If Old Mo hadn't been honing his Eight Gates Escape Armor, the Sea Race and Demon Race would have been wiped out long ago had he used such a Talent against them.

Junlin stared at the water-barrel-thick purple Thunderbolt, an inexplicable fear creeping into his heart.

Would getting hit by that mean certain death?

Scared, scared indeed.

Even the King of Spraying King Pen Duanchang, known for his sharp tongue, chose to keep his mouth shut at this moment. After all, there was no way to effectively criticize Old Mo here.

What if Old Mo got agitated, grabbed Wanwan, and chased after him? That would be disastrous.

Just thinking about it was terrifying.

"Da Lang, what's with that eager look of yours?" Half-Leaf's mouth twitched as he quickly grabbed Da Lang doesn't drink medicine and said, "Don't mess around; you could really die. If you fail the Sect Leader's task, you'll get a beating."

Hearing this, everyone else looked over.

Seeing Da Lang's eager and restless expression, everyone's mouths twitched. Could it be that Da Lang doesn't drink medicine has some special attribute?

Da Lang doesn't drink medicine scratched his head and chuckled naively, "I just want to see if my equipment can withstand a Thunderbolt."

HISS—

Brutal!

Truly worthy of being the top Tank among current players.

You know, Da Lang doesn't drink medicine was currently tanky to the extreme. He possessed Magic Resistance and Physical Damage Reduction. Coupled with the additional health cap boost from his equipment, this guy could probably exhaust someone to death just by standing there and letting them attack him.

The terror of a Handcrafted Equipment Lord!

Currently, he was the only player capable of crafting top-quality equipment and even the only lunatic who had leveled up Mining to ten.

He was the top Life Player after Dung Beetle.

Initially, Dung Beetle was a somewhat unconventional Life Player, but as time went on, he stopped being one.

Now, the top Life Player was Da Lang doesn't drink medicine!

"Hey, Da Lang, do you still have any equipment? Share some with us," Dung Beetle approached with a smile.

Da Lang doesn't drink medicine shook his head. "None left. The equipment I crafted when I arrived was all given to Little Boss, and I didn't bring more materials. I can only craft more after we return."

Dung Beetle, pressing his advantage, said, "Then craft when we get back, and be sure to remember me, alright? I can help you test out the equipment."

"Alright!"

Da Lang doesn't drink medicine nodded in agreement. "That's great. I'm actually afraid of pain, so you can wear the equipment then and test its effects."

Huh?

Afraid of pain?

Good heavens, is that why you maxed out your defense?

Dung Beetle and the others couldn't help but let their lips twitch.

Players could adjust their pain sensitivity, even turn it off completely, but what was the point of playing the game if you turned off your sense of pain?

While the group was chatting and laughing, Old Mo was almost finished.

The female Disciple he held was thrown towards the group from the Feixian Sect not far away, and in an instant, the purple lightning locked onto them.

BOOM—

A bolt of lightning descended, and the last batch of Disciples and Elders from the Feixian Sect perished.

The entire Feixian Sect was utterly destroyed by the Thunderbolt. The once sacred towers and pavilions were now reduced to rubble, with streaks of purple lightning still slithering across the ground.

The Feixian Sect, which had existed in the Central Domain for over a thousand years, was no more!

Old Mo flew over to the group and heaved a sigh of relief. "That was close; I almost got struck by lightning. I'd better use this Talent sparingly in the future."

Compared to his Talent, he still preferred using the Eight Gates Escape Armor.

Close-quarters combat is a true man's romance.

"Let's go. We should head back too."

Junlin smiled. "The Sect Leader is waiting. I wonder what this Spiritual Peach Banquet is all about."

...

Inside the Jade Flower Immortal Sect, everyone watched the now-subsiding Thunderbolt, their hearts guessing the final outcome.

The Feixian Sect must have been completely erased from the Central Domain.

The Human Race has suffered grievous losses!

Thinking this, everyone's gaze towards Xu Nian of the Profound Yellow Sect turned peculiar.

Earlier, they had all seen Profound Yellow Sect Disciples going to the Feixian Sect to kill. Not long after, the Feixian Sect was struck by lightning techniques, and the massive Sect vanished like smoke in the clouds.

No! There were still some people from the Feixian Sect here at the Jade Flower Immortal Sect. But what difference could they make now?

The people from the Profound Yellow Sect could even conjure up a Thunderbolt punishment.

Definitely not to be provoked.

The Great Confucian Scholar from Haoran Academy had the most visibly disturbed expression. He had never imagined things would turn out this way.

If that purple thunder had fallen upon our Haoran Academy...

The mere thought made him shiver uncontrollably.

Xu Nian, holding the Blood Demoness's hand, paid no further attention to the Great Confucian Scholar from Haoran Academy—just an Old Man muddled by his studies, not worth worrying about his fate.

"Hahaha, Sect Leader Xu, that move of yours truly astounded me," Meng Fenggu came forward, complaining with a hint of resentment. "With such capabilities, why didn't you use them sooner? If that Thunderbolt had fallen, the Sea Race and the Demon Race would have scattered in terror long ago. How could they have had their moment of ostentation?"

Hearing this, the faces of the Sea Race and Demon Race representatives darkened.

Oh, so you're just using us as an example, huh?

The King of Catfish from the Sea Race cursed loudly, "Meng Fenggu, don't be so smug! Without the Profound Yellow Sect helping you, your Southern Continent would have been obliterated by the Demon Race long ago!"

"Ah, right, right, right! And without the Demon Race helping you, Sect Leader Xu would have wiped out your Sea Race on the seas by now!" Meng Fenggu retorted, acting like a petulant old child.

Anyway, he already knew that with Luo Yuan joining the Profound Yellow Sect, the entire Great Dream Immortal Sect was now tied to the Profound Yellow Sect.

From now on, their Great Dream Immortal Sect would surely not lose out by following the Profound Yellow Sect.

"You...!" The King of Catfish was choked with anger, speechless. He never thought Meng Fenggu could become so shameless.

Was this the demeanor a Tribulation Realm expert should possess?

The Demon Race members remained silent, standing there with expressions that suggested they were unwilling to recall past events.

This infuriated the Sea Race members even more.

Meng Fenggu stood beside Xu Nian, scanned the crowd, and laughed heartily. "By the way, let me inform you all: our Great Dream Immortal Sect has formed an alliance with the Profound Yellow Sect. From now on, we are one family."

How could anyone not understand the implication of those words?

The Great Dream Immortal Sect and the Northern Wilderness had long been connected by a cross-continental Teleportation Array, and the two were closely linked.

Rumor had it that several female Disciples of the Great Dream Immortal Sect had become Daoist Companions to Disciples from the Profound Yellow Sect.

This wasn't just an alliance; it was clearly an act of fawning.

Xu Nian, however, said nothing.

From the moment Luo Yuan took his Heavenly Dao Oath, the Great Dream Immortal Sect was already in the same boat as the Profound Yellow Sect.

Of course, he was also pleased to have the Great Dream Immortal Sect ally with the Profound Yellow Sect.

Luo Yuan strode forward with an air of arrogance, positioning himself behind Xu Nian and the Blood Demoness, a smug smile on his face.

This moment was the peak of his life!

Thankfully, he had made that Heavenly Dao Oath early; otherwise, this opportunity might have fallen to someone else.

He knew there was someone named Lin Chen in the Northern Wilderness who often came to the Profound Yellow Sect for cultivation.

If it weren't for his early oath, this chance would have been Lin Chen's.

(Lin Chen: Damn it, stealing my opportunity?)

At this moment, Xu Nian also spoke, "Everyone, I know why you're eyeing the Blood Demoness—for her Flower Charm Body, right? But let me offer you a piece of advice: if you don't have the power, don't show your faces, lest your entire sect or clan gets wiped out."

He was very confident in his players.

Old Mo, by Opening the Eight Gates, could single-handedly fight Tribulation Realm experts. Using his Talent, he could sweep through a sect.

Dung Beetle's Biological Weapon, Stinky Tofu, was also a potent weapon.

Add to that the magic attacks from other players. These were the true reasons their Profound Yellow Sect could dominate the Northern Wilderness and also why the Sea Race was so unwilling to concede defeat!

Xu Nian wasn't relying on his personal power, but on this group of lovable Sand Carving Players.

"Rest assured, Sect Leader Xu. As long as the Spiritual Peach Banquet is ongoing, your lady's safety will be the full responsibility of our Jade Flower Immortal Sect!"

The voice of White Jade Fairy drifted over gently, and then the members of the Jade Flower Immortal Sect were seen approaching.

And beside White Jade Fairy stood an unexpected figure!

The Demon Emperor of the Demon Race!

At this moment, everyone finally understood. No wonder they hadn't seen the Demon Emperor among the other Demon Race members earlier, and White Jade Fairy had also been absent.

It seemed the two of them had matters to discuss...

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