"You..."
Wan Xing was utterly exasperated, his fury uncontrollable.
For all his Body Refinement strength, he couldnât get close to Li Changâan and could only endure the barrage of lightning strikes.
He wasnât seriously injured, but it was utterly frustrating.
This scene was witnessed by the many Golden Core Masters watching from all sides.
"This kidâs temperament still needs polishing. Heâs too impatient."
"He could have used his superior physique to slowly wear down Li Changâan. Instead, he insisted on a quick victory and ended up being led around by the nose."
Hearing these words only made Wan Xing more anxious.
But he was powerless to change the situation.
Over the next half a month, the two faced off multiple times within the Cyan Cloud Sect, but Wan Xing was never again able to get close enough to strike Li Changâan.
During this time, the Arrays within the Cyan Cloud Sect were being broken one after another.
The Cyan Cloud Sectâs many Cultivators fell back again and again, gradually retreating further up the mountain.
Like two great torrents, countless Cultivators from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect and the Red Flame Sect charged madly up the mountain.
With a thunderous roar, another Tier Three Grand Array was broken.
The Cultivators of the Cyan Cloud Sect had no choice but to retreat further up.
Meanwhile, the disciples of the two attacking Sects cheered, seeing victory within their grasp.
Nie Yu announced loudly, "Everyone, the Cyan Cloud Sect is showing signs of exhaustion. We cannot slacken our pace. We must charge up and finish them in one fell swoop!"
"Agreed!"
Several Golden Core Masters from the Red Flame Sect voiced their agreement.
The two Sects, each with their Array Masters and Array-Breaking Treasures, poured through the breach in the Array.
At this rate, they would be able to completely annihilate the Cyan Cloud Sect and achieve final victory in another month or two.
But just then, the situation changed in an instant!
The Array they had just broken suddenly reformed, cutting off the Red Flame Sect Cultivatorsâ path of retreat.
Simultaneously,
A large number of Cultivators from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect suddenly turned on their allies, savagely slaughtering the Red Flame Sect disciplesâespecially those skilled in Arrays.
In an instant, the stench of blood thickened severalfold.
Countless Red Flame Sect Cultivators fell, screaming in agony.
This sudden turn of events left the many onlookers utterly stunned.
Even many of the lower-ranking disciples from the Cyan Cloud Sect and Ten Thousand Swords Sect were visibly shocked. They had no idea their Sects were secretly cooperating; from their perspective, the fighting had been real from start to finish.
"No!"
The Red Flame Sectâs ancestor, Xiong Yan, roared in fury, his eyes looking as if they would split from rage.
"Ten Thousand Swords Sect, you pack of treacherous villains!"
"Daoist Xiong, in our past collaborations, has your Red Flame Sect not also frequently broken its word?"
With a cold expression, He Xiangfengâs sword flashed as he charged toward Xiong Yan.
Simultaneously, the Cyan Cloud Sect trembled. Hidden Spirit Patterns materialized in the air, forming several Tier Three Top Grade Grand Arrays that trapped the six Golden Core Cultivators from the Red Flame Sect.
Only at this moment had the great Immortal Sect war truly begun!
The aged voice of the Cyan Cloud Sectâs ancestor, Gu Qinghong, rang out once more.
"Today, the Red Flame Sect shall be annihilated!"
"Thatâs right! Disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, hear my order! Today, we will annihilate the Red Flame Sect!"
With their ancestors having spoken, the disciples of both Sects no longer hesitated.
Though they had been trying to kill each other just a moment before, they now had no choice but to join forces and work together to slaughter the disciples of the Red Flame Sect.
The Golden Core Masters of the two Sects gathered outside the Arrays trapping the Red Flame Sectâs Golden Core Cultivators, attacking them from beyond the barrier.
With more than twenty Golden Core Masters between the two Sects, and aided by several Tier Three Top Grade Grand Arrays, eliminating the six from the Red Flame Sect would not be difficult.
In just a few moments, a Fake Pill Cultivator from the Red Flame Sect was gravely wounded.
Mu Yan roared, "Ten Thousand Swords Sect, have you really thought this through? The Cyan Cloud Sect is powerful; working with them is like asking a tiger for its own hide! After our Red Flame Sect is destroyed, youâll be next!"
"Daoist Mu, you neednât worry about such matters. It is time for you to go on your way."
He Xiangfeng urged his Treasure Sword on, unleashing a piercing sword shadow.
Unable to dodge in time, Mu Yan was instantly and grievously wounded, blood pouring from his body.
Just then, Nie Yuâs icy gaze swept over the Red Flame Sectâs Golden Core Masters.
"Red Flame Sect, it has come to this. Thereâs no need to hide it any longer. Who was it that killed my grandson?"
"Nie Yu, you old bastard! How many times do I have to tell you? It wasnât anyone from the Red Flame Sect who killed Nie Wushuang!" Xiong Yan retorted, his eyes bloodshot with rage.
Nie Yu shot back coldly, "Impossible! A Golden Core Master must have been the one to strike down my grandson that day!"
âIf a Golden Core Master hadnât acted, how could Nie Wushuang have died so quickly?â
"You old fool! What makes you so certain it was the Red Flame Sect?" Mu Yan, also enraged, spat out a mouthful of blood.
"I am willing to swear on my Dao Heart that the Red Flame Sect had nothing to do with this matter."
"Hmph. Youâre all about to die. What good is an oath on your Dao Heart now?"
"You..."
Mu Yan trembled with such rage that he was rendered speechless.
Outside the Array, the other Golden Core Masters from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect exchanged glances, a hint of doubt flashing across their faces.
âAt this point, the Golden Core Masters of the Red Flame Sect really have no reason to lie. Is it possible they really didnât do it?â
Thinking this, they all turned to look at the Golden Core Cultivators of the Cyan Cloud Sect.
The Cyan Cloud Sectâs Golden Core Cultivators, as if expecting this, all swore on their Dao Hearts, one by one, declaring they were not the killers.
The situation suddenly became very strange.
If none of the Golden Core Masters from either Sect had acted, then who on earth had killed Nie Wushuang?
Just then, the Jin Familyâs ancestor, Jinbao, once again flew out from the Jin Familyâs Flying Ship and tried to mediate.
"Fellow Daoists, with the Demon Sects running rampant, have none of you considered that they might be responsible? If you keep fighting like this, youâll only give the Demon Sects a reason to celebrate!"
At these words, many of the onlookers nodded slightly in agreement.
But Nie Yu paid him no mind, snapping, "Jinbao, is my grandsonâs death somehow related to you? If not, why speak up now?"
"You... You old bastard, youâre completely unreasonable!"
With an angry expression, Jinbao flicked his sleeve and returned to his Flying Ship, refusing to involve himself further.
Within the Cyan Cloud Sect, the slaughter continued.
At this point, regardless of who killed Nie Wushuang, it was unlikely that any of the Red Flame Sectâs Golden Core Masters would leave the Cyan Cloud Sect alive.
âNie Wushuang... Heâs probably going down in the history books of the Southern Domain Cultivation Immortality Realm,â Li Changâan mused to himself. âThe war of the three Sects started because of him, and because of him, itâs reached this extreme. He may be dead, but his fame is only growing.â