The Bingxuan Sect had arrived.
They too came with several hundred people, all of them experts at the Elder level.
The Bingxuan Sect was the most powerful sect in the surrounding region. Before the Cataclysm, it had even been enfeoffed by the Immortal Court. Although it had suffered heavy losses during the Cataclysm, the number of newly risen geniuses within the sect after the disaster was countless. In the short span of a hundred years, the Bingxuan Sect's development speed was unbelievably fast. Even the Nine-Hua Alliance dared not act rashly against the Bingxuan Sect.
Therefore,
although they were all Elders, the Bingxuan Sect's Elders, whether in cultivation or other aspects, were several tiers higher than the Spirit-Capital Sect's Elders. Moreover, the one leading them was the Great Elder of the Bingxuan Sect, True Being Yubing, who had shaken the ten directions with her might since the ancient era. They arrived just as Gu Qingfeng was dealing with the Spirit-Capital Sect members.
"Elder!
Save me...
Save me..." Upon seeing the Bingxuan Sect members, Wen Huayu and True Being Lianggong, paralyzed on the ground and lying in pools of blood, used the last ounce of their strength to shout.
True Being Yubing was an old woman, one with a grim, cold face. She was also a ruthless, merciless, and vicious old woman who had killed countless people, both before and after the Cataclysm. Everyone knew this old hag was extremely protective of her own. If anyone dared to bully the Bingxuan Sect, or even just speak ill of it, she would kill them.
The Bingxuan Sect had quite a few inhumane old hags. True Being Yubing might not be the most brutal or the coldest, but she was the one who had killed the most. She was also the master of True Being Ziyun.
When she saw the utterly wretched state of Wen Huayu and True Being Lianggong, True Being Yubing could hardly believe her eyes. She stood there, her face pale with rage, her entire body trembling.
"Where is my disciple!"
Not seeing True Being Ziyun, True Being Yubing asked in a low voice.
"Dead...
Dead!
True Being Ziyun is dead...
Killed by him...
Killed by him!"
"Great...
Great Elder, kill him!
Kill him!"
With their foundations destroyed, Wen Huayu and True Being Lianggong endured the pain throughout their bodies, propping themselves up with one hand while the other trembled as they pointed at the white-robed man standing amidst the ruins.
"You!
Ruthless!
Little!
Brat!"
True Being Yubing's face was ashen as she stared fixedly at the white-robed man, gnashing her teeth. Her vicious eyes were filled with killing intent, her voice squeezed out from between her teeth. Radiant light flickered around her, and surging spiritual power erupted violently. The pure power of her five-revolutions Golden Core erupted like a volcano, causing the surrounding spiritual energy to crackle and explode like firecrackers.
She gripped a walking cane, gripping it fiercely!
If it were anyone else, given her ruthless nature and fiery temper, she would have long since struck to obliterate them. But facing that white-robed man, she did not dare.
Nearly eight or nine hundred people in the entire Mountain Villa were kneeling here, all of them battered, bruised, disheveled, and in utter wretchedness, forcing her to be cautious. Most of them had their foundations destroyed and their cultivation crippled, including even Sect Head Guangqi of the Spirit-Capital Sect. How could she not be afraid?
How could she not be terrified?
Opposite her,
the white-robed man still stood amidst the ruins, his white robes fluttering slightly in the gentle breeze, his black hair dancing wildly in the air. He did not move, merely drinking wine, one cup after another, not even bothering to glance over.
When the Spirit-Capital Sect arrived, he was like this.
When the Bingxuan Sect arrived, he remained the same.
He poured a cup of wine, raised the Taixu Wine Cup, and drank it all in one go. His cold, stern face held an indifferent expression as he glanced at the Bingxuan Sect members, but it was just a glance.
Not far away, Liu Piaopiao also stood, her red robes swaying slightly in the wind, a few strands of crimson hair flying across her enchanting, cold face. She glanced at the Bingxuan Sect members, then at Gu Qingfeng.
Liu Piaopiao knew, and she could see.
Forget explanations, forget warnings—this time, Gu Qingfeng couldn't even be bothered to speak.
He just stood there, drinking wine.
If these people dared to make a move, he would kill.
Just then, another group arrived—a group of murderous individuals, not many, only a few dozen. Leading them was a middle-aged man wearing a cloak. Liu Piaopiao recognized him; he was the head of the Murong Clan from the Nine-Hua Alliance, Murong Zhan.
"Father!"
Similarly, Murong Tai and the others, paralyzed on the ground and lying in pools of blood, immediately screamed upon seeing Murong Zhan.
Murong Zhan and the several dozen Murong Clan members behind him instantly flashed forward. Seeing that not only were his son's foundation destroyed and cultivation crippled, but even all the bones in his body were broken, Murong Zhan's eyes instantly turned crimson. Surging spiritual power erupted, mixed with a dense bloody mist.
Just then, whoosh!
The entire Chixu Mountain Villa was suddenly enveloped in a layer of crimson radiance, like burning flames. The light condensed and manifested, forming a thousand layers of profundity and ten thousand layers of mystery, one after another, layer upon layer, each profound, each mysterious, accompanied by the roars of dragons and the trumpeting of elephants.
Roar—
This was a formation.
The guardian formation of Chixu Mountain Villa.
And almost everyone knew that the guardian formation of Chixu Mountain Villa was none other than the famous Great Hidden Dragon-Elephant Formation.
And only three people had the authority to activate the Great Hidden Dragon-Elephant Formation: one was Old Sen, and the other two were his disciples, the Great Manor Master Wu Xingyao and the Second Manor Master, Second Master Hai.
"How dare you harm my son, Wu Xingyao! Today, I will make sure you die without a burial place!"
An enraged roar came from somewhere.
Although no one saw the person, everyone knew the one who activated the formation must be the Great Manor Master Wu Xingyao. He had arrived at some point and immediately activated the Great Hidden Dragon-Elephant Formation guarding the Mountain Villa.
"Dad!"
Wu Han, lying in a pool of blood and already like a cripple, heard his father's voice and shouted madly, pointing at Gu Qingfeng and roaring, "Gu Qingfeng! My father is here! Your death is upon you! He will kill you! He will definitely kill you! Just wait for death!"
Gu Qingfeng did not move.
He still stood there, but he stopped drinking. He put away his wine gourd and cup, placed his hands behind his back, and gazed indifferently at the Great Hidden Dragon-Elephant Formation enveloping the Mountain Villa.
Roar—
The roars of dragons and trumpeting of elephants were deafening. The Great Hidden Dragon-Elephant Formation condensed and manifested wildly, like a blazing fire scorching the heavens, enveloping the entire Mountain Villa.
Seeing this scene,
the Bingxuan Sect members led by True Being Yubing all retreated with grave expressions.
The Murong Clan members led by Murong Zhan also flashed back in retreat.
Even Liu Piaopiao, standing amidst the ruins, retreated with an unnatural expression.
They all knew how terrifying the Great Hidden Dragon-Elephant Formation was, because the one who created this formation was none other than the legendary figure who shook the Immortal and Demonic worlds during the ancient era—Monarch Chixiao himself.
Although the one who laid down the Great Hidden Dragon-Elephant Formation was Old Sen, who likely couldn't unleash the formation's true power—not even one percent of it—the Great Hidden Dragon-Elephant Formation was, after all, created by the renowned Monarch Chixiao. The formation condensed and manifested the terrifying profundities of the Dragon-Elephant. Even if only one percent of its power was unleashed, it was enough to inspire fear.
[Translator's Note: The final paragraph is the author's personal note to readers and is not part of the story narrative.]