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"This isn't good, Brother Shi! What if I want a piece of the action too?" A hearty laugh echoed as another figure appeared above the Myriad Spirit Sect, looking down. He was a handsome middle-aged man with high eyebrows, dressed in a Fire Phoenix Robe and wearing a Phoenix Feather Crown.
"Count me in."
"Include me as well."
"I'm here too."
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In an instant, countless experts emerged, each one either a late-stage Divine Transformation or an ancient Nascent Soul master.
At that moment, everyone displayed expressions of terror. Zhao Yang never expected such a wave of powerful figures to arrive—ranging from Core Formation Stage to Divine Transformation Stage, and then to Nascent Soul Stage. Numerous esteemed elders from various sects in the cultivation world had gathered, leaving him feeling utterly powerless. It reminded him of the helplessness and restraint he felt in his past life when facing those he could not provoke.
In his previous life, even at school, he often felt a sense of powerlessness when confronting teachers in class, the principal at school, and his parents at home. In society, he faced off against bosses. He had grown weary of everyone who dared to constrain or oppose him, imposing their flawed theories upon him.
"If my master were here, those bullies would be dealt with swiftly!" Zhao Yang gritted his teeth in anger. He knew he couldn't fight back; if he ran away now, all the friends and mentors he had painstakingly made in this world would perish. Moreover, despite his unique movement techniques, he had no confidence against so many Nascent Soul experts. The recent display of power by the Demon Hunter Supreme had left him truly shaken!
Strength! He needed to grow stronger!
The crowd surrounded the Myriad Spirit Sect disciples tightly. Several Nascent Soul masters casually waved their hands, sending their opponents flying and causing chaos among them. In just moments, half of the Myriad Spirit Sect disciples were lost. Ji Wudao and the Grand Elder were severely injured by a palm strike from a certain sect leader clad in purple. The Primordial Infant body of the Demon Hunter Supreme also felt a wave of helplessness as he watched the disciples being slaughtered. He turned to Ji Wudao and transmitted a message silently, receiving a nod in response.
Ji Wudao nodded and took out a golden talisman radiating with brilliant light from his robe. Chanting incantations, a faint glow began to coalesce around everyone nearby.
"This is bad! It's the Hundred Li Talisman! Stop them!" one sect leader shouted as countless Nascent Soul and Divine Transformation stage cultivators sprang into action. They hadn’t anticipated that the Myriad Spirit Sect still had masters specializing in talismans!
The golden figure of the Demon Hunter Supreme flew above Ji Wudao, exuding the might of the Primordial Infant. The dazzling golden light enveloped them as numerous powerful Divine Power spells struck against the barrier formed by the Primordial Infant's essence. Thunderous sounds erupted as it threatened to shatter; however, even so, they had bought enough time.
"Kid, don't let me down." This was the last thing the Demon Hunter Supreme said as his gaze fell upon Zhao Yang.
Zhao Yang sighed. He had yet to meet the esteemed leader of the Sect, and a sense of regret and desolation filled his heart. The world was unpredictable; a person who seemed fine one moment could be separated from life the next.
"Father!" Nangong Wuxin shouted. He had been taken in by the Demon Hunter Supreme as a child, who had imparted his lifelong skills to him. The teachings emphasized compassion and reason rather than violence. His status within the Sect was elevated, often stirring trouble, yet even the Sect Master had never punished him.
"Third Brother!" Fire Wuyan noticed something amiss. He realized that Ji Wuyou was still outside the formation, unable to leave. He and Ji Wuyou had been together for many years, having followed him since their youth, exploring the path of Cultivation as if they were brothers.
In the next moment, amidst a dazzling golden light, a group of people vanished from their location and reappeared in a vast forest over a hundred miles away.
The forest was filled with towering vines reaching for the clouds, twisted roots, and lush flowers and grasses. In the distance, some low-level beasts occasionally appeared, but now was not the time for them to linger and observe.
"Run! Someone is chasing us!" Ji Wudao, severely injured, struggled to lift everyone as they attempted to flee into the distance.
"Where do you think you're going?" Some Nascent Soul Experts also possessed Hundred Li Talismans. The moment Ji Wuyou activated his Hundred Li Talisman, they had already grasped their own talismans to follow his teleportation coordinates, hoping to seize the Treasure for themselves.
Two Nascent Soul Stage cultivators arrived. One of them unleashed a punch that shook the void, akin to divine radiance bursting forth. Mountains crumbled and giant trees toppled as dozens of ordinary disciples blessed by the Myriad Spirit Sect were instantly killed. The might of the Primordial Infant was beyond what low-level cultivators could withstand.
"Miss, are you alright?" The Gorilla sprang up and helped Yu Qingsnow to her feet. Zhao Yang had not killed her that day; he had merely injured her before letting her go. When the Myriad Spirit Sect was besieged, the Gorilla disregarded his injuries and continuously searched for Yu Qingsnow.
Yu Qingsnow shook her head, her stunning face smeared with dirt and glistening with sweat. Strands of soft hair clung to her lips, accentuating her need for affection amidst her panic. Zhao Yang, buried in dust, caught sight of this scene and couldn't help but swallow hard. The Gorilla noticed Zhao Yang's expression and snorted disdainfully, pouting as he glared at him.
Zhao Yang turned away, unable to meet the gaze of the Gorilla whose biceps were thicker than his thighs.
"You all go ahead; I'll hold him off for a while," Ji Wudao said with a pale face as he stood up, signaling everyone to leave while he stayed behind.
"Sect Master, you're gravely injured; it would be futile even if you went! Hurry and take them away!" Fire Wuyan grabbed Ji Wudao's arm and pulled out an ancient exquisite brocade box from his robe, tossing it into Zhao Yang's arms. He then handed over the Ice Soul Seal he had snatched from Duan Wude's hands before charging toward their assailants.
The sound of bones breaking echoed in everyone's ears as Fire Wuyan could only endure one strike before collapsing to the ground. He spat out his Crimson Fire Golden Pill; in an instant, the surrounding space became unbearably hot. The Golden Pill represented his life essence; by burning his vitality, he temporarily increased his strength dramatically. A powerful illusionary formation centered around him rapidly expanded outward, enveloping several miles in an instant.
"I can't hold on for long. You all need to escape quickly." Fire Wuyan's expression was neither happy nor sad, and he appeared somewhat weak. The Crimson Fire Golden Pill was the center of the formation; once it was discovered, it would be the moment of his demise.
"Wudao, go!" The Grand Elder did not hesitate, swiftly gathering everyone to move forward.
"Teacher!" Just before disappearing, Zhao Yang called out to Fire Wuyan, feeling a pang of sorrow in his heart. A hint of satisfaction appeared on Fire Wuyan's face, as if he were proud. He knew that as long as Zhao Yang escaped, one day he would take revenge for them. In the history of Qi Refinement Stage Enlightenment cultivators, there had only been one case—Zhao Yang, his student.
The group of fleeing individuals now consisted of Ji Wudao, the Grand Elder, Sixth Elder, Nangong Wuxin, Zhao Yang, Long Xiao Wu, Scholar Xiu, Yu Qingsnow, and Gorilla—nine people in total. As they flew together, they exchanged glances. Except for Zhao Yang, each person's face showed varying degrees of sorrow. Countless Nascent Soul Stage cultivators were pursuing them; they knew it would be difficult to escape.
"Ants! Where do you think you're going?"
Thunder roared like a clap of doom.
A middle-aged man in blue battle armor with long hair descended from the sky, wielding a massive halberd. A beam of light from the halberd slashed toward them like an unstoppable river!
"I am the Yuan Lei Sect Leader!"
Ji Wudao and the Grand Elder immediately exerted their full strength to defend everyone, moving swiftly to shield their disciples beneath them as they were blasted away to the sides.
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