. However, compared to the sword fanatics from the Yijian Sect who would risk their lives over trivial matters, they seemed much more normal.
"Hmph, stubborn and unyielding!"
The Fusion Realm warrior from the Qingcheng Sword Sect drew his Dao Sword from behind him. The powers of water and fire transformed into Taiji Yin Yang Fish that spanned across the sky, attempting to block the torrential rain of killing intent.
But the Orange Lotus Envoy pointed a finger, and in an instant, flowers bloomed.
The lotus petals in the void trembled slightly as a drop of dew fell beneath them. That delicate droplet carried unmatched gravity and crashed directly onto the Yin Yang diagram, creating several massive dents.
At the same time, she raised her hand and struck out.
Though her palm strike appeared incredibly gentle, it tore through the void like water dripping on stone, silently aiming at the Fusion Realm warrior of the Qingcheng Sword Sect.
"Damn it!"
The expression of the Fusion Realm warrior from Qingcheng changed drastically as he shouted lowly.
He split his Dao Sword in two; two became four, and four divided into countless sword shadows that fell like meteors from heaven, blazing with intense sharpness.
Behind him, Fang Yang also summoned his Dao Sword; however, his primary weapon was Thunderfire, which was even more terrifying in power.
As Fang Yang unleashed his sword strike, thunder rained down from above in various shapes—zigzagging lines, arcs, spheres—each bolt faintly flickering with traces of heavenly fire on its surface.
"Sir, if you do not make your move now, when will you?"
The Orange Lotus Envoy's injuries had not fully healed; facing two opponents alone made her aware that if she took this blow head-on, she would likely end up either dead or severely injured. In a hurry, she called out towards Jiang Han.
Since allies have been brought in, they naturally must bear the responsibility of application.
Jiang Han smiled and said, "My lord, do not panic; I will take action now!"
As he spoke, his figure moved, directly blocking Fang Yang and drawing him away from the battle.
Once Fang Yang was restrained by Jiang Han, the Orange Lotus Envoy felt a bit relieved.
At the same time, behind her, golden lotuses bloomed, resembling an endless pure land of Buddhism descending, bringing with it immense authority.
Bai Ling made her move; although the Realm had just barely stepped into the Half-Step Fusion Realm, her power was quite extraordinary upon striking.
With Bai Ling's support, the Orange Lotus Envoy couldn't help but smile slightly.
Holding a seal in her hand, her expression was as calm as a thousand-year-old snow lotus, and she simply uttered two words: "Summon Rain."
Calling the wind and summoning rain!
As the seal fell, countless raindrops transformed into sword energy surging forth.
Each raindrop was a sword, each one a sharp and unmatched sword energy; this summoned rain was not ordinary but a rain of swords filled with lethal intent.
"Hehe, I want to see how many moves you, old man, can take from me!"
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