With a chuckle, the lightning suddenly exploded.
The apocalyptic thunder in the sky was endless and relentless, pressuring them continuously. However, the Ma-i Sect gradually steadied their footing after resisting it for a while. The Grand Supreme Elder and the Ma-i Sect Leader could clearly tell that while the apocalyptic thunder was powerful and had a continuous effect, it would be difficult to achieve its full effect against a formation like the Ma-i Sect's if it could not take down the opponent in one fell swoop. Moreover, it would consume a lot of the caster's spiritual source. No matter how impressive the caster's cultivation base was or how miraculous their skills were, they would not be able to sustain it for a long period of time. The Ma-i Sect would definitely gain the upper hand in the end. After all, the Constellation Formation was operated by more than a hundred people. It was not something a single person could withstand.
Just when the Ma-i Sect's higher-ups were confident that their chances of victory had changed, a low cry came from the sky again, "Retract!"
Before the voice could echo in the air, many Ma-i Sect members cried out inexplicably. The Grand Elder and the rest looked towards the source of the sound in surprise, only to see a haze of blood rising from the bodies of those who cried out. The haze drifted into the sky and converged to form a blood cloud that shrouded the sky.
Although the Ma-i Sect's treasure, the Constellation Formation, was incredibly powerful and its defensive ability was extraordinary, able to withstand the apocalyptic thunder and keep those within the formation alive, it did not mean that they were uninjured. There was a difference in the cultivation base of the Ma-i Sect disciples who had set up the formation. Many disciples with lower cultivation bases were injured. Although the injuries were not severe and would not affect their combat ability, they were still injured. Faced with the sudden cry of "retract" from the sky, all the injured had lost a great amount of blood from their wounds.
The result of losing a large amount of blood in an instant was that they became dizzy and flustered. They had no strength left to spare. In the blink of an eye, the sky was still filled with lightning and thunder, and dozens of people had already been struck to death!
It had only been a moment, but the Ma-i Sect's famed Constellation Formation had already been broken!
The sudden change came naturally. The Grand Elder, Wang Changfeng, who had just regained his composure, cried out, "Nine Supremes? Yutang's Nine Supremes? "
Wind and clouds surged, thunder and lightning intersected, and blood mist filled the air. If Wang Chengfeng still couldn't guess who it was, then he didn't need to mingle around anymore!
A cold snicker was heard as a gray silhouette appeared in the sky in a flash, speaking faintly, "The Ma-i Sect has disobeyed the ancestral teachings and came down the mountain to participate in the dynasty's power struggle. They're digging their own graves! Your sect's Ancestral Master can't deal with you personally, so I'll do it on his behalf to preserve his reputation! "
He then howled, "That's right, I am Yutang's Nine Supremes, Supreme Cloud of the Nine Supremes. The clouds shroud the world, judge thy end!"
Amidst the long roar, a snow-white saber light flashed. He smiled coldly and said, "Originally, I could have killed all of you in secret. However, I was afraid that you would die in confusion, which would make me feel nothing. Therefore, I revealed myself and played with you. I will let you all go to the underworld with no regrets and die in peace."
The Nine Supremes of Yutang!
It was the Nine Supremes' Supreme Cloud who had reappeared in the world, carrying out his killing spree.
Wang Changfeng and Ge Zuheng's expressions changed drastically once more.
At this moment, they felt that the pressure they were enduring was three times greater than before.
Back then, the ancestral teachings forbade them from participating in the dynasty's power struggle. However, when they learned that Dongxuan was the destined ruler and was about to unify Tianxuan, they were finally convinced and had sent their elite experts down the mountain to assist.
Their intention was to conquer Yutang in one fell swoop and build a national sect in Dongxuan. They could then obtain the power of national fortune and lay the foundation of the sect that would never be uprooted.
In spite of this, who would have thought that the so-called destined ruler, Dongxuan, who had the upper hand, would be defeated?
The members of their sect had just joined the army and fought their first battle.
Dongxuan had been defeated!
Until now, there were still some senior officials of Dongxuan who held a sour opinion – if it wasn't for a certain cursed sect, we might have won …
Such words were infuriating!
In spite of this, the Ma-i Sect could not refute them. Firstly, it was the truth, and secondly, it was meaningless to refute them.
Even Dongxuan's emperor, who had initially treated the Ma-i Sect like a distinguished guest, was obviously indifferent towards them. He no longer hated them. If they did not leave, Dongxuan might send someone to wipe out the Ma-i Sect.
What made the Ma-i Sect completely give up was the impatient words of Dongxuan's emperor, "Who was the one who suggested asking for the Ma-i Sect's help back then? What's in your head? Ma-i Sect, Ma-i Sect, wear hemp every day … What kind of person would wear hemp? Only those who die in their family would wear hemp! How dare you invite such an unlucky sect to help … Are you afraid that my army won't be defeated quickly enough? "
Ge Zuheng could still remember how he almost spat blood when he heard the words.
How could someone speak like that? We've gone against our ancestral teachings for Dongxuan and so many of our people have died, yet there's not even a word of comfort.
Remember what someone had said back then, "I've waited for all of you to come like seedlings waiting for rain, like winter waiting for warm clothes. Are you complaining that we're disheartened now?"
Coincidentally, the dragonhide treasure map incident had broken out in Yutang. After some discussion, they had decided to send their elites over. It would be best if they could get their hands on the map and retreat to the forest to lay low. If they could not, they would retreat to the mountains and live in seclusion.
Who would have thought that they would be stopped by Supreme Cloud of Yutang's Nine Supremes just as they arrived outside Tiantang City after traveling thousands of miles?
He had even started a killing spree. It was as if the entire sect was going to be annihilated!
"Lord Supreme Cloud!"
Wang Changfeng's golden hook glowed as he turned into a golden whirlwind, intercepting the dense saber light that was like a downpour. He called out, "We're a reclusive sect. We've only been involved in the worldly conflict by chance. Now that we've parted ways with Dongxuan, we have nothing more to do with it. We've returned to the world. Once this is over, we'll return to the mountains immediately and never come out again! Lord Supreme Cloud, why must you push us too far? "
Yun Yang chuckled coldly. "Push us too far? Skilled cultivators rarely get involved in the wars of the continent's empires. This is Tianxuan Continent's iron law since the beginning of time. Once involved, the karma must be severed. Think of how many of Yutang's brave men have died in your hands during the Fortress of Resilience. Did anyone of us say that you've pushed us too far then? "
He hollered, "Since karma has been sown, karma shall be reaped! Since the Ma-i Sect has sown the seed of blood debt, they shall bear the retribution of annihilation. This is the cycle of fate, there's nothing to be said about it! Today, today, is the day of retribution. Everyone from the Ma-i Sect shall be killed without mercy! "
Amidst his holler, the saber light glowed even brighter as clusters of blades flew out. Yun Yang had turned into a cloud of wind that was tangible but intangible, charging into the crowd and killing without restraint. No matter how the Ma-i Sect's men defended and counterattacked, their golden hooks falling like a waterfall, they could only land on his shadow, unable to cause any actual harm to him.
It had only been a short while, but wherever Yun Yang passed, horses and men were thrown off their feet. Blood splattered everywhere. Wherever he went, people fell one by one.
The martial arts and mystical skills that they had painstakingly cultivated were useless against Yun Yang's bizarre cultivation method.
Wang Changfeng chased after the gray shadow with all his might, attacking and blocking with all his might in an attempt to turn the tide. However, all his attacks and obstructions were futile, just like the rest of the Ma-i Sect's men, as if they were hitting thin air.
For a moment, the men and horses were thrown off their feet.
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