The ten blood-red suns in the sky dazzled Feng Qiang and made him feel an indescribable discomfort.
He sighed and withdrew his gaze from the sky. Looking around, he could see several old disciples of the Duxu Peak sweeping the ground with brooms they had been using for a long time.
These people were a little older, and their hair was gray.
Everyone was unhurriedly sweeping the fallen leaves on the ground.
Although their hands holding the brooms were trembling slightly, everyone was doing their best to overcome the pressure in the air, striving to finish what they were supposed to do.
At this moment, Feng Qiang couldn't help but have a myriad of thoughts.
It seemed like the journey to the Duxu Peak was going to end today!
He thought back to the first time he followed Chu Chen to the Duxu Peak, and how disappointed he was when he saw this broken branch.
If not for Chu Chen's insistence on staying here, he would have already transferred to another Gufeng.
Along the way, the number of disciples on the Duxu Peak didn't increase by much, and the popularity of this branch was still as declining as before.
Unknowingly, this branch, which only had a few dozen disciples and had lost the inheritance of cultivation methods, had become the most eye-catching and unignorable branch in the Dark Devil Sect's 72 Gufeng Peaks!
Extorting from an Earth-Level Gufeng, tyrannizing an Earth-Level Gufeng Eldest Senior Brother, killing a Heaven-Level Gufeng Eldest Senior Brother, and killing the Son of the Heavenly Demon, the Son of the Netherworld …
In just a few short months, this branch, which had never had a sense of existence in the Dark Devil Sect, had done something that truly shocked the entire Devil Dao world, creating a new legend that couldn't be replicated!
No matter how glorious a legend was, it would eventually be destroyed.
Even if Feng Qiang didn't raise his head, he could still feel the suffocating pressure emanating from the ten destructive blood suns in the sky.
Feng Qiang sighed again.
The end of a legend!
Just like those extremely dazzling fireworks, although the light that erupted in an instant could almost illuminate the entire world, it was destined to disappear after the brilliance …
Today was the day that this legend was finally shattered.
Feng Qiang shook his head. He could not help but squint his eyes and look up at the sky.
Ten dazzling blood-red suns, representing the arrival of ten Peak Masters of Gufeng!
It could be said that the gathering of such a group of top demonic experts was enough to start a war between good and evil.
No matter how stunning and powerful Chu Chen was, he had no power to fight back in front of such a lineup of experts. This was a situation of certain death, and there was no possibility of a miracle happening …
But … but why do I feel like there's still a glimmer of hope for the Duxu Peak?
Feng Qiang took a deep breath. This feeling was very strange, even though he knew that it was impossible. There was no hope at all in the Duxu Peak.
However, there was always a small feeling in his heart. He felt that some miracle would really happen …
"Hehe, life and death are fated, riches and honor are up to the heavens. What's the point of thinking so much? No matter what, to be able to personally witness such a huge storm stirring up in the Duxu Peak, even if I die in this storm, my life will not be in vain. "
Feng Qiang laughed somewhat self-deprecatingly, then walked towards the reception hall.
Feng Qiang quickly walked up the stone steps one after another.
Along the way, he could see that most of the Duxu Peak disciples were still carrying out their duties, but their expressions were somewhat gloomy.
It seemed like they had completely given up on resisting, and were planning to live and die together with the Duxu Peak.
"Roar …"
Following a resonant dragon roar, the black demonic dragon shrouding the sky above the Duxu Peak once again became much fainter, almost becoming transparent.
At the same time, the aura of the ten suns in the sky became even stronger …
The blood-red storm was ready to erupt!
Feng Qiang climbed to the reception hall halfway up the mountain. He could see that there was already a group of disciples silently meditating and cultivating in the reception hall.
They each had their own magic tools or weapons by their side, and looked like they were ready for the final battle at any time.
They all knew that today was the last day of the Duxu Peak, and the only thing they could do was to fight to the death!
It was obvious that those who were cultivating all the time, intending to desperately raise their cultivation in the shortest amount of time, were mostly young and impetuous new disciples.
They were full of vigor, youthful vigor, and were willing to fight to the last drop of blood.
They had personally witnessed the Duxu Peak go from being at the bottom of the Gufeng Peak to its current glorious peak. To them, to be able to live and die together with the Duxu Peak was a great honor.
On the other hand, some of the older disciples were much calmer. They unhurriedly carried out the tasks at hand, as if they were old monks who had seen through the world of mortals. They tried their best to view everything that was happening in front of them with a very calm attitude.
Even though their hearts were still beating faster and faster!
Their attitudes had already shown that they were unafraid of death.
Seeing these familiar faces, Feng Qiang suddenly felt a surge of hot blood in his chest …
There was no need to think too much, just defend to the death with everyone and fight to the death!
After passing through the reception hall, Feng Qiang continued to advance towards the Book Pagoda in the mountain.
The Book Pagoda on the Duxu Peak could be considered a forbidden area of the peak. The totem patterns of the Golden-winged Great Roc had once been left on it, making it unbreakable.
However, after the Golden-winged Great Roc's brand was refined by Chu Chen, the interior of the Book Pagoda seemed to have lost some kind of essence, and was no longer as mighty as before.
At this moment, the interior of the Book Pagoda was completely empty. In the huge hall of the Book Pagoda, there was only a lone figure standing in front of the tall bookshelves in a daze.
"Senior Brother Han?"
A trace of surprise appeared in Feng Qiang's eyes. He hadn't expected that the only person left in the Book Pagoda would be his Third Senior Brother Han Ye.
He saw Han Ye silently looking at the bookshelves in front of him that emitted an ancient aura. His eyes had unknowingly started to turn red.
"Senior Brother Han, why are you crying?"
The corners of Feng Qiang's mouth twitched. To be honest, he admired this Third Senior Brother's profound knowledge, but he couldn't stand his melancholy.
"I'm crying. Our history, traces of our existence, and the glory we have are all about to disappear. These scrolls, these jade books, these cloth, these book armors … I don't know how many of these things will remain after the Duxu Peak is completely destroyed. "
Han Ye held a thick bronze book in his hands, his expression sorrowful and regretful.
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