Don't You Have Anything to Say

It didn't take long for the Heavenly Demon Sect to arrive near the Seven Stars Sword Sect.

The Left Envoy deftly installed the Thousand Weight Thunder Bell and activated it. His movements were so swift that it almost seemed suspicious.

The Right Envoy asked, "Are you sure this will work?"

"Of course. With this, victory is assured."

North End Demon Lord remarked, "The Demon Lord is truly confident. Then I shall do my utmost."

"Mm, just do your best."

West Extreme Demon Lord inquired, "When do we begin?"

"Prepare yourselves."

East Extreme Demon Lord stretched lazily. "It's been a while since I’ve properly moved my limbs. Let me put on a show this time."

Then, silence fell.

The Left Envoy turned to South End Demon Lord. "Aren’t you going to say anything?"

"Like what?"

"Last words, perhaps?"

"How about holding a wedding after this battle?"

"Why would I do that? Marriage is something far too distant for me." South End Demon Lord actually seemed lost in reminiscence.

The Left Envoy cut him off. "Begin the operation."

If you won’t speak, then you won’t get the chance.

For now, the Thousand Weight Thunder Bell was merely warming up, causing no noticeable disturbance. But the longer it ran, the more it would emit peculiar fluctuations.

To avoid detection, they had to strike first.

The Left Envoy led the Heavenly Demon Sect’s forces to descend upon the Seven Stars Sword Sect.

"Seven Stars Sword Sect, today, the Heavenly Demon Sect will annihilate you."

The declaration was brazen.

But then again, without arrogance, victory wouldn’t feel worth boasting about.

This time, there was no ambush—they arrived openly, right at their doorstep. Only this way could they fully display the Heavenly Demon Sect’s might.

This battle was fought for reputation alone.

Faced with the Heavenly Demon Sect’s assault, the Seven Stars Sword Sect didn’t hesitate either, swiftly gathering a large force to counter them.

The Sect Master strode forward, sword in hand. "Heavenly Demon Sect, we fear you not. If it’s a fight you want, then let it be so."

The Left Envoy smirked. "I feel the same."

Without further ado, he raised his hand.

A violent gale erupted as the Left Envoy’s figure multiplied—dozens of clones appearing in an instant.

Then, all the clones joined hands, weaving a spell.

Wind and Thunder Heaven’s Execution!

A colossal tornado descended from the sky, its spiraling tip driving straight toward the Seven Stars Sword Sect.

Within the whirlwind, crackling thunder intertwined with the raging winds.

The tornado grew larger and larger. If left unchecked, half of the Seven Stars Sword Sect would be obliterated.

The sect’s experts could no longer hold back. Several powerful figures immediately intervened, combining their strength to dismantle the tornado.

The Left Envoy retracted his clones, unfazed. With a chuckle, he said, "Consider that a greeting. The real show comes next."

Naturally, he was referring to the Thousand Weight Thunder Bell.

The Sect Master didn’t waste words. "Kill them. The Seven Stars Sword Sect is not to be trifled with."

The Left Envoy echoed, "Indeed. Go forth—slaughter them all."

There was no turning back now. The battle had reached a point of no return.

Yet, from the very start, the Seven Stars Sword Sect seemed prepared, unleashing a barrage of treasures and formations against the invaders.

The Heavenly Demon Sect suffered heavy losses before they could even properly engage.

Then, the Seven Stars Sword Sect’s disciples closed in, each brandishing their signature techniques—though most relied on the sword.

The battlefield descended into chaos.

The Demon Lords each had their own opponents to face. East Extreme Demon Lord struck a few times before vanishing without a trace.

The Right Envoy found himself confronting one of the Seven Stars Sword Sect’s Mahayana-stage elders—a guardian of the sect.

This alone proved how dire the situation had become.

The Seven Stars Sword Sect only had one Mahayana elder, and though his cultivation was high, his advanced age left his strength lacking. He was no match for the Right Envoy, though he wouldn’t fall immediately either.

Meanwhile, the Left Envoy was besieged by the Sect Master and another Void Refinement expert.

Yet, as a Mahayana cultivator himself, the Left Envoy felt no pressure at all.

This was inevitable—the Seven Stars Sword Sect simply didn’t have enough Mahayana experts.

Still, the two Void Refinement opponents weren’t pushovers. They wouldn’t be defeated instantly—or so they believed.

The Sect Master was half a step into Mahayana, though he had been stuck at this bottleneck for years. His strength was undeniable.

Truthfully, they didn’t expect to kill the Left Envoy. They only needed to buy time.

But the Left Envoy merely smiled. "Apologies, but I have no intention of dragging this out."

With a single explosive technique, he sent both of them flying, grievously wounded.

"What a pity. You’re no match for me."

Su Luo didn’t rely on the Left Envoy’s signature clone technique—he wasn’t particularly skilled at it.

Clones were too mentally taxing, and Su Luo disliked using them. His replicas were riddled with flaws, making it easy for others to see through his disguise.

Occasionally, he’d create a few explosive decoys—short-lived enough that their stiffness wouldn’t give him away.

With his two opponents defeated, no one in the Seven Stars Sword Sect could spare the effort to stop the Left Envoy.

The Sect Master hadn’t expected himself and the elder to lose so quickly.

Was the Left Envoy always this strong?

He struggled to rise, realizing it would take time to recover. Hurriedly, he swallowed a recovery pill.

The Left Envoy slowly ascended into the air, a dark barrier forming around him as demonic energy gathered from all directions.

A foreboding black sphere manifested in the sky, radiating danger.

"Hahaha! Try and stop me. Once this is complete, it’ll be your end!"

The Left Envoy’s laughter boomed across the battlefield.

Clearly, he was charging a devastating attack.

In truth, it was all for show. Su Luo was merely stalling—once the Emperor Heaven Sect arrived, they’d interrupt him.

For now, he’d rest midair.

The Sect Master watched the Left Envoy’s display with unease. Was Nangong Xiyun’s plan really going to work?

Nangong Xiyun hadn’t disclosed everything—especially not Su Luo’s impersonation of the Left Envoy.

Meanwhile, the Heavenly Demon Sect’s morale soared at the sight of their "Demon Lord’s" overwhelming power.

And then they were promptly crushed.

The Heavenly Demon Sect’s lower-tier cultivators—those at Nascent Soul and below—were no match for the Seven Stars Sword Sect. Too many had already perished in earlier battles.

Even the titled Heavenly Demons had suffered heavy casualties.

Now, the sect relied entirely on its high-level combatants. The rest were little more than cannon fodder.

......

Elsewhere, Little Yu stood guard beside the Thousand Weight Thunder Bell, awaiting her orders.

Then, an unexpected figure appeared.

Li Siyi.

"Found you," she said with a smile. It had been a while since she’d last seen Su Luo.

"I’m not Su Luo."

Little Yu’s voice made Li Siyi freeze.

"Little Yu?"

"That’s right." Little Yu saw no reason to deceive her.

"Ah? Then where’s Su Luo?"

Little Yu pointed at the dark sphere hovering in the sky.

"The Left Envoy?"

"Yep."

Li Siyi’s mind reeled. Wasn’t this supposed to follow the diary’s script?

If Su Luo was the Left Envoy, then where was the real one?

She pressed for answers, and Little Yu gave a brief explanation.

"Oh... I see. Alright then."