100: Chess pieces? You think you're worthy to be chess pieces?

The sword formation's Killing Intent soared to the heavens!

Over a hundred inner Sect elites of the Myriad Dao Divine Sect, their minds in sync and Sword Intents linked, transformed into a terrifying torrent capable of tearing apart the Void Refining Initial Stage, sweeping toward the youth in white, Wen Chici.

This was their pride as Disciples of the Myriad Dao Divine Sect!

This was their determination to face strong enemies without fear of death!

However, facing this sword formation that was enough to make ordinary Void Refining Cultivators pale...

Wen Chici didn't even lift an eyelid.

He still waved that jade-boned folding fan, a gentle yet distant smile on his face, as if everything before him was merely a gentle breeze brushing the hills or the bright moon reflecting on the river.

His thin lips parted slightly, spitting out two words.

"Sword, halt."

The voice wasn't loud, yet it seemed to contain some ultimate truth of heaven and earth, turning into an invisible decree.

"Buzz—"

That hundred-man sword formation, which was originally full of momentum and sharp edges, seemed to have a pause button pressed at this instant.

All the Flying Swords suddenly stalled in mid-air.

All the Sword Intent vanished into thin air in an instant.

The hundred-plus Disciples only felt the long swords in their hands become as heavy as a thousand catties, and the surging spiritual power within their bodies seemed to be blocked by an invisible dam, no longer able to be activated in the slightest!

"Pfft!"

Dozens of Disciples with slightly weaker cultivation spat out blood on the spot, their faces turning deathly pale.

The sword formation collapsed without a fight!

"This... how is this possible!"

Lin Yi's pupils shrank abruptly. He could feel that it wasn't the opponent breaking the formation with brute force, but rather a higher-level power directly altering the "rules" of the "sword" in this space!

"Law-Following Speech!"

Wang Duojin's face was pale as he cried out in shock.

"No." Wen Chici shook his head and corrected, "This is just a trivial application of 'Principles'."

He looked at Zhao Wuyou, whose face was flushed red as he still struggled against that invisible suppressing force, a hint of playfulness appearing in his eyes.

"See, a Dragon should look like a Dragon."

"Rather than like an angry mutt that only knows how to bark and howl."

He flicked his finger.

"Disperse."

The suppressing force on Zhao Wuyou vanished instantly.

But instead of feeling relieved, he felt an even greater sense of humiliation!

From beginning to end, the opponent had never taken him seriously!

This wasn't a battle at all; this was being toyed with! It was a one-sided abuse, like a cat catching a mouse!

"You're looking for death!"

Zhao Wuyou was completely enraged. With the dragon emperor halberd in hand, he was about to rush forward recklessly.

"Come back!"

Ye Chenfeng grabbed his shoulder.

"Senior Brother?"

"We are not his match," Ye Chenfeng's voice was somewhat hoarse.

He stared intently at Wen Chici. For the first time, his flawless Sword Heart felt an emotion called "powerlessness."

The opponent was too strong.

So strong that he didn't even have the qualification to draw his sword.

Ye Wushang's figure slowly emerged from the shadows, his face equally unsightly. The Devilish Qi around him was suppressed to the point where it could hardly be released.

Wen Chici looked at their unwilling and helpless expressions, and the smile on his face grew even wider.

"It seems you've finally understood."

He folded his fan and lightly tapped his palm with the handle.

"Myriad Dao Divine Sect? Hehe, I've heard some rumors about you lately. Something about a 'Ten Thousand Dao Gang,' acting overbearingly and lawlessly."

"I thought it was some formidable dragon crossing the river."

"Seeing you today, you're just a bunch of frogs at the bottom of a well who don't even understand the rules."

Every word he spoke was like a resounding slap, fiercely striking the faces of all the Myriad Dao Divine Sect Disciples.

Wang Duojin trembled with rage, his teeth chattering.

"Don't be too arrogant! My Revered Master..."

"Your Revered Master?" Wen Chici chuckled, interrupting him.

"Rest assured, I won't kill you. After all, the elders have ordered that we must not form a death feud with a primitive Sect like yours."

He paused, a hint of pity in his eyes, as if looking at a group of pathetic bugs.

"However, today's events can be considered a reminder for you."

"The Central Continent is very large. This sky is much higher than you imagine."

"Staying in your place might let you live a few more years. If you're always so ignorant of the heights of heaven and depths of the earth, causing trouble... your Sect won't be far from destruction."

Having said that, he didn't look at the crowd again, turned around, and stepped forward.

With one step, his figure was already a hundred meters away.

With another step, he completely disappeared within this Secret Realm.

As if he had never appeared.

Only that light sentence, the mess on the ground, and the self-esteem of all the Myriad Dao Divine Sect Disciples, which had been stepped on and crushed to pieces, remained.

In the basin, there was a deathly silence.

The Cultivators from other forces around looked at the despondent members of the Myriad Dao Divine Sect with complex expressions.

There was sympathy, there was gloating, but more than that, there was deep wariness.

Even a force as strong as the Myriad Dao Divine Sect was so easily crushed by the Saint of the Tianyan Holy Land.

The waters of the Central Continent are truly unfathomable!

"Senior Brother..." Wang Duojin's voice carried a hint of trembling, "We..."

"Go home."

Ye Chenfeng spat out two words.

He no longer had the mood to explore further.

All opportunities and treasures seemed so ridiculous in the face of an absolute gap in strength.

He took out his disciple token and activated the teleportation.

A flash of light occurred, and the hundred-plus Disciples of the Myriad Dao Divine Sect vanished instantly... The news, like a bird with wings, spread rapidly throughout the Secret Realm and from there to the ears of various major forces in the Central Continent.

"Did you hear? That 'Ten Thousand Dao Gang' kicked a steel plate!"

"More than a steel plate! They were rubbed into the ground by the Saint of the Tianyan Holy Land!"

"It's said their hundred-man sword formation was broken by the guy with just one sentence! That blonde kid who can fight well was suppressed by a single finger, unable to move!"

"Tsk tsk, I thought they were so impressive, but they turned out to be just for show!"

"Ten Thousand Dao Gang? I think it's the Ten Thousand Dao Laughing Sect!"

The prestige they had just built up collapsed in a single day, becoming the laughingstock of the entire Central Continent cultivation world... By a riverside in an unknown small town in the Western Region of the Central Continent.

A youth wearing a bamboo hat was leisurely swinging a fishing rod.

There was no fishing line or hook on the rod.

[Ding! Detected a significant increase in the Host's Sect reputation! The 'Ten Thousand Dao Gang' is now famous far and wide!]

[Ding! Detected a devastating blow to the Host's Sect reputation! The name 'Ten Thousand Dao Laughing Sect' has spread throughout the Central Continent!]

[Ding! Sect reputation is being calculated... Reward... Cancelled.]

Chu Xuanjin was dozing off when he was woken up by a series of prompts in his mind.

He had a bewildered expression.

"What the hell? Gang? Laughingstock Sect?"

"System, are you infected with a virus? Do you want me to run a scan for you?"

Just as he was about to question the malfunctioning System.

The myriad dao token in his robes vibrated slightly.

It was a message from Ye Chenfeng.

"Revered Master, your Disciple is incompetent and has brought shame to the Sect's name. Please, Revered Master, descend to the Sect Master Hall to punish us."

Chu Xuanjin raised an eyebrow.

With a thought, his figure vanished from the riverside.

In the next instant, he appeared in the vast and majestic Sect Master Hall of the Myriad Dao Divine Sect.

Below the hall, a dense crowd was kneeling.

It was Ye Chenfeng and the others who had returned from the Secret Realm.

Everyone had their heads lowered, their expressions dejected, and the atmosphere was suppressed to the extreme.

"Disciple Ye Chenfeng pays respects to Revered Master!"

"Disciple Wang Duojin..."

"Disciple Zhao Wuji..."

"We have failed Revered Master's high expectations and are willing to accept any punishment!"

Chu Xuanjin looked at them, still maintaining his appearance of an unruffled expert.

Internally, however, he was ranting: "What's going on? Why do they all look like their fathers died? It's just getting beaten up, what's the big deal?"

Ye Chenfeng stepped forward and recounted everything that had happened in the Secret Realm, bit by bit, in detail.

Listening to it, Chu Xuanjin finally understood the cause and effect.

Tianyan Holy Land? Saint? Law-Following Speech?

Oh, so they were hit by a dimensionality reduction strike.

He was just about to speak, to say a few platitudes like "The path of cultivation is like this, victory and defeat are common for soldiers" to comfort these emotionally scarred Disciples.

Suddenly, the System popped up again.

[Ding! Main quest issued!]

[Quest Name: The Holy Land's "Guidance"!]

[Quest Description: Wen Chici, the Saint of the Tianyan Holy Land, publicly humiliated the Myriad Dao Divine Sect and views you all as pawns. If this can be endured, what can't! A true powerhouse never accepts "guidance" from others, but only "guides" others! Let the entire Central Continent see who the real chess player is!]

[Quest Objective: Cultivate Sect Disciples and destroy the Tianyan Holy Land!]

[Quest Reward: ??? (Mythical Grade)]

[Quest Failure Penalty: Host's cultivation drops to the Early Soul Transformation Stage.]

Chu Xuanjin: "..."

Looking at that glaring "Failure Penalty" on the quest panel, his eyes couldn't help but twitch.

Damn it!

I could have flattened that bullshit Holy Land with a single slap!

But you just had to give me a quest?

And it even comes with a failure penalty?

Chu Xuanjin took a deep breath, suppressing the thousands of curses galloping through his heart.

He looked at the eyes below the hall, filled with guilt and unwillingness.

He spoke slowly, his voice calm, yet it seemed to carry a terrifying power enough to make heaven and earth tremble.

"Rise."

"A mere Holy Land dares to 'guide' my Myriad Dao Divine Sect?"

"Is he even worthy?"

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Wen Chici: "My dear audience in front of the screen, do you think I did the right thing? Am I handsome?"

The End.