The ninety-nine pillars of light had merged into a single massive pillar.
Only the darkest one remained, and it was heading straight for where the Wendao Sword Sect was hiding.
Lu Yuan, who had been silent all this time, seemed to catch some signal and suddenly stood up.
Amidst the chaotic noise of the crowd, he let out a shout.
"Take him down!"
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
Countless gazes snapped toward him, filled with confusion and bewilderment...
Some were even startled by Lu Yuan's booming voice.
Although Xia Chu Yi had been the most vocal, when it actually came time to fight, she felt a bit weak. She asked tentatively, "Are we really doing this?"
Lu Yuan didn't offer much of an explanation, only saying one thing: "If you don't take him down, he'll take you down. It is your choice. Are we fighting or not?"
Those who were originally hesitating no longer wavered.
It was true.
If they didn't fight him, he would come for them.
Bai Mang.
He had already ruined the younger generations of several great clans in Fanzhou. There was no reason for him to let the Wendao Sword Sect go.
After all,
the Wendao Sword Sect and the Demon Abyss were mortal enemies, both in the shadows and in the open.
Before,
Bai Mang might have been wary of the Wendao Sword Sect joining forces with other beings to fight him.
So he had ignored them.
But now...
The other beings had all been defeated. The Wendao Sword Sect was standing alone.
Their Little Grand-Uncle Xu Xian had yet to show his face, so the demon certainly wouldn't pass up such an opportunity.
Furthermore, he had captured the talented and well-connected disciples of every other sect and race.
Only the Wendao Sword Sect remained untouched.
If they left the tomb like this, they were afraid the other worlds would say they were in league with the Demon Abyss.
Otherwise, as humans and members of the Wendao Sword Sect, why would they be the only ones spared?
It was undeniable.
Bai Mang was very strong, having defeated a hundred thousand enemies alone.
However,
the swords of the Wendao Sword Sect were not blunt either.
"Fight him."
"We must fight him."
"Bai Mang has indeed become too arrogant..."
"..."
Having received unanimous support, Lu Yuan began to appoint his generals to prepare for the enemy.
Yao Xiaoxiao.
Xia Chu Yi.
Tu Kongkong.
Only three people.
The rest were to stand by.
When the others heard this, they were displeased. Why only them?
They wanted to go too.
One more person meant more strength.
Lu Yuan was very direct.
He said that if numbers were useful, those people wouldn't have been defeated so miserably.
The implication was clear.
They were too weak; going would only drag the others down.
Bringing these three with him was enough.
If they could kill him, they would.
If they couldn't, they could at least stall him.
He glanced at the sky and said that not much time was left.
He then instructed Lin Qianqian that if they were defeated, the rest should run immediately...
Lin Qianqian agreed.
But she felt that something was off. Lu Yuan gave her the impression that he was pretending to be nervous and cautious.
Many of his words sounded like nonsense, as if he were just saying them for the sake of it.
But she didn't overthink it.
She had a clear understanding of her own strength. She knew she had some talent, but she definitely couldn't compare to the descendants of the demon immortals and beast gods.
Those people weren't even a match for Bai Mang and had all been thrown into that bowl.
If she went, she really wouldn't be able to help and might even cause trouble.
Of course,
what convinced the disciples of the Wendao Sword Sect to let the four go alone was Lu Yuan's next sentence.
He said,
the four of them were the Golden Generation of the Wendao Sword Sect.
Their names were on the ranks.
What did that mean?
It meant that even if they couldn't win, they wouldn't die. At most, they would be thrown into that bowl and wait for the ransom to be paid.
After all,
the current situation was obvious. Bai Mang was capturing these people solely to extort the world.
They felt this made a lot of sense.
The Golden Generation.
They were indeed very valuable.
High talent, great backgrounds.
Lu Yuan went without saying; as an auspicious beast himself, he was worth a fortune.
Selling him would bring a massive profit, and keeping him wasn't a loss either.
Yao Xiaoxiao was even more obvious. In the Wendao Sword Sect, who had deeper pockets than Elder Yao?
Then there were Tu Kongkong and Xia Chu Yi.
One was the 12th Ancestor.
The other was the 13th Ancestor.
Any one of them could be sold for an astronomical price.
While it sounded reasonable to the listeners, Xia Chu Yi wasn't having it. She said her family was actually very poor and her talent was mediocre.
Maybe it was better if she didn't go...
The little girl was, for the first time, following her heart in the face of reality.
She was very much like Xu Xian.
If she wasn't sure of something, she would shout but not act.
But Lu Yuan was firm; she had to go.
If she didn't,
she would be shaming Xu Xian and letting people talk behind her uncle's back.
Xia Chu Yi told Lu Yuan that her uncle didn't care about those things at all.
She talked a lot and had many excuses.
But in the end,
she still went. Her protests were just words.
And so,
as the blood-colored pillar of light continued to approach, the four from the Wendao Sword Sect charged out to meet it.
The disciples looked on nervously, praying silently.
They hoped nothing would go wrong.
They hoped the Little Grand-Uncle would arrive soon.
The Little Grand-Uncle should have arrived by now.
And then...
A carefully choreographed play began to unfold in the Emperor's Tomb.
They intended to use this to bring a perfect conclusion to this struggle for the Emperor's Tomb.
Under the blood sun, atop the ruins, the two sides met.
They took their positions.
On the left,
was Bai Mang, alone with his sword, covered in blood.
On the right,
were three girls and a blind man.
Lu Yuan stood in the center, his red hair dancing in the wind, holding his saber in his arms.
Yao Xiaoxiao was on the left, her two-toned hair fluttering, her heterochromatic eyes flashing with cold light.
Frost formed beneath her feet for no apparent reason.
Then there was Xia Chu Yi, whose eyes were wide, and Tu Kongkong, who looked somewhat timid.
Everyone knew a fight was about to break out.
But no one understood why they were just standing there. Did they want to stare each other to death?
Some saw it from afar,
while others happened to be close enough to hear.
People discussed in low voices, arguing and speculating.
"It is the Wendao Sword Sect. Is Bai Mang finally making a move against them?"
"It is the Golden Generation. That blind man is the auspicious beast Lu Yuan. I heard he is already at the seventh-rank beast emperor stage."
"Are those heterochromatic eyes Yao Xiaoxiao? She seems to be at the sixth stage as well."
"What use is that? Their cultivation is sealed. They can only rely on physical strength."
"The Wendao Sword Sect is truly brave. They still dare to fight?"
"Can they win?"
"One is a natural auspicious beast, another is a Taiyin Immortal Body, and the other two, though their physical bodies are slightly weaker, both have immortal swords. It might not be an impossible fight."
"Where is Xu Xian?"
"He must be dead. No one has seen him."
"He might have been thrown into that bone bowl as well."
"What a pity. If Xu Xian were here and the five of them attacked together, I think there would be a great chance of killing Bai Mang."
Some felt the disparity in power was too great and the Wendao Sword Sect was bound to lose.
Others felt their strengths were comparable and the Wendao Sword Sect had a fighting chance.
Everyone had their own opinion.
However,
regarding the current fight, they were only watching the spectacle. They no longer had any hidden agendas.
No matter who won,
it no longer had anything to do with them.
From the moment they retreated from that mountain, their courage had been shattered.
Naturally, they had lost their chance to compete.
Lan Zhan made himself the center of attention, leading the demon race forward and asking the Young Lord if he needed help.
Xu Xian told them to stay put.
Just cheering would be enough.
Lan Zhan gladly accepted and, leading the demons, became part of the audience...
The atmosphere was solemn and inexplicably tense.
In the underground world, the owner of those giant eyes had a playful and mocking look in his gaze as he watched the illusion with curiosity.
He said to himself, "One of their own fighting their own. Is this a play?"
"It seems this kid has quite a calculating nature..."
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