“Li Junzhuo, you are the Taiyi Sect Supreme Sect Leader of Taiyi Sect. How can you bring your disciple to fight with me? Don't you feel ashamed?” Qiu Liming gritted his teeth and questioned.
“You should be the one feeling ashamed!”
A bolt of lightning struck towards Qiu Liming.
Qiu Liming frantically dodged the lightning and saw that Wen Xiangjie had arrived.
“Wu Ding Sect only has three Mahayana Realm powerhouses in total. Shouldn't you, as the Taiyi Sect Supreme Sect Leader of Wu Ding Sect, feel ashamed?” Wen Xiangjie said to Qiu Liming with disdain.
“Both of us are Taiyi Sect Supreme Sect Leaders, so why can my master cultivate so many Mahayana Realm powerhouses for the sect? You should reflect on yourself!”
Qiu Liming: ???
“Yes, yes, yes, my precious disciple is right!” Li Junzhuo was beaming with joy from the praise, and his attacks on Qiu Liming became even more vigorous.
With the addition of Wen Xiangjie and the others, even though Qiu Liming was a late Mahayana Realm powerhouse, he couldn't last much longer.
In the end, like his son, he died under Wen Xiangjie's purple-white Thunder Seal.
As Li Junzhuo said, he went to accompany his son.
“Taiyi Sect Supreme Sect Leader!!!”
The disciples of Wu Ding Sect cried out in pain.
That Mahayana Realm elder of Wu Ding Sect had fallen even earlier than Qiu Liming.
At this point, all three Mahayana Realm powerhouses of Wu Ding Sect had fallen!
Watching their sect's Taiyi Sect Supreme Sect Leader, Sect Leader, and elder all die at the hands of Taiyi Sect to protect them, the disciples of Wu Ding Sect fought desperately with the disciples of Taiyi Sect, tears streaming down their faces and filled with anger.
For a time, the entire Wu Ding Sect was filled with a tragic and heroic atmosphere.
Looking at the disciples of Wu Ding Sect below, who were fighting the disciples of Taiyi Sect, Water Cloud Sect, Luminous Glass Sect, and Inconstant Sect without regard for their lives, Wen Xiangjie couldn't help but sigh.
“I didn't realize that the disciples of Wu Ding Sect have such a strong sense of belonging to Wu Ding Sect.”
The elder of Water Cloud Sect thought Wen Xiangjie was softening, and after carefully choosing his words, he began to persuade her: “The disciples of Wu Ding Sect do indeed have a strong sense of belonging to Wu Ding Sect, but…”
“Exactly, that's why we must cut the weeds and eliminate the roots!” Wen Xiangjie said with certainty: “Not a single one can be missed! It would be troublesome if some 'Aotian' suddenly appeared in the future wanting to avenge Wu Ding Sect.”
Wen Xiangjie took a step forward, and a thunder lotus bloomed beneath her feet in the void. She formed a Thunder Seal with her left hand, pointing directly at the sky, and with her right hand, she drew across the ground with two fingers like a sword, letting out a clear shout.
“By Edict · Myriad Thunder Heavenly Prison!”
Billions of bolts of purple-gold lightning poured down like a heavenly river, instantly covering almost half of Wu Ding Sect. Dazzling lightning exploded, and within the thunderous waterfall, the disciples of Wu Ding Sect screamed as they turned to ashes.
The disciples of Taiyi Sect, Water Cloud Sect, Luminous Glass Sect, and Inconstant Sect had already put on the jade pendants issued by Taiyi Sect beforehand, and they remained unharmed in this lightning waterfall.
Watching Wen Xiangjie easily annihilate so many Wu Ding Sect disciples, the Water Cloud Sect elder slowly formed a question mark.
So, this was what Wen Zhenjun meant? He had overthought it.
Even the King of Hell would probably have to secretly stab Wen Zhenjun's portrait…
“Kill! Don't let a single one escape!” Lingjian Peak Lord shouted loudly again with spiritual power.
With ten Mahayana Realm combat powers holding the line, the disciples of Wu Ding Sect, who no longer had any Mahayana Realm combat power, were completely reduced to fish on a chopping block.
They couldn't win if they fought, and they couldn't escape if they tried. They could only go one by one to accompany their Sect Leader and Taiyi Sect Supreme Sect Leader.
“Go! Go!” A Wu Ding Sect disciple desperately pulled a teenager in his teens away.
“No! I'm not leaving! Master is dead, I want to avenge Master!” The teenager cried out, unwilling to leave.
He was Qiu Mengyang's last disciple.
Qiu Mengyang had many flaws, but one thing was that he was extremely good to those he considered his own.
For this young disciple named Jian Jiayin, Qiu Mengyang usually doted on him and cared for him greatly. He not only personally taught Jian Jiayin cultivation methods but also generously showered Jian Jiayin with various resources.
Because of this, Jian Jiayin was only 16 years old but was already in the early Golden Core stage.
Of course, he couldn't compare to a monstrous talent like Wen Xiangjie, but looking at the Cultivation World, someone like Jian Jiayin could already be considered a genius.
Therefore, Jian Jiayin had deep feelings for Qiu Mengyang. He was unwilling to leave with his senior brother and only wanted to stay and avenge his master.
“You're only in the early Golden Core stage, what will you use to avenge Master! Those who killed Master are Mahayana Realm powerhouses, even if you self-destruct, you won't be able to harm them in the slightest!” The senior brother roared angrily at Jian Jiayin.
“Where there's life, there's hope. You must cultivate well, and after cultivating to the Mahayana Realm in the future, then you can avenge Master and Wu Ding Sect!”
Jian Jiayin knew that his senior brother was right. He powerlessly put down the sword in his hand and followed his senior brother, tears streaming down his face.
The senior brother hid Jian Jiayin in an extremely secluded refuge within Wu Ding Sect.
“You just hide here and stay put, don't go out, understand? Wait until the people from Taiyi Sect have left, then you can leave.” The senior brother instructed Jian Jiayin.
“Senior brother, what about you? Aren't you hiding here with me?” Jian Jiayin asked in a panic.
“My talent isn't as good as yours, junior brother. No matter how much I cultivate, the Leaving Aperture Stage is my limit.” The senior brother finally patted Jian Jiayin's head: “Remember, hide here, and absolutely don't go out!”
After speaking, the senior brother hurried away, continuing to rush to the battlefield.
“Senior brother!” Jian Jiayin watched his senior brother leave with tears in his eyes.
At this moment, his hatred for Taiyi Sect and Wen Xiangjie reached its peak.
He swore that once his cultivation reached mastery, he would definitely destroy Taiyi Sect and avenge his master and Wu Ding Sect!
The once bustling and populous Wu Ding Sect had become completely silent two hours later.
There were corpses everywhere, and even more Wu Ding Sect disciples didn't even leave a single corpse behind.
The deathly silence of Wu Ding Sect did not affect the good mood of the Taiyi Sect disciples and the disciples of the other three sects.
They happily began to search for treasures within Wu Ding Sect.
Li Junzhuo had given the order: apart from the items in Wu Ding Sect's private treasure vault, all other items belonged to whoever found them.
In this battle, because there were many Mahayana Realm grand cultivators overseeing it, not a single disciple from Taiyi Sect's side died.
They didn't die, and they could even make a small fortune.
Not to mention the Taiyi Sect disciples, even the disciples of the other three sects hoped that more sects like Wu Ding Sect, who didn't know their place, would appear.
Wen Xiangjie stepped on a thunder lotus, unhurriedly searching Wu Ding Sect.
It was impossible for a sect like Wu Ding Sect not to have contingency plans.
Several times when taking on missions, the identity Wen Xiangjie took on was that of a young disciple who miraculously survived after their sect was annihilated.
No one knew better than her where it was easier to survive after a sect was destroyed.
She stepped on the thunder lotus, bringing Little Phoenix and Elf Queen, and arrived at a small mountain peak near Qiu Mengyang's cave mansion.