43: Chapter 43 Junior Grandmaster Uncle, save us!

"Crack..." A piercing sound of shattering came from above the firmament.

Following that was a roar like the heavens collapsing and the earth splitting!

"Boom!!!"

That seven-colored light barrier, which had protected the Taixuan Sect for several hours, reached the end of its radiance under the endless attacks.

The light barrier trembled violently, then shattered inch by inch, turning into a sky full of light rain that dissipated silently.

The Sect-Protecting Formation was broken!

The deathly silence lasted only for a fleeting moment.

"The formation is broken! Kill for this Seat! Leave no one alive!"

Li Tianxing's ferocious roar ignited the bloodthirsty desires of all the demonic cultivators.

"Kill!"

Tens of thousands of demonic cultivators, who had long been unable to restrain themselves, turned into a black torrent, carrying a bloody Evil Qi so foul it could make one vomit bile, and surged into the Holy Land of the Taixuan Sect from all directions.

"Hold the mountain gate! Form the array! Fight to the death, no retreat!"

Wang Tiemian's eyes were on the verge of splitting, his roar hoarse.

The surviving Elders and Disciples of the Taixuan Sect quickly formed small sword arrays based on formations they had practiced thousands of times, attempting a final resistance.

However, it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

In the face of an absolute chasm in numbers and strength, these sword arrays were as fragile as paper.

A "Seven Star Sword Array" formed by seven Inner Sect Disciples had just lit up when it was engulfed by a black tide of over a hundred demonic cultivators.

The sword light flickered only twice before being torn to shreds by countless Magic Treasures and blade beams.

Those seven young Disciples did not even have the chance to scream before they were turned into a sky full of gore.

"Puff!"

An Executive Elder, his spiritual power exhausted, after desperately killing three demonic cultivators of the same rank, was pierced through the heart from behind by a bone spear.

He lowered his head, looking in disbelief at the pale white spear tip protruding from his chest, the light in his eyes rapidly extinguishing.

"Master!"

Several Disciples let out heart-rending roars of grief, but in the next instant, they too were swallowed by more demonic shadows.

The entire Taixuan Sect turned into a blood-colored purgatory in an instant.

Sounds of killing, screams, the breaking of weapons, and the roaring of Spells intertwined into a dirge of the apocalypse.

Immortal palaces were burning, and ancient trees of a thousand years were toppling.

Severed limbs and broken arms could be seen everywhere.

The Disciples of the Taixuan Sect were fearless in the face of death, yet they still could not block the enemy's advance; their defensive lines were torn open, shattered, and forced back again and again.

High above the sky, the battle deciding the fate of the Sect had already been decided.

"Sect Master! Today is the day you die!"

Li Tianxing, Ghost Granny, and Elder Xuehe, the three great Nascent Soul Old Monsters, formed a triangular formation, trapping the Sect Master tightly.

Although the Sect Master was at the Middle Stage of the Nascent Soul, his cultivation slightly higher, he had long been struggling to defend against Li Tianxing's violent, storm-like attacks.

"Heavenly Demon Disintegration!"

Li Tianxing let out an explosive roar, his body expanding in size, pitch-black Devilish Qi gathering at his fist, and he threw a punch!

Where the fist passed, the air let out an unbearable groan.

The Sect Master hurriedly recalled his Lifebound Treasure, the "Qingxuan Pagoda," to protect himself.

"Clang—!"

The sound of metal clashing shook the heavens; the Qingxuan Pagoda was blasted away by the punch, its radiance dimming.

This was the opening!

Ghost Granny gave a sinister laugh, tapped her staff, and thousands of black threads emerged from the Void Realm, entangling the Sect Master.

"Puff! Puff!"

The Sect Master could not dodge in time; his shoulder and thigh were pierced by several black threads, bringing out large sprays of blood.

His aura faltered, and he could no longer fly; his figure swayed, and he fell from high in the sky.

"Sect Head!"

On the ground, countless Disciples saw this scene and let out cries of extreme despair.

That was the symbol of invincibility in their hearts, yet at this moment, he was like a bird with broken wings, falling to the ground in a pathetic state.

"Hahaha! The Sect Master is finished! The Taixuan Sect will perish today!"

Li Tianxing's wild laughter echoed in the sky, pronouncing the death sentence of the Taixuan Sect.

The situation was lost.

The surviving hundreds of Disciples were forced back step by step by the demonic cultivators, and finally, they were surrounded on the main peak's plaza.

This was their final position.

"Junior Martial Uncle Wang... what... what should we do?"

Wang Tiemian looked around, seeing the faces beside him—injured, young, and filled with fear and despair.

His heart was bleeding.

"Those who want to live, retreat to Changge Peak!"

Wang Tiemian used all his strength to let out a roar.

He did not know if there was hope there, but he knew it was the only place where hope might exist!

"Want to leave? Do you think you can leave!"

Several Golden Core demonic cultivators sneered, turning into streams of light and rushing up, wanting to completely crush this final resistance.

"Get the hell... away from me!!!"

A trace of desperate madness flashed in Wang Tiemian's eyes. He took one last look at those panicked Disciples, reversed his spiritual power, and poured it into his left arm!

"Explode!"

He actually self-detonated his entire arm!

"Boom!!!"

How terrifying was the power of a Golden Core Cultivator self-detonating an arm!

The violent energy shockwave instantly vaporized the dozens of demonic cultivators rushing in the front, and those few Golden Core demonic cultivators were also blasted back, their bones broken and tendons snapped.

A fleeting gap bought with an arm.

The surviving Disciples, crying and screaming, crawled and scrambled toward Changge Peak.

However, that road had long been completely blocked by the swarming demonic cultivators.

They had nowhere left to retreat.

Li Tianxing slowly descended from the sky, landing in the center of the plaza. He looked down at these surviving ants, a playful and cruel smile on his face.

"After today, the Taixuan Sect will no longer exist in the Eastern Wasteland!"

He raised his hand high, preparing to issue the final order of slaughter.

Despair.

Cold, suffocating, bone-chilling despair drowned the heart of every Taixuan Sect Disciple.

They looked at the ferocious demonic hordes around them, at the corpses of their fellow Disciples in pools of blood, at the dying Sect Head, and at Wang Tiemian, who had lost an arm and was breathing weakly...

Tears, mixed with blood, slid down their faces.

Could it be that the Sect, which had been passed down for ten thousand years, was really going to vanish into smoke at this moment?

In this dead silence of despair, it was unknown who first raised their head and cast their gaze toward the distant peak, shrouded in mist and clouds, which had remained tranquil from beginning to end.

Changge Peak.

That was the place where the Little Martial Ancestor cultivated in peace.

It was the legendary existence who could sever a mountain range with a single leaf.

That was their... last, and only, glimmer of hope!

"Little Martial Ancestor..."

A young Disciple, using his last bit of strength, felt his knees go weak and knelt on the ground.

He kowtowed heavily toward Changge Peak, letting out a heart-rending cry.

"I beg you... I beg you to save us!!!"

This cry was like a spark that ignited the prairie.

In an instant, all the surviving Disciples and all the Elders who still had a breath left knelt down in unison.

They knelt toward that direction, toward that legendary figure they had never truly seen, and offered their most humble and pious plea.

"We respectfully invite the Little Martial Ancestor to intervene!"

"We beg the Little Martial Ancestor to save our Taixuan Sect from this catastrophe!!!"

"Little Martial Ancestor!!!"

The cries and pleas converged into a wave of sound, shaking the heavens and the earth, filled with endless sorrow and blood and tears.

The Sect Master, who had fallen to the ground, also struggled to raise his head and look toward that direction; from his turbid old eyes flowed tears of blood and regret.

It was his own incompetence...

The Senior had already warned him, yet he... in the end, failed to protect this ten-thousand-year foundation...

At the summit of Changge Peak.

Su Changge listened to the cries that echoed through the heavens, watching the tragic scene of corpses covering the fields on the System screen, and sighed softly.

This atmosphere of despair had been built up enough.

If he didn't intervene now, this quiet place he had worked so hard to find would really be torn apart.

He put down the teacup in his hand and slowly stood up.

"Sigh, how truly... troublesome."