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Long Xiao Wu took out the Yuan Yang Fruit he had snatched from Zhao Yang and put it in his mouth. As he bit into the Holy Fruit, its juice burst forth, filling his mouth with vital energy that began to heal his injured body. Long Xiao Wu twisted his neck with a crack, leaving Zhao Yang dumbfounded; he had never known that Long Xiao Wu possessed such a unique ability.
"Fortunately, I'm from the Dragon Clan. Otherwise, that old guy's palm would have surely broken my cervical vertebrae," Long Xiao Wu said mysteriously to Zhao Yang.
Zhao Yang frowned. This was the first time he had heard Long Xiao Wu acknowledge his identity. Although he had always suspected that Long Xiao Wu was related to dragons, he had only considered that there might be dragon blood within him. Moreover, it seemed rather rash for him to claim to be from the Dragon Clan. After all, they were brothers with similar temperaments, and Long Xiao Wu's actions were always unpredictable.
"Interesting, interesting. This fat guy's ability to take a beating must have been honed over a long time!" The Golden Peng Young Master, who had remained silent until now, chuckled.
"And who are you?!" Long Xiao Wu shot him a sideways glance, completely dismissing the Golden Peng Young Master.
"No need to ask; his name is Golden Peng Young Master. He's some sort of so-called genius—never even heard of him," Zhao Yang replied seriously to Long Xiao Wu.
The Golden Peng Young Master's face turned extremely awkward. To him, these two oddballs were nothing but a joke. He had intended to recruit them as followers so he could vent his boredom by beating them up occasionally, but instead, he found himself being mocked by them. A surge of murderous intent rose within him; having grown up in a royal family and received a good education, he found it impossible to remain calm in front of these two. He felt an impulse to tear them apart.
At that moment, countless disciples of the Myriad Spirit Sect flew in from all directions, pouring into the square. Behind them followed a group of well-organized troops. Soon enough, the Myriad Spirit Sect's square was surrounded by a dark mass of soldiers, their roars echoing as one figure after another appeared in shining armor, exuding an aura of killing intent. Tens of thousands of Myriad Spirit Sect disciples were forced back into the Myriad Spirit Sect Dojo.
Just then, the Three Elders of the Outer Court flew into the center of the square and joined Zhao Yang. Fire Wuyan said, "Kid, are you alright?"
"I'm fine; with just those few useless bags of bones, they can't do anything to me," Zhao Yang replied nonchalantly. With so many people on his side now, it was hard to tell who would win or lose! However, the tattered state of his clothes made the Three Elders frown; something dangerous must have happened earlier.
Fire Wuyan nodded at Ji Wudao as a greeting and stepped forward to confront Duan Wude. "Duan Wude, if I’m not mistaken, you are the mastermind behind this betrayal against our Sect! Originally, the appearance of the Spirit Pearl in our Myriad Spirit Sect might not have been a bad thing. Over ten years ago, the Heavenly Mechanism Wall prophesied this event; several major sects secretly sent their disciples to hide within our Myriad Spirit Sect to wait for an opportunity to act. Yet you colluded with traitors from the royal family to destroy our Myriad Spirit Sect!"
Duan Wude chuckled disdainfully. "Fire Wuyan, don’t slander me! The Spirit Pearl is a treasure beyond compare; it should not belong to a small sect like ours! Yet you all conspired to pass it on to that little brat Zhao Yang! This Zhao Yang is malicious and extreme in thought; if he grows stronger, he will surely become a disaster for all of Zhongzhou! What are your intentions?!"
"Getting caught in the crossfire?" Zhao Yang felt sweat trickling down his forehead. He wanted to curse loudly at Duan Wude for being so pretentious and shameless; if he spoke out in anger now, it would inevitably damage his image in front of so many people. He felt like jumping up and down in frustration.
Fire Wuyan's anger surged as he exclaimed, "Have I ever held a meeting with anyone from the Inner Courtyard? You are utterly shameless! If it weren't for your own wickedness and your words that are nothing but nonsense, why would everyone target you? Even Master wouldn't spare you a glance back in the day. If it weren't for the Sect Leader's excessive kindness, listening to the elder's last words, you would have died countless times by now!"
Ji Wudao felt a stir in his heart, yet his expression remained unchanged as he smiled and said, "How many people believe what you say?"
"Enough with the antics of a bunch of clowns!" A sudden voice rang out, echoing through the square with deafening intensity.
Eight streams of black light flew in from all directions, led by a figure clad in black robes, the White-Haired Elder. His garments billowed around him, his aged skin giving off an imposing aura that radiated with every movement.
The earlier Black-Clad Daoist stepped forward and respectfully addressed the White-Haired Elder, "Elder Brother."
The elder nodded, signaling him to step back. As he advanced, a shockwave erupted from his feet, shaking the ground and forcing the Myriad Spirit Sect members back ten steps. He slowly spoke, "Just now, while we were engaged in battle with the Demon Hunter Elder, who was it that kept sending signals?"
The blind Grand Elder huffed in dissatisfaction, "So what if it was me?!"
"If it was you, then you're dead! You disrupted our Eight Gates Locking God Formation and nearly allowed that old Demon Hunter to successfully condense his Primordial Infant!"
"What? What have you done to the Grand Elder?" Ji Wudao's expression changed dramatically upon hearing the elder's words. His master was the only remaining elder of the Myriad Spirit Sect and had been trapped at the Divine Transformation Stage for many years. To think he could finally transcend into an infant and yet someone had sabotaged it!
It should be noted that no Nascent Soul Stage cultivator had appeared in the Myriad Spirit Sect for three hundred years. To think that his master could condense a Primordial Infant at two hundred years of age! There were hardly ten Nascent Soul Stage cultivators across hundreds of royal cities in Southern Zhongzhou!
"Kunpa is already trapped within the Eight Gates Locking God Formation! The foundation of such a trash sect can actually possess such strong cultivation; they have every right to be proud!" The elder declared arrogantly.
Ji Wudao's eyes widened with fury as his aura erupted violently. He soared into the air above the square, True Qi surging around him like dazzling light. He hurled a punch at the elder. The elder met his strike with a punch of his own, resulting in a thunderous explosion that sent weaker cultivators flying several feet away.
In a fit of rage upon learning that his master might be in danger, Ji Wudao unleashed an unprecedented killing intent. Transforming into a streak of light, he executed his strongest attack against the elder. The elder faced him calmly as they exchanged hundreds of blows in an instant. The more they fought, the more alarmed the elder became; this middle-aged man was surprisingly powerful for his age. This small sect of Myriad Spirit had always kept a low profile and ranked outside the top hundred in the cultivation world. He had never paid attention to them before but decided that after this incident concluded, he must investigate the secret history of Myriad Spirit Sect.
Ji Wudao moved with grand gestures, the runes on his body becoming increasingly dense as he leaped through the air. The two groups of people quickly made way for him. The old man let out a low exclamation, and a swirling mass of True Qi appeared in his palm. Ji Wudao, usually silent, couldn't help but shout as he spread his arms, creating a purple arc that collided with the old man. The powerful shockwave shattered countless stone tiles, sending dust and debris flying. The cultivators caught in the blast were thrown back, their ribs cracked, and they coughed up blood.
"Young man, impressive skills!" the old man praised, pinching his index finger and thumb together to form a hand seal. Runes began to appear in the air, surrounding him and wrapping around his arms. His formidable cultivation caused certain elements in the air to rapidly gather.
At that moment, everyone suddenly felt breathless, as if the air had been abruptly sucked away. All sounds vanished in an instant. A sphere of energy appeared between Ji Wudao's fingers, resembling a solidified orb of wind. This technique was the same one he had used earlier to tunnel through heaven and earth. The Black-Clad Daoist had witnessed Ji Wudao's prowess from the shadows and had communicated this to the leading elder through Divine Sense.
The Heavenly Mechanism Wall and the Nine Great Protectors were in perfect sync; in an instant, their forms merged as they combined their True Qi into an overwhelmingly powerful force that rippled through the air, forcing mortals to avoid its edge.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The two streams of True Qi collided, sending numerous low-ranking disciples flying. The Nine Great Protectors struck as one, then separated instantly. Their strongest attack from the renowned Heavenly Mechanism Wall Guardian was unavoidable for any cultivator of their level. Even Ji Wudao could not escape; he was pierced through the chest in an instant and coughed up blood.
The leading black-clad Guardian coughed lightly but remained uninjured. However, he no longer underestimated Ji Wudao. He could hardly believe that such a young Sect Master could reach such a formidable level at just the early stage of Transcendence.
"Wudao, are you alright?" asked the elder with an aging voice, filled with concern.
"I'm fine, Senior Brother," Ji Wudao replied as the runes on his body retracted and the light around him faded. He slowly descended, his expression downcast.
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