Impossible!
The Profound Pavilion's Divine Generals couldn't believe that the person there was the God of Wine. Among them, the God of Wine had the highest cultivation and was the closest to their Eldest Sister. After drinking, he was almost undefeatable.
The two Bai Family patriarchs who'd appeared earlier had given them a lot of pressure, but they didn't believe that the God of Wine would lose. He was an ever-victorious general. Whenever the Profound Pavilion went on a mission, he could solve any problem that the other Divine Generals found troublesome.
For example, a thousand years ago, an imperial lord demon had appeared on the Southwest Divine Mountain.
The three Divine Generals Xuan Ji had sent had all returned with heavy injuries, and the experts from the Southwest Divine Mountain had also returned wounded. Xuan Ji had ordered the God of Wine to go, and in less than three days, the imperial lord had been captured alive.
There were too many similar situations. In the Divine Generals' hearts, Xuan Ji was their Eldest Sister, and the God of Wine was their Eldest Brother. As long as he took action, the Divine Generals would feel safe.
How could he have lost?
This was definitely fake. Perhaps that person only resembled the God of Wine, not the God of Wine himself. But they had to confirm it.
"Get out of my way."
Among the Divine Generals, Old Third was the closest to the God of Wine. When he'd first entered the Profound Pavilion, he'd still been a brat, just like Old Fourth and Old Fifth.
He'd experienced the impetuousness of youth before. Back when he was still a sky supreme and trying to break through to the Diviner Realm, he'd suffered several setbacks. Everyone else who'd entered the Profound Pavilion had already broken through. Old Ninth, who'd been the most talented but had died on a mission, had become a ruler.
He'd been impatient and had almost gone astray.
The God of Wine had accompanied him day and night, chatting with him and imparting his insights without reservation. Later, he'd thought about worshipping the God of Wine, but the God of Wine had preferred to call him brother.
But from the moment he stepped into the Deva Realm, or perhaps from the moment he was at his lowest point, when the God of Wine, who had become a Sovereign, lowered himself to his knees and had a long talk with him, he had come to view the God of Wine as his benefactor and master!
He naturally didn't believe that the God of Wine would lose, but the person he suspected was lying in front of him.
How could he not be impatient?
"All of you, die!"
The bearded Old Third's eyes were bloodshot. In order to reach the God of Wine as soon as possible, he'd given up on defense and charged forward.
The depletion of his Divine Power and the exhaustion of his spirit caused his movements to gradually slow down, and wounds began to appear on his body.
But he didn't care. Ignoring the pain on his body, he punched the Bai Clan members in front of him.
A silver light flashed.
Pu.
His chest took a solid stab, and then a silver light flashed. Blood spurted out of his right hand, which was wearing a glove.
"Old Third!"
Ol 'Five watched helplessly as Ol' Three's hand was chopped off. Then, another palm struck the top of his head. He raised his piccolo and shouted wildly, but at this moment …
"Humph."
A muffled groan came from the tip of his nose. He lowered his head and saw a long sword piercing through his chest.
Blood dripped down his back as he slowly raised his head. The first thing he saw was the Bai Clan hegemon's cold, arrogant smile.
"Third … Bro …"
The jade flute in his hand slowly fell from his hand, and blood continuously flowed out of his mouth.
"Third brother, fifth brother."
Thirteenth Sister bit her lips. She reached into her bosom to take out the poison.
She'd used up all her poison.
She was a poison expert, a type of apothecary, but her own combat skills were lacking. Without poison, she was like a magus without mana.
"She's used up all her poison. Go!"
The Bai Clan members pressed forward. Of course, having suffered at Thirteen's hands before, they didn't actually charge in recklessly. Instead, they probed her, one step at a time. After confirming that she really didn't have any poison and wasn't a trap, the Bai Clan members didn't hesitate and charged forward.
"Cough."
A mouthful of blood splattered onto Thirteen's face. She looked up and saw Eighteen using his body to block their blades.
Several longswords stabbed into his body, and he was covered in blood.
"Eighteen …." Thirteen's eyes flashed as she sobbed.
At that moment, Pu Jingwan, who had rushed over to help, was struck in the back as well. She gritted her teeth and forced the surrounding Bai Clan members to retreat, then grabbed Thirteen's arm and headed towards the yao servants of the Yao-Sealing Pagoda. The yao servants, having received Xiao Yumei's orders, were slowly closing in on them.
"Haha, how pitiful."
A cold laugh appeared in the sky, and the Bai Clan patriarch slowly descended from the sky.
"It's rare to see someone so heavily injured like this." He shook his head and chuckled as he watched Pu Jingwan try to fight her way out of the encirclement.
"She's just struggling on the brink of death," said another patriarch.
Then, the Patriarch flicked his finger in the air. Thirteenth Sister's pupils constricted. She pushed Pu Jingwan away with all her might, but a finger-sized hole appeared in her shoulder.
"Are you alright?" Pu Jingwan asked in concern.
She knew that Thirteen had just saved her life. If she hadn't risked her life to push her away, that finger would have pierced her heart.
Thirteen shook her head, then looked at Third Bro, Fifth Bro, Eighteen, and the God of Wine.
She suddenly thought back to when they'd first set off. Back then, they'd been laughing and joking. With the God of Wine present, they didn't think their mission would be too dangerous.
The God of Wine had been defeated.
Even if she didn't want to believe it, when she saw the two patriarchs appear, she was certain that the person below them was the God of Wine.
Third Bro, Fifth Bro, and Eighteen had all been defeated.
She was the only one left. But look at the situation before her. There were less than a thousand yao servants left in the Yao-Sealing Pagoda. Although the Outsider rulers were still present, they wouldn't be able to hold out for long.
Meanwhile, the Bai Family clansmen continued to swarm towards them. There was no end in sight.
The outcome was already set in stone.
They ….
They were finished!
Big Sister was hurrying towards Spirit City. They probably wouldn't be able to wait until she arrived.
"You're in the way!"
The patriarch's eyes flashed, and he waved his hand at Pu Jingwan. At that moment, a wall of wind appeared in front of Pu Jingwan. Then, she saw Xiao Yumei tap lightly into the air, her expression fierce, her hands in front of her.
"Why are you here?" asked Pu Jingwan.
"How could I not be here?"
Xiao Yumei laughed. After blocking the patriarch's shockwave, she retracted her hand and stared intently at the patriarch.
"Then Ye …."
As soon as she said that, Pu Jingwan saw that Ye Zichen had already been handed over to the yao servants. The other yao servants gathered around them.
"Don't give up," said Xiao Yumei suddenly. "We haven't lost yet, and they haven't truly won. Right now, we should be on the brink of despair, but at least …. We're still alive, aren't we? "
Yes!
She admitted it!
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