“May I ask what Taiyi Sect’s plan is for attacking Wu Ding Sect?” a Water Cloud Sect elder asked.
“What plan is needed to deal with a mere Wu Ding Sect?” Li Junzhuo smiled proudly. “If a plan is absolutely necessary, then it’s to block all exits of Wu Ding Sect and not let a single person from Wu Ding Sect escape!”
“We understand,” the elders from Water Cloud Sect, Luminous Glass Sect, and Inconstant Sect quickly replied.
After the Mahayana Realm powerhouses briefly instructed their disciples, they flew towards Wu Ding Sect with them.
Lingjian Peak Lord used his spiritual power to make his voice resound throughout Wu Ding Sect.
“In fifteen minutes, my Taiyi Sect will launch an attack on Wu Ding Sect!”
Hearing Lingjian Peak Lord’s voice, the already anxious Wu Ding Sect disciples completely panicked.
Taiyi Sect! The people from Taiyi Sect have really come!
“The people from Taiyi Sect are here!”
“It’s over, our Wu Ding Sect is truly finished this time!”
“The senior brother guarding the gate said that a total of eight Mahayana Realm True Monarchs have come!”
“What??? Our Wu Ding Sect only has three Mahayana Realm True Monarchs in total!”
“How can we fight this? Let’s just wait for death!”
“If only I had known, I would have run earlier. Now it’s too late to run. The people from Taiyi Sect have completely surrounded our Wu Ding Sect. I personally saw a senior brother try to force his way out and he was killed with a single blow!”
Upon learning that a total of eight Mahayana Realm powerhouses had come from Taiyi Sect this time, the Wu Ding Sect disciples completely lost their desire to fight.
At the Mahayana Realm, it is no longer possible to overwhelm someone with a human wave tactic.
Because with any single spell from a Mahayana Realm Cultivator, even those in the Leaving Aperture Stage would die in droves.
Not to mention those in Qi Cultivation Stage and Foundation Establishment Stage; for a Mahayana Realm powerhouse to kill them is even simpler than killing an ant.
Upon hearing Lingjian Peak Lord’s voice transmission, Qiu Liming, Qiu Mengyang, and that Mahayana Realm elder immediately rushed to the sect entrance.
Seeing the eight Mahayana Realm powerhouses from Taiyi Sect, their hearts couldn’t stop sinking.
Taiyi Sect truly came with the intention of annihilating the entire Wu Ding Sect.
“Has this day finally arrived?” Qiu Liming said with a somewhat dazed expression.
He had thought that Wu Ding Sect might be destroyed someday, but he had never imagined that Wu Ding Sect would be destroyed while he was still alive.
Qiu Mengyang looked at Wen Xiangjie, his eyes filled with resentment, anger, and regret.
Li Junzhuo didn't bother to pay attention to the nonsense Qiu Liming spoke before his death.
She turned her head and said something to Wen Xiangjie. Both master and disciple chuckled, completely unconcerned about the impending battle.
This formed a stark contrast with the grave and strained expressions on the faces of Qiu Liming and Qiu Mengyang.
Qiu Mengyang felt a surge of anger rush to his head.
Was the life and death of his Wu Ding Sect so insignificant to Wen Xiangjie?
If that was the case, even if he were to die, he would bite off a piece of flesh from Wen Xiangjie before his death, to let Wen Xiangjie also experience the taste of pain!
As soon as the fifteen minutes were up, both sides tacitly engaged in battle.
Qiu Mengyang immediately sought out Wen Xiangjie, shouting, “Wen Xiangjie, do you dare to fight me alone?”
He stepped on roots, and behind him, a colossal wooden Dharma Idol soared into the sky, with thousands of vines hissing like emerald mad pythons, lunging towards Wen Xiangjie with terrifying momentum.
Wen Xiangjie looked speechless.
“Are you an idiot? If I can gang up on you and kill you, why would I fight you one-on-one?”
“Phoenix Feather, Lingling, Senior Brother, Senior Sister, charge!”
Wen Xiangjie used the Great Summoning Art, summoning Little Phoenix, Elf Queen, Spirit Beast Peak Lord, and Spirit Talisman Peak Lord.
There was one thing the disciples of Wu Ding Sect had underestimated.
Taiyi Sect didn't have eight Mahayana Realm powerhouses; they should have been ten.
Little Phoenix and Elf Queen’s cultivation had both risen to the early Mahayana Realm along with Wen Xiangjie. Their combat power was even stronger than that of ordinary early Mahayana Realm Cultivators.
In other words, under Wen Xiangjie’s Great Summoning Art, Qiu Mengyang was suddenly facing five Mahayana Realm powerhouses.
Qiu Mengyang roared with eyes splitting, “Wen Xiangjie, do you not even have the courage to fight me alone?”
“What are you mumbling about? It’s annoying. Little mouth, shut up.” Wen Xiangjie casually raised her right hand, her five fingers forming a loose grip, as if she had seized the thunderous authority from the nine heavens. A deep purple lightning ball, carrying astonishing momentum, shot towards Qiu Liming’s mouth.
At the same time, Little Phoenix, Elf Queen, Spirit Beast Peak Lord, and Spirit Talisman Peak Lord also launched attacks on Qiu Mengyang.
Under the simultaneous siege of five Mahayana Realm powerhouses, Qiu Mengyang frantically summoned spiritual wood to protect himself, not even having the strength to speak.
Within a few rounds, Qiu Mengyang was severely wounded and on his last breath.
It was difficult for him to even maintain the spiritual power to fly in mid-air. Qiu Mengyang could only watch helplessly as a thick purplish-white lightning pillar poured down directly onto him!
There was no scream, only the blinding flash of lightning passing through his body and the instantaneous stiffening of his form.
Subsequently, Qiu Mengyang, along with the roots he was standing on, turned into scattered charred dust.
Barely ten minutes into the battle, Qiu Mengyang, the current Sect Master of Wu Ding Sect, had fallen.
Of the three Mahayana Realm powerhouses of Wu Ding Sect, only two remained.
“Sect Master!!!” The Wu Ding Sect disciples who witnessed this scene with their own eyes shouted in disbelief.
Although they resented the Sect Master for bringing the disaster of sect destruction upon Wu Ding Sect, a person’s death is like a lamp extinguishing.
Seeing Qiu Mengyang die first at the hands of Taiyi Sect to protect them, the disciples of Wu Ding Sect couldn’t help but weep bitterly.
Hearing the shouts of the Wu Ding Sect disciples, Qiu Liming couldn’t help but glance in the direction where Qiu Mengyang had been.
He happened to see the scene of Qiu Mengyang turning into charred dust.
“No!!! My son!!!” Qiu Liming roared in agony.
No matter how angry he was at Qiu Mengyang, Qiu Mengyang was his only bloodline, nurtured by him from a young age into a Mahayana Realm powerhouse.
Now, his son had passed away before him, his father!
Qiu Mengyang knew that in the current Cultivation World, Wen Xiangjie was the only lightning spiritual root.
In other words, his son, Qiu Mengyang, had died at Wen Xiangjie’s hands!
“Wen! Xiang! Jie!”
Qiu Liming’s eyes were bloodshot, wanting to seek revenge on Wen Xiangjie, but he was immediately stopped by Li Junzhuo and Lingjian Peak Lord working together.
“Why are you shouting my Jie’er’s name?” Li Junzhuo stabbed Qiu Liming with his sword. Qiu Liming was terrified and couldn’t dodge in time, taking Li Junzhuo’s sword and spitting out a mouthful of blood.
“What, only your son has elders, but my Jie’er doesn’t?” Li Junzhuo said to Qiu Liming with disdain.
“If you truly love your son, don’t leave him all alone; quickly go join him!”