"Just let them into the mountain like this?"

Atop Bixiao Peak, Luo Yong took a swig of wine, watching from afar as the Frost Soul Knight advanced, observing the palanquin ascending the mountain.

He suddenly felt a bit of sorrow. Among the one hundred and eight peaks and thousands of disciples, they could only stand on the mountain watching the outside enemy.

"How ridiculous, how cowardly, how pathetic!"

He picked up the wine gourd he had only recently acquired, muttering indistinctly, "Damn it all..."

Then he staggered down the mountain.

Bixiao Peak was already deserted; he was the only one guarding it, so he descended alone.

Luo Yong didn't care much, perhaps his legs were left impaired after being broken by Xue Dulong, recently his legs were becoming less nimble, almost as if he were a cripple.

Fortunately, he still retained some martial skills, so even the mountain paths didn't seem difficult; unknowingly, he followed the small path to the entrance of the Broken Dragon Grand Canyon.

He took another swig of wine, took a few steps forward, and suddenly stopped.

Ahead, scattered people emerged from the mountain paths all around, approaching the Broken Dragon Grand Canyon in silence.

"Damn, a bunch of idiots!" Luo Yong gnashed his teeth, cursing venomously, yet somehow a smile crept onto his face.

He didn't recognize most of these people. When they met, they didn't exchange words; instead, they kept a considerable distance from each other very tacitly.

This kind of tacit understanding made Luo Yong feel desolate.

The enemy was too strong. If they got too close, they feared they would be wiped out casually by someone.

Then they wouldn't even have the right to speak.

Luo Yong also chose a spot outside the canyon and stood his ground. He even had the leisure to think, "This should be a good place, hmm, a good place to hide."

"The sun is just right, the vegetation is lush, and there are so many people here."

Thinking like this, he no longer felt that sense of loneliness.

After a while, fewer and fewer people came down from the mountain. Those who could come, those who were willing to come, were already there. Even if they waited longer, the others feared they wouldn't come down.

In fact, the number of people here wasn't much.

Only a scattered dozens.

Thousands of years of heritage, the peaks inside and outside, ultimately only so few remained.

Luo Yong thought, "Those who stayed on the mountain should no longer be considered disciples of Yuncang. Perhaps soon, they should become people of Youdu."

As he was idly daydreaming, the sound of hooves suddenly came from the front.

"The Young Sect Leader has ordered..."

The voice abruptly cut off with a sobbing and trembling tone, then suddenly stopped!

"Invite King Xiang into the Trapped Dragon Abyss..."

"If victorious in the battle..."

"Yuncang disciples will surrender completely..."

"If King Xiang..."

Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!

No one could utter that word, as if an invisible Celestial Saber hovered in the void, exterminating all who spoke of defeat.

"Defeat! Defeat! Defeat! Defeat! Defeat!"

More than twenty people spoke simultaneously, their voices thundering through the mountain forest and canyon.

"Please, Youdu, withdraw your troops." A disciple not far in front of Luo Yong shouted at the top of his lungs. They stood in positions both forward and behind, keeping a silent agreement to follow the order, so as not to die in vain.

"It's a pity, I still want to shout out that defeat word!" As he thought this, his head already flew up, "The Young Sect Leader should definitely win... shouldn't he?!"

"If not..." Luo Yong, almost without pause, shouted at the top of his voice not far behind him.

Surprisingly, this time he did not immediately drop dead.

Luo Yong couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, then realized suddenly and shouted with all his might: "Lu Chengfeng will surely ride the dragon and flee far away. Someday, the lives and deaths of the people under Youdu's rule will fall into my hands."

"King Xiang, who cultivates the path of life and death, would do well to think deeply."

"Lu Chengfeng, the Young Sect Leader of Yuncang, awaits King Xiang's grand arrival at the Trapped Dragon Abyss."

After shouting all the words in one breath, he stood there dazedly waiting to die, but the expected death did not come.

"So, have they all died already?"

Luo Yong then realized that outside this vast canyon, he was the only one left.

The warhorse advanced slowly, the Iron Halberd crossing the air.

A palanquin embroidered with phoenixes suddenly stopped beside him.

Luo Yong's body was pressed down by an invisible force, making him kneel, unable to speak. His eyes widened as his heart pounded like a drum, using every bit of strength he had.

But it was all in vain.

With a thud!

He embarrassingly knelt to the ground.

Almost simultaneously, those tall Vajra Slaves also knelt, carefully using both hands to stabilize the palanquin so it wouldn't touch the ground, ultimately stopping it still in mid-air.

At this moment, Luo Yong finally realized something.

He couldn't even tell what kind of mood he was in.

Anger? There didn't seem to be much.

His whole life, he was a small figure; he had knelt more than once, even to someone like Xue Dulong, let alone a big figure like King Xiang?

Fear? He thought he should be afraid, but it seemed to have been vented along with all his anger earlier, leaving his mind empty, strangely feeling a bit relieved.

Luo Yong suddenly had a thought, "If, if I could just take a look, to see what King Xiang looks like, it would be worth dying."

Thinking this way, the sedan chair ahead suddenly moved on its own without a breeze, lifting its curtain.

Then a boot stepped out.

Jade white, embroidered with golden patterns that interweave into clouds, just one glance instills a sense of nobility, solemnity, and... an aloof arrogance from on high!

This foot stepped onto Luo Yong's head, followed by the other foot.

The Lord of Youdu emerged from the sedan chair.

He stepped on Luo Yong's head and back to exit the sedan chair.

Luo Yong, for some reason, felt no fear or pressure from the shoe stepping on him; instead, he felt a bit baffled.

"Somewhat light, somewhat small, almost like... a woman's..."

This was also his last thought in this life.

Thud!

Luo Yong fell to the ground, yet there wasn't a trace of blood on his body.

The Lord of Youdu's toe touched the ground, with a white lotus blooming at its tip, unstirring dust. He disdainfully waved his hand, as if fearing that another glance at Luo Yong's corpse would soil his eyes.

The Frost Soul Knight reached out, swiftly taking away Luo Yong's body, and this time they didn't use the iron halberd.

The Lord of Youdu left a bloom of white lotus with each step, and between the blossoming and vanishing, he arrived outside the Broken Dragon Grand Canyon.

The Frost Soul Cavalry stood with iron halberds pointed skyward, battle armor lined up, parting a path for their master in the middle.

The Lord of Youdu, King Xiang, just stood there quietly at the entrance of the Broken Dragon Grand Canyon.

He wore a jade white robe, likewise embroidered with golden patterns, spotless like the boots on his feet.

Clean!

He was so clean!

This was the first thought of Withered Bamboo Elder, who from his position could look down and clearly see Xiang Yuan.

There was not a shred of majesty, domineering, murderous aura, or bloodiness about him; instead, he was clean to the extreme.

His aura was like a clear spring, gentle and pure, inducing a feeling of amiability and closeness.

If not seen with one's own eyes, no one could imagine that such a person could massacre a city, wipe out a clan, and leave corpses piling up.

"Xiang Yuan?!" Withered Bamboo murmured to himself, wondering what kind of creation could give rise to such a contradictory person.

His means were so brutal and bloody, yet he himself was so pure and flawless, even exuding a sense of warmth.

His features were rugged, his physique imposing, and if clad in battle armor, would surely be perceived as a fierce, fearless warrior.

Yet at this moment, standing there, he emitted no trace of ferocity.

The white lotus bloomed, treading the void.

The King of Xiang just walked like this, step by step, towards the cliff.

Yes, he didn't go to the Broken Dragon Grand Canyon, nor to the Trapped Dragon Abyss; he just walked up the cliff step by step.

Withered Bamboo Elder's heart sank sharply; he wouldn't think that King Xiang was doing something pointless.

Without a doubt, he had found him, found Zhu Yuxian.

Even though the two had concealed their aura extraordinarily well, it was all in vain.

"Why isn't he going to the Trapped Dragon Abyss, and directly found this place?"

While Withered Bamboo was pondering, he saw Five-Colored Sword Light soaring into the sky.

Cyan Cloud! Yellow Dragon! Profound Crane! Chixiao! White Rainbow!

From the five great Inner Peaks, sword light shot skyward.

Five beams of blue, yellow, black, red, and white light soared into the Nine Heavens, shattering the dark clouds in the sky, allowing the blinding sunlight to pour down.

Its imposing edge swept like ocean waves across the heavens and earth, permeating into every corner of the Yuncang Sword Sect.

In just a few breaths, even the 108 Outer Peaks began to tremble violently, with runes spreading across the cliffs, etched among ancient trees and waterfalls.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

The entire Yun Cang seemed to be completely severed, becoming an independent world, with Five-Colored Sword Light soaring, its boundless edge reigning supreme.

Even the disciples of the Yuncang Sword Sect were completely stunned at this moment.

Hundreds of years!

It had been hundreds of years since the Yuncang Sword Sect had fully activated the Great Five Elements Extinction Sword Array.

This sword array, which had existed for a thousand years, was like an ancient grindstone, absorbing essence qi from all directions, suffused with five-colored radiance, tapping into the 108 Outer Peaks, and harnessing the power of the heavens and earth to breed endless edge.

Above and below heaven and earth, five-colored radiance permeated, with sharpness pervading every inch, sending shivers down everyone's spine.

"Is our Yuncang Sword Array truly this powerful?"

"Oh my God, this is unbelievable! Is this within human capability?"

"This is a celestial miracle, a celestial miracle!"

"Indeed, our Yun Cang Founder was an immortal!"

Countless disciples and followers knelt down, weeping loudly, faces filled with excitement and joy.

However, Withered Bamboo's expression changed directly, looking incredulously toward Zhu Yuxian. With a grim expression, he transmitted his voice, "Why? Wasn't he supposed to be lured to the Trapped Dragon Abyss?"

Zhu Yuxian, meanwhile, had already descended from the ancient tree, slowly walking forward, her cool voice dispersing with the wind.

"Because from the moment I saw him, I understood..."

"The reason he's come to Yun Cang is to kill me!"

"Nothing else matters."

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