As soon as the words fell, Zhang Wendengâs expression turned extremely unsightly.
"Who is he?"
Lu Changsheng asked Zhang Wendeng.
"He is the patriarch of Gourd Mountain Villa, Zhuang Tai!"
Zhang Wendeng explained in a low voice.
"Zhuang Tai..."
Lu Changsheng nodded slightly, his gaze shifted to Zhuang Tai. With a calm voice, he said, "Didnât you hear what I just said, Brother Lu?"
"Since youâve come, stay and join us in dealing with the demonic martial artists."
"My frail old body may not have the strength. I must ask for forgiveness, Upper Envoy. Iâll take my leave."
Zhuang Tai showed no consideration for Lu Changsheng.
"Who else wishes to leave?"
Ignoring Zhuang Tai, Lu Changsheng turned to the other martial artists and asked again.
"There are matters in my family that still require handling. I need to return."
"I too..."
For a moment, several martial artists indeed stepped forward, intending to leave.
Practically half of the gathered martial artists.
These martial artists were all in the Divine Astral Realm. Though the identity of a North Region Heavenly Sect Inner Sect Disciple placed Lu Changsheng above them, so what?
In the martial arts clan, strength was everything.
And with their numbers, and Lu Changsheng being alone, could he really dare to act?
While they had seen Inner Sect Disciples from the North Region Heavenly Sect before, there had never been a true confrontation.
However, Lu Changsheng was no ordinary Inner Sect Disciple; he was a seed disciple, fundamentally different from the others.
"Eight of you!"
"Fine, since you wish to leave, I shall see you off!"
Lu Changshengâs words remained calm, and the eight Divine Astral martial artists still didnât sense what was about to unfold.
Suddenly, the entire grand hall within the Inspector Mansion seemed to darken.
Such a vast hall was inexplicably transformed into a stretch of starry sky.
Boundless, infinite stars spread across the cosmos, majestic and breathtaking.
Yet, at that moment, the eight Divine Astral martial artistsâ faces turned pale.
A Domain!
This Inner Sect Disciple of the North Region Heavenly Sect, Lu Changsheng, had manifested a Domain!
Moreover, he had brazenly attacked them, facing eight on his own!
"Ahhh... Fight him!"
With a furious roar, the eight Divine Astral martial artists sought to resist the suppression of Lu Changshengâs Domain.
Indeed, the combined strength of eight Divine Astral cultivators was formidable.
They each unleashed their personal intentions.
To condense Divine Power, their understanding of intention was naturally profound.
Their diverse intentions merged, pushing against Lu Changshengâs Starry Sky Domain, surprisingly causing ripples of resistance within it.
A single Domain seemed insufficient to suppress eight distinct intentions completely.
"Boom!"
At that moment, a massive waterfall emerged, cascading through the entire starry expanse like a torrent falling from the heavens.
As this colossal waterfall descended, the pressure on the eight Divine Astral martial artists multiplied instantly.
Their collective resistance against the starry Domain crumbled in an instant as all eight intentions dissipated into nothingness.
"Crack!"
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Their intentions were directly shattered.
The eight trembled in disbelief.
Another Domain.
Lu Changsheng had mastered two Domains!
While they had seen many North Region Heavenly Sect Inner Sect Disciples before, few had ever wielded two Domains simultaneously.
At this moment, a chilling realization dawned upon them.
The possibility lingered in their minds: Seed Disciple!
Lu Changsheng might well be a seed disciple!
And a North Region Heavenly Sect seed disciple was an entirely different matter.
Their status and authority were incomparably superior, unlike ordinary disciples.
With the descent of Lu Changshengâs dual Domains, the eight Divine Astral martial artists were entirely suppressed!
They felt an overwhelming weight on their spirits, rendering them immobile.
A martial artistâs greatest peril was being immobilized under a Domainâs suppressionâturning even Divine Astral cultivators into helpless prey.
"Spare us!"
"Upper Envoy, we are willing to fight against the demonic martial artists!"
"Please spare us, Upper Envoy..."
The spirits of the eight martial artists surged with panic.
None had anticipated that the visiting disciple from the North Region Heavenly Sect would manifest two Domains, potentially marking him as a seed disciple.
Under the control of his Domain, they became easy targets, facing death imminently!
Gripped by the fear of death, terror overtook them.
Yet Lu Changsheng remained unmoved.
Having declared he would "see them off," he would not recant his word!
"Clang."
In the next instant, Lu Changsheng unsheathed his blade.
At the very moment his blade was drawn, two layers of Divine Power enveloped him.
The first layerâStarry Sky Infinite Divine Powerâbestowed a fifty-fold augmentation to his physical body.
Immediately, a crimson blade light tore through the void.
With eight successive slashes, so swift they appeared as one singular blade light, it split into eight rays aimed squarely at the eight Divine Astral martial artists.
"Crack."
The blade light struck each martial artist with precision.
Instantly, their Divine Power shattered like fragile paper, utterly defenseless.
"Slash."
In the following moment, their heads rolled onto the ground, still trembling from the momentum.
The eight headless corpses collapsed to the floor.
The air grew thick with the stench of blood.
Silence!
The grand hall plunged into a deafening silence, as if a pin drop would echo.
Eight headless corpses lay strewn across the floor.
Every gaze locked on the spectacle they had just witnessed.
These were eight Divine Astral martial artists!
Within the martial arts world, they were overlords, founders of sects, revered patriarchs.
Yet now, they lay slain.
Cut down by Lu Changshengâs blade!
It was at this moment they fully understood the meaning behind Lu Changshengâs earlier words: "To see them off."
Lu Changsheng returned his blade to its scabbard.
The Domains enveloping the hall dissipated instantly.
Were it not for the corpses on the floor and the lingering smell of blood, none would believe a fierce battle had just transpired here.