In the skies, dozens of figures flew on their swords one after another.
The man in the lead wore luxurious robes and was handsome. His eyes were crystal clear and he exuded an outstanding aura that was eye-catching.
This was the commander of Glass Palace for this expedition, Pei Chunyu.
The group from Glass Palace traveled at a moderate speed and were about to arrive at Poison Sect at the city's south.
At the same time, a group of cultivators arrived on their swords opposite Glass Palace. Dressed in black robes, they were Malevolent Earth Sect cultivators.
The distance between the two major sects was not too far and they could even look at each other from a distance.
"Report …!"
Right then, a Glass Palace cultivator sped over with a horrified expression. Unable to conceal the shock in his eyes, he gulped and said with difficulty, "Senior Brother Pei, Poison Sect … is gone."
"Oh,"
Pei Chunyu replied without paying too much attention.
After a brief pause, Pei Chunyu frowned and snapped out of his daze. His gaze turned sharper as he asked slowly, "What did you say earlier on? Repeat yourself."
The other Glass Palace cultivators looked at the person in shock as well, thinking that they had heard wrongly.
The person laughed bitterly and shook his head. "Poison Sect is gone in the ancient battlefield. Almost all of their cultivators were massacred by Su Zimo."
Everyone from Glass Palace was shocked.
"How is that possible?!"
Almost at the same time, Pei Chunyu and Xue Yang were shocked as they hollered.
The two of them exchanged glances across the air. A Malevolent Earth Sect cultivator stood in front of Xue Yang as well – it was clear that he had just received the news as well.
Realizing that they had lost their composure, the two of them took a deep breath to compose themselves.
Pei Chunyu gripped his fists and narrowed his eyes, asking with grit teeth, "Where's Du Kai of Poison Sect? Poison Sect's traps? Poison Sect's Seven Lethals? What about the hundred odd cultivators of Poison Sect? "
"This …"
The Glass Palace cultivator hesitated for a moment before sighing gently. "They're all gone."
They were all gone.
These three simple words revealed a trace of helplessness, some shock, some fear, and endless emotions.
Poison Sect was one of the five heretical doctrines!
Even their Veluriyam Palace was unwilling to provoke them, yet they were destroyed by a single person just like that.
Everyone's jaws dropped as they stood in midair on their flying swords. Their eyes were wide open and their mouths were agape. The three words echoed in their minds and they couldn't regain their senses for a long time.
The cultivators of Glass Palace and Malevolent Earth Sect went silent.
In this vast sky, the atmosphere was inexplicably stifling.
A moment later, a Glass Palace cultivator could not help but ask cautiously, "Senior Brother Pei, are we still going to watch the show?"
Initially, they had followed Pei Chunyu with the intention of witnessing Su Zimo's tragic death.
Now that the frontline had sent back this news, everyone was already thinking of retreating.
Pei Chunyu's eyes flickered with uncertainty.
After pondering for a moment, the killing intent in Pei Chunyu's eyes intensified as he said in a deep voice, "Go! It is precisely because of this that we must go and take a look! "
At the same time, on the other side, the Demon Son of the Malevolent Earth Sect, Xue Yang, made the same decision.
The two of them had the same thought.
Poison Sect was one of the five heretical doctrines after all and had more than a hundred cultivators under them, including a few seven meridian Foundation Establishment Cultivators.
Even if Su Zimo managed to wipe out Poison Sect completely, this was going to be a tough battle as well.
Right now, even if Su Zimo wasn't severely injured, he was probably at his weakest and might even be poisoned – this was the best opportunity to kill him!
Glass Palace and Malevolent Earth Sect were immortal and fiend sects respectively. Since ancient times, immortals and fiends were at odds and would naturally not join forces openly.
However, at that moment, Pei Chunyu and Xue Yang exchanged glances with a tacit understanding.
"Let's go!"
Pei Chunyu gave the order and led the Glass Palace cultivators forward, speeding towards Poison Sect at the city's south.
…
On the long street north and south.
Tang Yu and Feng Manman led many cultivators under their sects and sprinted, arriving near Poison Sect before long.
Up ahead, there were layers of cultivators densely packed and most of them were watching from the outside.
No one knew what those cultivators saw but they could not conceal the shock in their eyes. When they saw Tang Yu and the others rushing over, they opened up a path hurriedly.
Suddenly, a rotund figure squeezed through the crowd and ran over, asking with a delighted expression, "Senior Brother Ji, Sister Leng, you guys are here too!"
It was Little Fatty who had just joined Tomb Sect and Shi Jian who joined Puppet Sect stood beside him as well.
Both of them did not change much after more than ten days.
Little Fatty seemed to have gained some weight while Shi Jian was still in a daze.
Tomb Sect and Puppet Sect were both part of the five heretical doctrines and were in the city's south to begin with.
Naturally, the two of them were the first to rush over when something happened to Poison Sect.
"How's it like inside?"
Ji Chengtian asked softly with a grim expression.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk!"
Little Fatty smacked his lips and chuckled in delight. "You guys came too late and didn't see it. Hehe! Tragic, that's really tragic! "
"Ah!"
When she heard that, Tang Yu's eyes dimmed and she muttered to herself dejectedly, "Is it still too late? It's my fault, I should have guessed it. I could have stopped you … "
Tang Yu was so worried that she did not notice Little Fatty's expression and tone.
However, Ji Chengtian and Leng Rou frowned.
Logically speaking, if something were to happen to Su Zimo, little fatty should be more anxious and indignant than anyone else. Why was he gloating over Su Zimo's misfortune?
Little Fatty was stunned when he saw Tang Yu's reaction as well.
At the side, Feng Manman frowned slightly and hugged Tang Yu in her arms. Glaring at Little Fatty, she hollered, "Shut up, fatty!"
Little Fatty was even more stunned.
"Was I wrong?"
Little Fatty could not figure it out and turned to Shi Jian, asking, "Silly Jian, what's going on?"
Shi Jian was equally confused at the side. Scratching his head, he looked at Ji Chengtian and the others and asked seriously, "Brother Ji, why did you guys bring so many people here to watch the show? Those who don't know might think that you guys are going to fight! "
Ji Chengtian could not help but roll his eyes and ask, "Is Zimo alright?"
"He's fine, he's alive and kicking," Little Fatty replied.
"Ah?"
Tang Yu bounced up from Feng Manman's embrace and blinked with tears still lingering at the corners of her eyes. "T-Then, you said that it was tragic. It was truly tragic …"
"I meant that Poison Sect was tragic."
"…"
Everyone was speechless and froze on the spot, unable to understand what was going on.
Right then, a Poison Sect cultivator drenched in blood ran out from the front. He had a horrified expression as he staggered towards them.
Swoosh!
Before he could get far, a cold light flashed behind him.
With a poof, an arrow pierced through the man's back and came out of his chest, stained with blood!
The man's eyes dimmed and he took a few more steps forward before collapsing dead.
Instinctively, everyone raised their heads and looked in the direction where the arrow came from.
At the entrance of Poison Sect's residence, a green-robed cultivator strode out with a calm expression and clear eyes. In fact, there wasn't even a single trace of blood on his body. He had just put away the moon-white bow in his hands into his storage bag calmly.
At the same time, everyone from Glass Palace and Malevolent Earth Sect arrived just in time to witness the scene.
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