Jiang Wanyin remained unmoved by honor or disgrace, as composed as ever. However, the disciples of the Wendao Sword Sect had long since been unable to restrain themselves.
Seeing the lightning sword intent ravaging the sky, their brief moment of shock was immediately replaced by a burning excitement.
Based on past experience, every time a new sword intent was born within the Sword Mound, their Little Grand-Uncle would break through to a new realm.
With the cold intent three years ago, their Little Grand-Uncle returned having entered the seventh stage.
With the life intent a month ago, their Little Grand-Uncle returned having entered the eighth stage.
Counting back further, it had always been the same.
So this time, with the manifestation of a lightning sword intent, did it mean that their Little Grand-Uncle had already entered the tribulation transcendence stage?
If that were truly the case, the current predicament wouldn't mean a thing.
Furthermore,
The current battle was already a stalemate. If their Little Grand-Uncle were to take action, wouldn't the situation be reversed in an instant?
Don't forget, back when their Little Grand-Uncle was only at the sixth stage, he could already hunt down and torment those at the seventh and eighth stages.
Now, if he had entered the ninth stage with five floors of the tower open and five swords unleashed, he would surely slaughter everyone in his path.
Saints?
Demon immortals?
Who could possibly stand against him?
This lightning sword intent was like a beam of light, illuminating everything within the darkness.
It allowed the disciples of the Wendao Sword Sect to regain their fighting spirit.
So what if the whole world was their enemy?
The Wendao Sword Sect did not fear!
They fought, they charged, they roared at the top of their lungs, shouting with excitement...
They knew that if they held on—as long as they held on—there would definitely be a turning point.
Previously,
Even though Jiang Wanyin had displayed combat power beyond imagination.
She was ultimately just one person. They had no confidence and were constantly anxious.
They were all worried that the Sixth Patriarch might be worn down by the enemies alone.
But now, things were different.
They had hope, and at this moment, they were incredibly certain that they could win.
Their Little Grand-Uncle must be in seclusion; they just had to hold out.
Once their Little Grand-Uncle emerged, the situation would surely be rewritten.
This was especially true for the disciples who had participated in the battle of the East Desolation and the Emperor's Tomb.
“Brothers, hold the line for me...”
“When the Little Grand-Uncle comes out, it will be their funeral.”
“Come and fight!”
“The sword sacrifices to the boundless; who else but me...”
“.......”
The invading enemies were left bewildered and confused.
They were the ones attacking, they were the ones with the upper hand, and they were the ones here to plunder.
Yet now,
The defenders were howling like madmen.
It was as if they were hopped up on something, completely nonsensical.
It was just a single wisp of sword aura. What could that possibly change? That sword aura came and went; its momentum was grand, yes, but it inflicted zero damage...
It had no impact on the battlefield whatsoever.
What was there to be excited about?
Of course,
They weren't deaf or stupid; they naturally heard the shouts and discussions of the Wendao Sword Sect disciples.
Little Grand-Uncle?
Xu Xian?
Presumably, that world-famous little fellow was about to make a move, manifesting that white tower and drawing the Twelve Divine Swords?
Perhaps...
However,
During the trip to the Emperor's Tomb, hadn't Xu Xian still lost to the demon son Bai Mang?
What did that mean?
It meant that Xu Xian wasn't as impressive as the rumors claimed.
Naturally,
Even if he was, he was just a junior not even thirty years old. No matter how high his realm was, where could it possibly be? At most, he would be at the great ascension stage.
Whereas on their side,
There were many at the tribulation transcendence stage and even saints...
Every one of them was an old monster who had lived for thousands or even tens of thousands of years. Why would they fear a mere junior?
Besides,
They weren't the only ones who wanted the Wendao Sword Sect dead.
Some hadn't arrived yet, and some were watching from the sidelines, continuously joining the battlefield.
In contrast, the Wendao Sword Sect was huddled within its mountain gate with no reinforcements.
This was nothing more than a desperate last stand before a total collapse.
To them, the outcome of failure was already set in stone.
Though,
It was true that this sudden surge of fighting spirit was a bit troublesome...
“A bunch of ants.”
“Ignorant and fearless.”
“It's fine if Xu Xian comes. We'll slaughter him as well and seize all his opportunities and fortunes, Hahaha...”
The battle continued, not stopping because of the lightning sword intent's birth.
Instead, it grew more intense.
Ye Xianyu, Li Qingshan, and the others were relieved.
Knowing the inside story, they were even more certain that Xu Xian had broken through to the ninth stage, even if the lightning tribulation had not yet fallen.
Once he emerged and sacrificed his sword, even if the situation didn't become an overwhelming rout, they would surely be able to push back.
At the very least, maintaining the status quo and improving the situation was guaranteed.
Amidst the fierce battle, Ye Xianyu sighed softly, “Little Eleven always manages to bring surprises, doesn't he?”
Li Qingshan, however, remained stubborn, engaging in his daily grumbling. “This guy is getting more and more ridiculous. Two major commotions in a single month. Impressive...”
Qiaofu and Yuren,
Unaware of the details, simply focused on charging and killing.
The broadsword charged forward.
The fishing line ravaged the field.
...
In the Ancestral Mountain,
The four members of the Golden Generation—Yao Xiaoxiao, Xia Chu Yi, Lu Yuan, and Tu Kongkong—had been cultivating.
The chaotic battle outside the mountains had not disturbed the four of them; under Jiang Wanyin's instructions, it had been deliberately hidden from them.
However,
At this moment,
The group was still startled awake by the sudden lightning sword intent.
They immediately ended their meditation, just as they always did...
Stepping out of the grotto-heaven, they prepared to admire the true form of the sword aura as they had the previous times.
But they never expected to see the chaos outside the Main Peak's mountain gate.
Densely packed great formations shimmered with light.
The dark, heavy sky looked as if it had been dyed with ink.
Terrifying figures were colliding; with every gesture, the mountains and rivers changed color, and massive waves surged to the heavens.
Mountains collapsed.
Rivers were severed.
Dust rose a thousand meters high...
The land was bathed in blood, filled with the smoke of war.
What they saw before them looked like the end of the world.
Lu Yuan was fine, acting as if nothing was wrong. To him, while such a chaotic battle was indeed grand in scale, it was ultimately child's play.
If it had been back when he first woke up, he might have been a bit wary.
Now, he found it quite ordinary...
Shattering a few mountains and tearing open a void...
That was child's play.
Years ago,
He had experienced stars shattering and an entire great province being beaten into collapse and sinking by sheer force...
Don't forget.
The laws of Fanzhou were lower-plane laws; everything here wasn't nearly as sturdy as in the Upper Realm.
But Yao Xiaoxiao, Tu Kongkong, and Xia Chu Yi were different.
They had never seen such a scene before.
Even the older Yao Xiaoxiao had been sent back to the sect early during the battle of the East Desolation.
She had never seen a battle at the tribulation transcendence level.
Not to mention that what was currently playing out outside the mountains was an offensive at the saint level.
In the Emperor's Tomb,
They had seen crowds as vast as the tide, but back then, no one had any cultivation, so they couldn't cause such a huge commotion.
Even though the Ancestral Mountain was hundreds of miles away from the mountain gate with over a hundred peaks in between, their shock was still beyond words.
They instinctively showed expressions of fear.
“What happened?”
“How did it turn out like this?”
Their first reaction was to think they had seen wrongly, that their eyes were playing tricks on them.
Or perhaps they were too tired from cultivating and had fallen asleep and were dreaming?
Because in their understanding, the Wendao Sword Sect was at the height of its power. How could anyone possibly dare to invade?
Ridiculous,
Absurd,
Incomprehensible...
Lu Yuan adopted an attitude as if it didn't concern him. He crossed his arms and said lazily, “Tsk tsk, so many tribulation transcendence powerhouses. Fanzhou truly is a place of crouching tigers and hidden dragons...”
In the north,
And the east,
Demon qi surged through the sky and spiritual essence was restless; they were also fighting.
And there were quite a lot of people. Outside the Wendao Sword Sect's mountain gate, a battle was also raging with many participants.
Lu Yuan had never seen many of these fellows outside the Blazing Fortress.
Now,
They had all popped up.
Yao Xiaoxiao noticed Lu Yuan's unusual behavior and knew in her heart that he must know something.
She pressed, “Xiao Lu, what exactly happened?”
Lu Yuan glanced out of the corner of his eye and gestured with his chin. “Isn't it obvious? The Wendao Sword Sect is being besieged...”
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