“What’s going on?” the Right Envoy said with a grave expression.
The Earthly Fiend Sect had only just been rebuilt—was it about to be destroyed again?
“I don’t know, but we’re already surrounded.”
The entire room fell silent. Being surrounded was no small matter, and judging by the situation, the righteous factions had come prepared.
Escaping now would undoubtedly leave them severely weakened.
The Right Envoy spoke, “Everyone, it seems we have no choice but to fight to the death.”
The West Extreme Demon Lord said, “Fine. Let them know the Earthly Fiend Sect isn’t to be trifled with.”
Right Envoy: “...”
Deputy Sect Leader: “...”
The West Extreme Demon Lord’s words were overly arrogant. Though they didn’t know the exact situation outside, the Earthly Fiend Sect was in no position to face a united front of multiple sects.
“The Earthly Fiend Sect isn’t to be trifled with”? What a joke—even the Right Envoy wouldn’t dare say such a thing.
But surrendering without a fight wasn’t an option either, especially since surrender would mean certain death. Their only choice was to fight desperately.
...
Outside the Earthly Fiend Sect, Lin Xuan charged forward, leading the charge, taking down enemies with a single punch each.
The Earthly Fiend Sect, barely halfway through its reconstruction, was once again being torn apart.
As Lin Xuan surveyed the rebuilding efforts, he couldn’t help but marvel. “Su Luo really did turn the Earthly Fiend Sect upside down all by himself. Well, I can’t let him outdo me.”
Lin Xuan unleashed his full strength. A single explosive punch shattered multiple buildings and claimed numerous lives.
The forces of the allied righteous sects also pressed the attack, determined to wipe the Earthly Fiend Sect from existence.
Li Siyi took command, orchestrating the battlefield with precision—directing key assaults, coordinating cover, and arranging reinforcements as needed.
Meanwhile, Su Luo idled by her side, watching the spectacle unfold. With nothing else to do, he might as well enjoy the show.
The united front of righteous factions was formidable, but crushing the Earthly Fiend Sect wouldn’t be easy.
After all, not every sect had committed their full strength—only a portion of their forces had been mobilized.
The Earthly Fiend Sect, as the second strongest demonic sect, still had considerable power and resources.
During the reconstruction, the Right Envoy had spared no expense, setting up numerous defensive formations and treasures to prevent another catastrophe.
For the moment, the Earthly Fiend Sect wasn’t so easily dealt with.
But none of this could stop Lin Xuan.
He swiftly broke through the enemy lines, uninterested in the small fry. His real targets were the Earthly Fiend Sect’s elite.
Suddenly, a surge of overwhelming energy shot toward him like lightning.
Lin Xuan’s heart skipped a beat. He slammed to a halt, leaping into the air just in time to evade the attack.
Where he had stood moments before, a massive crater now gaped, dust billowing from the impact. The sheer force of the strike was terrifying—had it landed, even Lin Xuan wouldn’t have walked away unscathed.
But instead of fear, a smirk curled his lips.
“Finally, a real challenge.”
Lin Xuan looked up, meeting the gaze of the Earthly Fiend Sect’s strongest warriors without hesitation.
And there they were—the sect’s four most powerful figures, standing before him.
The Right Envoy took the lead, flanked by the Deputy Sect Leader, the Old Ancestor of the Earthly Fiend Sect, and the West Extreme Demon Lord.
“Are we really so underestimated?” the Right Envoy sneered. “They only sent you?”
He scanned the battlefield. The righteous forces were weaker than expected—he had assumed the sects would come in full force.
“Don’t forget about us.”
Three Great Ascension cultivators stepped forward. Their targets had always been the Right Envoy and his peers—the lesser fighters weren’t worth their attention.
Yet the Right Envoy only laughed, unshaken.
“Hmph. What difference does it make? A bunch of old relics.”
The situation wasn’t as dire as it seemed. There was still hope.
Though these three were also at the Great Ascension realm, they were far from the strongest.
Even Nangong Xiyun, who had only recently reached Great Ascension, could handle them.
The gap was that wide. The Right Envoy wasn’t wrong—these were the weakest of the Great Ascension cultivators.
Facing just these three, the Right Envoy believed they still had a fighting chance.
The three elders showed no anger. To them, the Right Envoy’s arrogance was mere bravado—soon, he’d regret his words.
“Three of us are more than enough to deal with you,” one said coldly.
The Right Envoy scoffed. “What a joke.”
He refused to be belittled. After all, he was once the Right Envoy of the Heavenly Demon Sect.
Without hesitation, he struck first.
“Chain!”
An invisible tether linked two of the Great Ascension cultivators, binding them together.
They struggled to break free, but for now, it held.
The Right Envoy closed the distance, forcing the two into combat.
Even outnumbered, he held his ground effortlessly.
The two elders frowned. The Right Envoy was stronger than they remembered.
Their last encounter had been years ago—clearly, he had grown since then.
Meanwhile, the Old Ancestor of the Earthly Fiend Sect engaged the third Great Ascension elder.
The two were evenly matched—both aging warriors past their prime, yet their clash still shook the earth.
The Deputy Sect Leader commanded the 36 Earthly Fiends and 72 Ghost Fiends against Lin Xuan and the others.
The remaining sect members fought freely.
The West Extreme Demon Lord lurked in the shadows, striking with lethal precision before vanishing again.
When strong opponents pursued him, he fled, refusing direct confrontation.
But his retreats were deceptive—he always found an opening to strike again.
Underhanded? Perhaps. But no one could stop him.
For a moment, the Earthly Fiend Sect seemed to be gaining the upper hand.
Lin Xuan’s brow furrowed, but he quickly redoubled his efforts, fighting with reckless abandon.
He sought out the strongest opponents, swiftly cutting down one Hollow Void cultivator and three Nascent Soul cultivators.
His efficiency was terrifying.
The Deputy Sect Leader noticed immediately, intercepting him before he could wreak more havoc.
“I heard you obtained an immortal’s legacy. Let me test its worth.”
A blade of death energy slashed toward Lin Xuan’s head.
Lin Xuan braced himself—but then, a chill ran down his spine.
A dagger aimed for the back of his skull.
He dodged the sneak attack, but the death blade was unavoidable.
Or so it seemed.
A shield of condensed spiritual energy materialized before him, blocking the lethal strike.
The impact still sent him flying, skidding several meters before he rolled to his feet.
The West Extreme Demon Lord emerged from the shadows—the one who had ambushed him.
“I still don’t understand,” he mused. “How did your strength grow so quickly?”
Lin Xuan smirked. “Hard work pays off.”
He wouldn’t underestimate these two.
But the West Extreme Demon Lord turned to the Deputy Sect Leader. “Leave him to me. You handle the others.”
The Deputy Sect Leader nodded. He trusted the West Extreme Demon Lord’s abilities.
His new target was clear: Li Siyi’s position.
The objective was clear—first, eliminate the one giving the commands.
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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?!
