Seeing this scene, a cold smile finally appeared on Ao Bifang's cold face.
Under such a powerful lineup, not to mention just the few people from the Martial Hall, even if it was one of those human experts who had half a foot in the Martial Venerable realm, they would not be able to withstand it.
These people were doomed to die.
They would become sacrifices for the Xura Demon Lord and Fudao Demon Lord!
With a cold laugh, the red sun mark on Ao Bifang's own forehead also lit up, indicating that he did not intend to just stand by and would join the others in taking action.
"Prepare..."
Destructive energy brewed on the mark, ready to shoot out, while he waved his palm to order everyone to attack together.
Hearing Ao Bifang's order, the pupils of the Red Sun Clan's members contracted. They all held their breath.
At the same time, the attacks in their hands were already itching to go, ready to erupt at any moment, just waiting for Ao Bifang's final order to come down, and their attacks would explode out together.
But just as Ao Bifang was about to give the order, he suddenly sensed something unusual.
What was that?
Martial Venerables?
One, two, three, damn three?
And in addition to that, there was also a Martial Ancestor on par with me?
Ao Bifang suddenly opened his mouth wide, as if afraid he had sensed wrong, and even subconsciously wiped his eyes.
Finally, he confirmed that the few people sitting there eating were three Martial Venerables and one Martial Ancestor. Although he didn't know the cultivation level of the last one, just those four were enough to almost make his eyeballs pop out.
"Attack, attack..."
"Retreat!"
With his mouth trembling, he finally shouted out the words.
Hearing this order, the corners of the mouths of all the Red Sun Clan members curved up.
Finally gave the order?
Well then, since that's the case, let the little ants from the Martial Hall endure the baptism of death from my Red Sun Clan!
But in the next instant, they realized something was wrong.
One after another incredulous gazes were cast toward Ao Bifang.
"Retreat?"
The crowd almost thought they had misheard, but unbelievably saw that Ao Bifang had already begun retreating first.
While running away, he kept shouting, "What are you still doing standing there, retreat!"
This scene caused eyeballs to fall to the ground everywhere.
And this retreat order was simply torture for these Red Sun Clan members.
They had already taken their pants off, yet he was telling them they couldn't get on?
They had all gathered their strongest attacks, ready to erupt, but now being told to withdraw them caused them to collectively suffer backlash.
Spitting mouthfuls of blood one after another in the sky.
But because of Ao Bifang's order, they did not dare linger and endured the injuries from the backlash, hurriedly beginning to retreat.
The contrast before and after was simply indescribable.
However imposing their momentum had been when they arrived, their retreat was just as embarrassing!
Finally, after they had retreated outside Pingjiang City, the leader Ao Bifang's speed slowed down at last. Breathing heavily with his mouth, his face was full of the look of one who had narrowly escaped death.
"Lord Bifang, what exactly is going on here?"
Finally, someone asked Ao Bifang about the reason.
"That's right, Lord Bifang, didn't we agree to attack together, so why did you say to retreat at the critical moment?"
"Right, we all suffered backlash, please give everyone an explanation?"
Following the first person's question, the others also voiced their inquiries to Ao Bifang. Hampered by his status, although they did not dare turn hostile, there was more or less some reproach in their tone.
"Humph!"
"You think I didn't want to make a move?" Ao Bifang gave a cold snort, glared at everyone, and heavily said, "But do you know that the might of the Martial Hall's members has exceeded our imagination?"
Saying this, Ao Bifang took a deep breath, and resentfully said, "Of those five people, one's depth I couldn't discern, one was a Martial Ancestor on par with me, and the other, there were still three Martial Venerables!"
"What?"
Ao Bifang's words stunned everyone. They absolutely had not imagined the Martial Hall's members would be so powerful.
Not to mention three Martial Venerables, even one Martial Venerable was a chilling existence!
"If it wasn't for me sensing all this at the critical moment with my Red Sun Seal, I'm afraid today would have ended badly for us." Ao Bifang sighed, still filled with lingering fear as he said.
Hearing this, cold sweat also broke out on everyone present, with looks of retrospective fear on their faces.
And the gazes looking at Ao Bifang no longer held reproach, only gratitude, grateful that Ao Bifang had discovered the Martial Hall's situation in time.
Otherwise, if those three Martial Venerables had made a move, their Red Sun Clan might have gone extinct today.
"So what do we do now?"
At this time, someone asked Ao Bifang.
Ao Bifang's pupils contracted, his face full of frustration as he said, "For the Martial Hall, we can only keep our distance. However, didn't you say earlier that Ao Qing was not at the Martial Hall?"
Hearing this, the eyes of the crowd lit up at once.
"Do you mean...?"
"That's right, go around the Martial Hall and directly make a move on Ao Qing, capture him first before discussing anything else. I don't believe that even if it's for that useless Ao Qing, the people of the Martial Hall would still come looking for trouble."
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
