After hearing Qing Mu's old but powerful voice, every disciple of the Blood Cloth Pavilion became excited. After all, Nangong Zhe's reputation among the disciples of the Blood Cloth Pavilion was so high that no one could reach it. Perhaps there was a certain degree of estrangement between the Five Element Altars of the Blood Cloth Pavilion, but as long as Nangong Zhe gave any order, the disciples of the Blood Cloth Pavilion would wholeheartedly unite to carry out Nangong Zhe's order.
"Welcome, Chief!!!"
"Welcome, Chief!!!"
"Welcome, Chief!!!"
Under Qing Mu's lead, all the disciples of the Blood Cloth Pavilion standing in the square began to cheer.
The voices of nearly a thousand people, which were supported by internal strength, radiated in all directions like a tsunami. The disciples of the Blood Cloth Pavilion half-knelt toward Nangong Zhe's position on the high platform. Qing Mu and the other four Five Element Altars' Altar Masters also bowed toward Nangong Zhe's position.
Amidst the cheers, Nangong Zhe's figure finally appeared slowly.
Unlike usual, Nangong Zhe did not wear the loose black and red robe that he usually liked to wear. Instead, he wore the white robe that represented the Blood Cloth Pavilion. Nangong Zhe wore the white silk robe with fine veins and a large part of it was stained with blood.
Nangong Zhe was like a banished immortal who had fallen from the heavens into the mortal world. He did not have the slightest bit of mortal aura, as if he was incompatible with the world but had unexpectedly appeared in this world. Nangong Zhe held his black Calamity Sword and slowly floated down from the sky.
Nangong Zhe's body didn't emit any powerful aura at this moment. He was just like a feather that was being blown by the wind. A feather dyed in blood slowly fell from the sky.
Standing in front of his position, Nangong Zhe slowly shook the hem of his robe as if he was flicking off some dust on it. Then, he casually sat down. Nangong Zhe casually tossed his Heaven's Calamity Sword into the air and released a few strands of internal energy from his fingertips. The internal energy hit the hilt of the Heaven's Calamity Sword and adjusted its position in the air. When all of the internal energy hit the Heaven's Calamity Sword, the Heaven's Calamity Sword landed firmly on the sword rack on the short table beside the chair.
After doing all this, Nangong Zhe finally slowly raised his head and looked at the many disciples of the Blood Cloth Pavilion standing in the square.
"Get up …"
Nangong Zhe's voice was not loud. It even sounded like a whisper. When Nangong Zhe spoke, he did not use internal strength to support his voice. However, his voice was able to drown out the cheers of nearly a thousand people in the square.
Everyone could feel the vibrations in their vocal cords, and they were very sure that they were shouting with all their might. However, the strange thing was that the world returned to silence at this moment. Other than Nangong Zhe's murmurs, all other sounds seemed to have been erased.
The people gathered here were all cultivators of internal strength. Of course, they did not think that such a miraculous scene was a coincidence. The five Altar Lords of the Five Elements Altar, who were also standing on the high platform, naturally understood the reason for such a situation at this moment.
'Force' was a powerful force that an internal force cultivator would obtain when they succeeded in their cultivation. In the process of battle, once an internal force cultivator used the 'Force' they comprehended, they would be able to greatly increase their own strength. On the other hand, those who stood on the opposite side of the internal force cultivator would be greatly suppressed.
It could be said that 'Potential' was an important means that internal strength cultivators could use to resist the endless stream of strange ninjutsu.
However, 'Potential' was not the end. On the contrary, 'Potential' was a step to a more powerful stage.
When an internal strength cultivator who had 'Potential' understood his own heart and his cultivation reached a certain level, he would have a more powerful force – 'Domain'.
There was a saying that went like this: The land under the heavens was the king's land, and the land under the heavens was the king's vassal.
'Domain' was the ability to turn a certain area into a space that one could completely control. One would be able to make all things in this space obey. At this moment, Nangong Zhe was using the legendary 'Domain' that was above 'Potential'. Moreover, it covered an area of nearly 650 square meters.
At this moment, Nangong Zhe was showing his muscles, and he was using the most simple and direct method.
I am your leader, and I have the power to protect you.
Although we are about to face a very difficult battle, and we may face many dangers. Some of us may even be seriously injured or even lose our lives.
But you only need to know that your leader is strong.
He is strong enough to lead you to the final victory. All of your sacrifices will not be in vain. You will appear in front of the world as a victor!
The five Sanctum Leaders of the Five Elemental Sanctum who were standing closest to Nan Gongzhe could feel how powerful the Domain that Nan Gongzhe released was. They, who were proficient in tactics, naturally understood Nan Gongzhe's intention the best.
Mashiro, who was dressed in a white robe with golden patterns, was also looking at Nangong Zhe, who was sitting on the high platform with a face full of admiration. The gentle Nangong Zhe at home was the Nangong Zhe that Mashiro liked. However, the current Nangong Zhe, who was filled with an invincible aura and stood at the peak of everything, was more like the Nangong Zhe that he first met.
Nangong Zhe seemed to feel that it was about time. He immediately retracted the 'Domain' that he used to suppress the voices of others and show off his muscles. In fact, it was quite stressful for Nangong Zhe to use the 'Domain' on such a large scale. The fact that Nangong Zhe was able to maintain it for so long was the result of him trying his best.
After retracting the 'Domain', Nangong Zhe's hand, which had been resting on the chair, twitched slightly. However, in order to let the disciples of the Blood Garment Pavilion be confident in the upcoming battle, Nangong Zhe felt that no matter what price they had to pay, they should be filled with confidence.
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