89: You dare touch someone I've set my sights on? You've come to a bad end.

Silence.

A deathly silence.

Li Daoxuan's words, "Who agrees, who opposes?" exploded above the Hehuan Sect square like an invisible clap of thunder.

Overbearing.

Unreasonable.

Full of the bandit logic: "What I fancy is mine."

Above the altar.

Disciple Hua Qingwu stared blankly at the man who had suddenly appeared and draped a white robe over her.

A faint scent of sunshine lingered on the large white robe, warm and pleasant.

It completely isolated her from the filthy, greedy gazes around her.

A sense of security.

An unprecedented sense of security instantly enveloped her heart, which had long been cold and despairing.

And below the altar.

The expressions on the faces of the Hehuan Sect Sect Master and the Blood River Old Ancestor, who had just lost an arm, shifted from shock to astonishment, and finally turned into overwhelming... rage!

"Where did this yellow-mouthed brat come from?!"

The Hehuan Sect Sect Master's face, which was originally quite beautiful, was now completely distorted by fury.

"How dare you act wildly on my Hehuan Sect's territory?!"

"And you dare to snatch the sacrifice we prepared for the Old Ancestor?"

"Who do you think you are? A Holy Land Holy Lord?!"

"Kill him!"

The Blood River Old Ancestor let out a beast-like roar. Flesh wriggled on his severed arm, visibly regrowing at a rapid speed.

"No matter who you are! Since you dared to ruin my plans today! I will surely extract your soul and refine your essence! I will make you beg for life but be unable to live, and beg for death but be unable to die!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Two terrifying Auras belonging to the Soul Transformation Stage erupted violently!

One from the left and one from the right, they crushed down toward Li Daoxuan on the altar!

However.

Facing these two terrifying powers capable of crushing mountains.

Li Daoxuan remained standing where he was, not even lifting an eyelid.

He even had the leisure to help Disciple Hua Qingwu, who was in his arms, tidy her slightly messy hair.

His calm and composed demeanor made it seem as though he didn't put those two Soul Transformation Mighty Ones in his eyes at all.

"Revered Master... why isn't he moving?"

From afar, Shi Tian looked a little anxious.

"Those are two Soul Transformation Stage Cultivators! One of them is an old Devil Head at the Peak of Soul Transformation! No matter how strong Revered Master is, he shouldn't be so overconfident, right?"

"Shut up."

Leng Yanran, standing nearby, gave him a cold glance.

"Watch closely."

"This is called... prestige."

Before her words fell.

The Disciples standing behind Li Daoxuan, who had been acting like background scenery, moved.

"Dare to disrespect our Revered Master?"

Xiao Chen was the first to step out, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

He slowly drew the plain-looking iron sword from his back.

"Seeking death!"

"Dare to steal the Disciple Revered Master has reserved?"

Ye Fan also stepped forward, clenching his fists, his bones crackling like popping beans.

Fierce Battle Intent burned in his pair of golden eyes.

"Revered Master said that these blind villains are just here to deliver experience to us!"

"Senior Brother, Senior Sister! Don't fight me for her! That old hag is mine!"

Su Mo was even more direct. He shook the ten thousand souls banner in his hand, and Devilish Qi surged, instantly pulling half the square into a Ghost Domain.

"Hehehe... It's been a long time since I tasted the soul of a Soul Transformation Stage Cultivator. I wonder what it tastes like..."

In an instant.

Sword Qi soared to the heavens!

Blood Qi was like a Dragon!

Devilish Qi filled the sky!

Five terrifying Auras, though not high in Realm, whose Aura was enough to make heaven and earth change color, shot up into the sky!

"Go!"

Xiao Chen gave the command.

"Boom!"

The five figures, like five fierce tigers released from a cage, charged directly toward the high-level combat forces of the Hehuan Sect with an unreasonable momentum!

"A bunch of brats who don't know life from death!"

The Hehuan Sect Sect Master saw this and laughed instead of getting angry.

"A few ants in the Golden Core and Foundation Establishment stages dare to attack this seat?"

"Die!"

She formed a hand seal, and a pink silk ribbon flew out of her sleeve, transforming into a hundred-zhang long venomous snake that opened its bloody maw, intending to swallow Ye Fan, who was charging at the front!

However.

"Want to compare numbers?"

Ye Fan grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth.

He stomped his foot heavily!

"Call for backup!"

"Buzz—!"

The myriad things mother qi cauldron expanded rapidly in the wind, turning into the size of a small mountain, its mouth facing down as it slammed down with a crash!

Immediately after.

Figures—dense, countless figures—rushed out from the Cauldron!

They were... the 100,000 strong army of the Great Yan Dynasty who had been poisoned by Fat Aunt's ladle at the foot of the mountain and were subsequently captured to serve as laborers!

Although every single one of them was now bruised and swollen and wearing uniform prison robes, their iron-blooded Evil Qi remained!

"Soldiers! The time has come to atone for your crimes through meritorious service!"

The Great General Who Guards the North (now the Chief Doghouse Designer of the Hidden God Sect) raised a large saber he'd grabbed from somewhere and shouted with raised arms.

"Charge with me! Flatten the Hehuan Sect!"

"Roar—!!!"

The 100,000-strong army, like a flood breaking a dam, charged forward with shouts and yells.

The scene was as spectacular as could be.

The Hehuan Sect Sect Master was utterly dumbfounded.

She looked at the dense mass of prison-robed soldiers, resembling a plague of locusts, and felt her brain short-circuiting.

This... where did this come from?

Are you kidding me?!

Your Magic Treasure can hide an entire army?!

On the other side.

The Blood River Old Ancestor looked at the chubby boy, Shi Tian, charging over while carrying a hoe, and a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes.

"A mere Golden Core Stage Cultivator dares to challenge this old man?"

"Get lost!"

He struck out with a palm, and a blood-colored palm print blotted out the sky and the sun!

However.

Shi Tian did not dodge or evade, directly summoning his 'rice bowl'—the swallowing heaven demon jar!

The black magic jar spun around.

"Absorb!"

The blood-colored palm print, powerful enough to shatter mountains, didn't even manage to make a splash before it was directly sucked into the jar.

"Burp—"

A satisfied burp seemed to emanate from inside the jar.

Blood River Old Ancestor: "???"

What the heck?!

My Blood River Great Hand Seal... was eaten by a pot?!

Just as he was momentarily stunned.

"Woof!"

A powerful dog bark sounded behind him.

The Blood River Old Ancestor subconsciously turned his head.

He saw a filthy Mutt, Da Huang, who had appeared behind him at some unknown time.

The dog's mouth was stretched open at an extremely exaggerated angle.

Inside its mouth were not ordinary teeth.

But a bottomless... black hole.

"No—!!!"

The Blood River Old Ancestor only managed to let out one desperate scream.

The next second.

Both the man and his Nascent Soul were swallowed in one gulp by Da Huang.

"Burp—"

Da Huang burped, exhaled a wisp of black smoke, and an extremely human-like expression of distaste appeared on his dog face.

"Woof. (The meat of this old thing is tough and chewy, and gets stuck in my teeth.)"

...A battle?

No.

This was not a battle at all.

This was a complete... annihilation.

When 100,000 'labor camp' troops faced the Hehuan Sect, which only had a few thousand female Disciples.

When five young Devil Kings, wielding Imperial Armaments and possessing unique skills, faced the high-level management of a 'high-end club' that only had two Soul Transformation Stage Mighty Ones.

The outcome was inevitable.

Screams and pleas for mercy resonated everywhere.

Half an hour later.

The battle ended.

The entire Myriad Flower Valley was a mess.

The Hehuan Sect declared its dissolution.

In the physical sense of the word.

Above the altar.

Li Daoxuan had not moved a single inch from beginning to end.

He merely watched the farce below quietly.

Then.

He turned around and looked at the girl, Disciple Hua Qingwu, who had been petrified the whole time.

He reached out and removed the last Restriction placed on her.

"There."

"It's alright now."

His voice was gentle, as if possessing a certain magic.

Disciple Hua Qingwu stared blankly at the man before her, who seemed like a Heavenly God descending to the mortal world.

She looked into his eyes, deep as the starry sky.

She looked at the faint smile on his face.

Her heart, which had been frozen and dead, uncontrollably... violently thumped at this moment.

"W-what is your name?" Her voice carried a tremble she hadn't even noticed.

Li Daoxuan smiled.

"Li Daoxuan of the Hidden God Sect."

"From today onward, I am your Revered Master."