Long Yangjun was wrong about one thing.
It was not a battle that would break out at any moment, but it had already started and could not be stopped.
Right when Li Yao and Long Yangjun snuck into the bridge, the 'Three Saints of the Great Qian Dynasty' including Qi Zhongdao, Master Bitter Cicada, the leaders and elders of the six major sects, and the experts from Ghost Qin, the Heaven Battering Army, and the White Lotus Cult commanded by the 'three rapscallions' such as Han Baling, got rid of the 'dark forest' in advance and entered the warehouse of the Colossi through two different pathways.
Before they were back to themselves from the shock of the dozens of Cloud Qin Gold Statues, they had already discovered the enemy.
A gory battle immediately broke out.
The broken limbs, the debris of the magical equipment, and the mottled traces left after the explosions on the ground were all evidence of the soul-stirring battle.
Even Qi Zhongdao, Han Baling, and the other top-tier experts of both the righteous and evil sects did not survive.
Qi Zhongdao's left shoulder had caved in deeply. Clusters of weird black smoke slowly spread out from the bloody and broken bones, condensing into the hideous figures of snakes, insects, rats, and ants in midair. It was obvious that an extremely weird evil fire had invaded his body and was crazily eroding his flesh and blood.
Only thirteen of Master Bitter Cicada's eighteen pearls the size of fists were left. The other five pearls, however, had turned into gray rocks that looked like honeycombs. There was no sign of spiritual waves at all.
Ba Xiaoyu the Beggar's face had turned so green that juice seemed to be dripping out. Now and then, he would cramp crazily, and the greenness was invading his eyes nonstop. He must've been poisoned by some weird poison.
The Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators of the other six major sects were all wounded, too. Some were poisoned by colorful poisons, some were burned and corroded by the demonic fire, and some were riddled with holes so deep that their bones could be seen. They couldn't have looked more miserable.
The 'three rapscallions' were not much better, either.
Han Baling's chest from Ghost Qin had collapsed deeply, as if he had been hit by a rushing meteorite. His entire breastbone was broken.
There was also a long and narrow sword wound on his waist. Although the bleeding had stopped, half of his bearskin battle robe was stained with blood. It could be seen how serious the injury was.
Wan Mingzhu's injuries were even more severe. Even the word "fragmented" wasn't enough to describe her. Her head was completely caved in, and her skull was shattered into pieces. Her right arm was missing, and there was a transparent hole the size of a rice bowl between her chest and abdomen. One could see all the way from her front to her back.
She was a ghost cultivator, and this body was just a puppet, so her foundation was not damaged.
However, the ghastly light emitted from the shriveled eyeballs had also dimmed a lot. It was like a candle in the wind that was on the verge of collapse, as if it could not support this broken body at any time.
Qi Changsheng possessed the Drought Demon Indestructible Body. Logically speaking, he should not be afraid of any physical attacks.
However, he was coughing non-stop. Every time he coughed, it was as if he was going to cough out his heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys. Every pore of his body was emitting wisps of white mist, and his entire body seemed to be melting.
The three rapscallions were already in such a miserable state. Naturally, their trusted subordinates were even more miserable.
Many of them had broken bones, and their blood had almost run dry. They were only holding on with their admiration for their leader and their greed for the Cloud Qin Gold Statues.
Li Yao and Long Yangjun looked at each other and immediately understood what each other was thinking.
If the two of them had disagreed with each other just now, it was very likely that they would have ended up exactly like the people on the light beam.
Qi Zhongdao's side, Han Baling's side, had just been through a battle where both sides suffered heavy losses. Right now, they were all hiding behind the maintenance platforms and the Cloud Qin Gold Statues to catch their breath.
There was no telling how much the two parties had paid in order to get out of the battle. Looking at the miserable conditions of themselves and their subordinates, they were all speechless. Neither of them was willing to initiate another battle.
"Master Righteous One!"
Crouching behind the round shield on the arm of a Cloud Qin Gold Statue, with only half of his blood-stained head exposed, Han Baling bellowed, "Are you really going to be killed by yourself stubbornly against Cloud Qin? What good will it do you if both sides suffer heavy losses? In the end, the people of the six major sects behind you will still take advantage of you. Hehe. I just discovered that the few Yuanying from the Grand Mystery Sect, the Purple Pole Sword Sect, and the Thunderstorm Valley were not as serious as they appeared to be. They were just external wounds. Although they are shaking right now, I guarantee that they will immediately be back to life after you are killed."
His face gloomy, Qi Zhongdao did not say anything. He did not look at the Yuanying of the major sects behind him at all, who seemed rather panicked.
"Master Righteous One, Fellow Cultivator Qi …"
Waving his weapon, Han Baling continued shouting. "The Cultivation sects are the cancer of the world. Nobody can benefit from the existence of those sects. As the leader of the Cultivators of the Great Qian Dynasty, you must know that very well, don't you? Haven't you suffered enough from those ungrateful, treacherous, and heartless scoundrels? Why are you siding with them and going against me?"
"You have done everything you can for them, but have they ever considered you the real leader of the Cultivators of the Great Qian Dynasty? I've heard everything that happened in Roaring Tiger City. You can't be more frustrated as the leader of the Cultivators.
"Like you, I want to establish a new set of rules for the world, rules that are fair, honest, and effective. The Great Qian Dynasty, from the court to the world of Cultivators, is rotten to the core. It is destined that you cannot turn the tides on your own. Cloud Qin is the only one that can help you hold your head high and fulfill your rules."
Han Baling's magical equipment looked very weird. It was an enormous hammer with a long handle, but the head of the hammer had been forged into the shape of a fat bear's paw. When it was waved in midair, roars that sounded like the roars of ferocious beasts could be heard.
"Hehehehe. Han Baling, your words are truly more pleasing to the ear than piss."
Before Qi Zhongdao replied, Ba Xiaoyu, who had been hiding behind the heel of a Cloud Qin Gold Statue stealthily, shrieked in a weird tone. "Stop trying to sow discord here. Right. We are not on the same page here, but are you so close to us? Qi Changsheng, Wan Mingzhu, and even you, Han Baling? Which one of you is not pretending to be weak and pitiful? Which one of you is not exaggerating their wounds, hoping to preserve your strength so that you can take advantage of us later?"
"I suggest that you pay more attention to the two behind you. You are Han Baling, after all. You are more or less a man on the Dark Cloud Prairies, but Qi Changsheng and Wan Mingzhu are two rabid dogs. Be careful that they might bite you in the ass later."
"Ba Xiaoyu!"
Qi Changsheng gnashed his teeth. "The Heaven Battering Army has no grudge with you in the past or in the present. We are refugees, and you are a beggar. We are all poor. We should be united against a common enemy. Why are you and Master Bitter Cicada involved in this mess? What benefits have Emperor Phoenix and the six major sects promised you? If it is for the Cloud Qin Gold Statues, we can always share one with each of you after we take over the Divine Palace."
"Haha. Hahahaha!"
Holding his stomach, Ba Xiaoyu laughed so hard that his legs were kicking crazily. Tears were flowing out of his eyes. "Qi Changsheng, you surrendered to the court and the major sects seven times, and you raised the flag of rebellion seven times. You are a capricious, untrustworthy rabid dog. If your words can be trusted, pigs can fly on their swords."
"Amitabha."
Master Bitter Cicada held the prayer beads that had almost turned into stone. Despite his heavy wounds, he still said unhurriedly, "Fellow Cultivator Han, Fellow Cultivator Qi, and Fellow Cultivator Wan, it is true that Fellow Cultivator Ba and I are here for the Cloud Qin Gold Statues, but not for ourselves to get the Cloud Qin Gold Statues but because we do not want such a destructive piece of magical equipment to reappear in the world. If it falls into the hands of the ambitious, reckless guys, a storm of blood will inevitably be raised."
"A storm of blood?"
Shrieking laughter echoed from inside Wan Mingzhu's broken head. "You are either a fool or a villain, monk. If the Cloud Qin Gold Statues fall into the hands of the ambitious, reckless guys like us, the world will be devastated. Was there not a storm of blood in the world before the Cloud Qin Gold Statues were born?
"The thousands of civilians in the southeast watched the fertile farmland being used to grow the Jade Crystal Pellets, and we were going to starve to death while smelling the fragrance of the Jade Crystal Pellets. Wasn't that a storm of blood?
"When the febrile typhoon hit and the flood raged, the Cultivators all hid in their bases and fortresses and defended the gate with the defense rune arrays, while we were burned, drowned, starved, and rotted to death in the fire and water. Isn't it a tragedy for the Cultivators?" "You're right.
"The drought in the northwest has lasted for years. Countless fields have no harvest at all, but none of the Cultivation sects were willing to open their warehouses to provide food. They would rather feed the animals as mounts than provide any food for the disaster victims. When the disaster victims were driven to desperation and turned into an army of refugees, they slandered the refugees as the reincarnations of inhuman draughts and even committed the hideous crimes of cannibalism. Wasn't that a storm of blood? Hehe. Even if there were cannibalism, it would have been because of the Cultivators and because of you.
"You are such a stupid and bad monk. I don't believe that you can't see or hear so many terrible things happening right in front of your eyes. But what have you done other than pretentiously reciting scriptures and praying to the Buddha to appease the souls? Even if you appease a hundred souls a day, ten thousand souls will be born in other places. Those high and mighty Cultivators will still stay in their own headquarters and do whatever they want. What can you do? You are just deceiving yourself and others."
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