All Disciples Reunite to Strike Down the Immortal King

A century to the cultivators of the Upper Realm was but a fleeting moment in their long years of cultivation.

After all, there were many Immortal Lord level cultivators who had lived for over ten thousand years, and some Immortal Emperors even had lifespans reaching the tens of millions.

Gu Changyuan stood to the side and listened to everything the three of them said. That Heavenly Guard seemed to have the intention of continuing.

He grew a bit impatient.

"Are you done with your nonsense?"

Gu Changyuan interrupted him.

"If you're done, then start serving your purpose as tools."

The Immortal Kings of the Imperial Court had high cultivation, immense strength, numerous methods, and were ruthless. Moreover, there would be no heartache if they died. They were simply the perfect sparring partners.

After waiting for so long, they were finally delivered to his doorstep.

Tools needed to play their role well.

As soon as Gu Changyuan spoke, the three Immortal Kings finally turned their gazes toward him.

It wasn't that they hadn't noticed Gu Changyuan earlier, but they felt his aura was incredibly ordinary. Furthermore, it was impossible for an existence capable of threatening the Imperial Court to exist in the Lower Realm. That insignificant bit of curiosity was quickly extinguished by the arrival of the Yunhuang Royal Family.

Looking closely now, they realized they actually couldn't see through this person's cultivation.

The Heavenly Guard's brows furrowed slightly, but quickly relaxed.

They merely felt the other party had just happened to master some cultivation-concealing technique and was deliberately making things look mysterious.

The expressions on the faces of the two Immortal Kings in dark red robes were much the same. They were surprised for a moment, then tossed it to the back of their minds as arrogance once again gained the upper hand.

The Imperial Court had been rampant for nearly a millennium without ever meeting a match. These Immortal Kings were also much more arrogant than before, looking down on everything. They didn't put the cultivators of the Lower Realm in their eyes at all, much less believe that there could be an existence in the Lower Realm capable of threatening them.

However, when they sensed that the aura radiating from Gu Changyuan was exactly the same as the immense force that had attacked them earlier...

A hint of anger instantly surfaced on the faces of the three. That Imperial Court Heavenly Guard spoke through gritted teeth, his tone full of killing intent:

"You were the one who sneak-attacked us just now, weren't you?

You ignorant ant of the Lower Realm..."

In their eyes, that attack just now might have merely been the other party using some petty trick to luckily strike them.

They didn't take the other party seriously at all.

Gu Changyuan couldn't be bothered to wait for him to finish.

He raised his right hand and spread his five fingers.

The surrounding space was instantly and thoroughly sealed off, leaving them no chance to escape.

Immediately after, with a gentle wave of his right hand, the remaining twenty-seven disciples were instantly teleported by him to the sky above Muyun City.

Thirty figures lined up in the sky above Muyun City. The auras of the peak Half-Immortal realm were released simultaneously, like thirty invisible pillars piercing straight from the ground to the heavens.

Previously, when those few Half-Immortals acted to destroy the Ning family, they only felt shock; now, with thirty Half-Immortals appearing at the same time, it was no longer something that could be described as just shock.

Looking back in the future, these thirty figures lined up in the sky above Muyun City on this night would probably become the most spectacular scene they had ever witnessed in their entire lives.

The three Imperial Court Immortal Kings looked at those thirty figures, their expressions shifting from shock to solemnity.

Although their cultivation was at the Immortal King level, in the Lower Realm, the Heavenly Dao would suppress their cultivation to the peak of the Half-Immortal realm.

Facing so many peak Half-Immortal cultivators, they naturally lacked confidence, and a trace of panic birthed in their hearts.

What they could rely on were various Immortal Realm secret techniques that the vast majority of Lower Realm cultivators could not grasp, as well as tens of thousands of years of Immortal Realm combat skills and practical experience.

Seeing such a grand lineup, the worry in the hearts of the Yunhuang Royal Family dissipated for the most part.

How was this still a battle? This was clearly a complete crushing!

But Gu Changyuan's next words left them completely stunned.

"Form groups of five, distribute yourselves.

Xiao Kong, Xiao Shi, and Xing'er, choose one of the six groups for yourselves and support your senior brothers and sisters."

Jun Mukong and Gu Xing'er were currently at the late stage of the Body Integration Realm. Jun Anshi was a step faster, having reached the peak of the Body Integration Realm.

Among thirty peak Half-Immortals, their cultivation was indeed not enough to be looked at.

However, supporting from the sidelines was still something they could do.

Hearing Gu Changyuan so blatantly assigning personnel and speaking right to their faces...

The faces of those three Imperial Court Immortal Kings were now filled with rage.

In the Imperial Court, although they were not the absolute top existences, they had never been looked down upon like this before.

"Insolent!"

The Heavenly Guard charged out first, his right hand forming a claw, with a cluster of dark golden spiritual energy condensing in his palm.

That spiritual energy formed a high-speed rotating sphere, emitting a sharp piercing sound through the air.

The two dark red-robed Immortal Kings behind him followed closely, one on the left and one on the right, each holding a longsword as they charged over.

The three attacked almost simultaneously. The air within the sealed space was torn apart by their spiritual energy, producing ear-piercing explosive sounds.

The thirty figures moved the instant they charged out.

They didn't swarm up all at once, but rather scattered methodically.

Ye Qingxue's group was the first to engage the enemy.

Ye Qingxue, Xu Mengyao, Bai Ling'er, Yue Lingxi, and Fang Yuwei, plus the assigned Gu Xing'er.

Bai Ling'er was the first to move.

She raised her right hand, and an ancient bronze mirror emerged from her palm, its surface oval-shaped.

The frame was carved with complex cloud patterns and spirit beast motifs. The mirror surface was bright enough to reflect a person, yet it did not reflect any images.

The moment the Illusory World Mirror appeared, with Bai Ling'er at the center, countless array patterns peeled off from the mirror's surface.

Those array patterns hovered in mid-air, layer upon layer, ring within ring.

Some focused on trapping, some on illusions, some on killing, and some on defense, overlapping and intertwining together.

Countless arrays instantly covered the entire battlefield.

The Heavenly Guard's charging momentum was forcibly slowed down within the thousand layers of array patterns laid out by Bai Ling'er.

It wasn't that he didn't want to charge, but every time he passed through a layer of array patterns, his speed would be weakened by a fraction.

Yue Lingxi quickly arrived by Bai Ling'er's side, her body surrounded by faint Lunar spiritual light, operating her Profound Heaven Lunar Soul Body at full capacity.

Her divine soul power quietly spread out, transforming into countless tiny soul threads that silently invaded toward the three Immortal Kings.

Fang Yuwei spread her hands, and an ancient zither slowly emerged from the void, resting horizontally in front of her.

Carved on the head of the zither were four small seal script characters—"Nine Heavens Ring Pendant".

Fang Yuwei's right hand gently plucked the strings.

"Zheng—" A clear and melodious zither note exploded within the sealed space.

Bai Ling'er, Yue Lingxi, and Fang Yuwei cooperated tacitly, staying toward the rear to take charge of support and interference.

The main combat, however, still relied on Ye Qingxue and Xu Mengyao.

Ye Qingxue loosely gripped her right hand, and a black longsword slowly emerged from the void.

Following the interference from Bai Ling'er and the other two girls, Ye Qingxue's longsword pointed directly at the Heavenly Guard leading the charge.

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