315: Chapter 315: Suppressing the Righteous Path

A moment later, five figures flew out from the depths of the Imperial Capital and landed on the city wall.

Leading them was Emperor Qian, wearing a golden dragon robe, a crown with hanging beads, and a majestic expression.

Behind him followed four white-haired Elders, all at the Fusion Stage Early, who were the honored guests of the Great Qian Dynasty.

"Xiao Ran, you go too far!"

Emperor Qian's voice was filled with rage.

Xiao Ran looked at him and smiled.

"Go too far? I have only come to borrow one thing."

"What thing?"

"Your throne."

Emperor Qian's face turned livid.

"Then there is only a battle to the death."

He gritted his teeth and struck a palm toward Xiao Ran.

The golden palm shadow blotted out the sky, carrying immense force.

Xiao Ran did not move.

The three Grand Elder Puppets behind him attacked simultaneously.

Three forces at the Peak Integration Stage slammed into Emperor Qian.

The palm shadow shattered, and Emperor Qian was forced back several steps, spitting blood.

His face turned pale, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Too weak." Xiao Ran shook his head.

The four honored guests rushed up, wanting to save Emperor Qian.

The three Grand Elder Puppets met them, slapping them away one by one.

The four honored guests fell to the ground, spitting blood, unable to crawl up.

Xiao Ran did not kill them.

He needed to leave them alive so Emperor Qian could go to the Supreme Dao Palace for reinforcements.

He needed the Righteous Path Alliance's forces to concentrate at the Supreme Dao Palace, then wipe them out in one go.

"Emperor Qian, I will give you a chance."

"Within three days, lead the Great Qian Dynasty to join the Demonic Path camp."

"Otherwise, not a single person in the entire Great Qian will survive."

Xiao Ran said indifferently.

Emperor Qian struggled to stand up, looking at Xiao Ran with eyes full of hatred.

"You will regret this."

"If this is your last word, then properly prepare for your funeral!"

Xiao Ran turned and walked toward the army.

Emperor Qian took his remaining forces and flew toward the Supreme Dao Palace.

His figure disappeared into the sky.

Xiao Ran watched his back, a smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Pass down the order: surround the Imperial Capital and do not let a single person escape. Wait until Emperor Qian brings reinforcements, then we will fight."

"Yes!" The generals answered in unison.

...

Supreme Dao Palace, Council Hall.

Emperor Qian, covered in blood, appeared as a projection in the center of the main hall.

His dragon robe was tattered, his crown tilted, and blood was still spilling from the corner of his mouth.

"Daoist Master Qingxu, are you fucking kidding me?"

"What happened to the Alliance? My Great Qian has been beaten like this, yet I haven't seen a single ally?"

Emperor Qian's voice was filled with rage.

He had long sent people to ask for help, but no one from the Righteous Path came to assist.

Consequently, he had to face Xiao Ran alone and was beaten into this state.

Daoist Master Qingxu sat on the main seat, his expression solemn.

He hurriedly stood up to appease Emperor Qian.

"Emperor Qian, do not be anxious."

"Just three days ago, all of us suffered varying degrees of attacks from the Demonic Path."

"I intended to send support, but I was blocked by an old devil at the Peak Integration Stage."

Daoist Master Qingxu felt bitter inside!

He didn't know where the Demonic Path got so many Yellow Spring Army soldiers at the Void Refinement Stage; they couldn't be killed, and one couldn't fight them forever.

There were also two old Devil Heads among their high-end combatants.

So he couldn't free himself either.

Emperor Qian gritted his teeth and cursed angrily.

"Then do you mean to abandon my Great Qian Dynasty?"

"Xiao Ran wants my throne, and in three days, he will slaughter the city."

There was a commotion in the main hall.

Shangguan Yunhe frowned, Sect Master Wuxin gripped his sword hilt, and representatives of other small factions looked at each other.

"Daoist Master Qingxu, we must send troops!" said Shangguan Yunhe.

"The Great Qian Dynasty is one of the four transcendent powers of the Righteous Path. If the Imperial Capital falls, the morale of the Righteous Path will be completely destroyed."

"I agree," said Sect Master Wuxin.

"The Disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect have already assembled and can depart at any time."

Daoist Master Qingxu was silent for a moment.

His gaze swept across the hall and landed on Emperor Qian.

"Emperor Qian, go down and treat your wounds first; we will discuss this."

Emperor Qian nodded helplessly, and the projection disappeared.

Daoist Master Qingxu returned to the main seat and looked at everyone.

"Everyone, what do you think?"

Shangguan Yunhe said, "Send troops, but we cannot move the entire army."

"Xiao Ran's main force is at the Imperial Capital, and the Heavenly Sword Sect and the Shangguan Family are also being attacked. We must split our forces."

Sect Master Wuxin frowned.

"Split our forces? Xiao Ran has four Puppets at the Peak Integration Stage. If we split our forces, we won't be able to stop him on any front."

"Then what do you suggest we do?" Shangguan Yunhe retorted.

Sect Master Wuxin was silent.

Daoist Master Qingxu thought for a moment.

"I suggest we concentrate our forces to save the Great Qian Dynasty first."

"As for the Heavenly Sword Sect and the Shangguan Family, let them hold on for now. Once we repel Xiao Ran, we will return to reinforce them."

"No!" Sect Master Wuxin refused flatly.

"Although my Heavenly Sword Sect's Sword Formation is strong, it cannot stop Blood Butcher of the Blood Fiend Sect. If my Heavenly Sword Sect is destroyed, the strength of the Righteous Path will be greatly reduced."

"Then what is your meaning?" Daoist Master Qingxu asked.

Sect Master Wuxin gritted his teeth.

"Split the forces. I will take the Disciples of the Sword Sect to reinforce the Heavenly Sword Sect, and you go to save the Great Qian Dynasty."

"Can you stop the Blood Fiend Sect alone?" Shangguan Yunhe asked.

Sect Master Wuxin was silent.

Daoist Master Qingxu sighed.

"How about this, I will send two Elders at the Body Integration Stage to go back with you. With the Heavenly Sword Sect's Sword Formation, you should be able to hold out for a while."

Sect Master Wuxin nodded.

"Many thanks, Daoist Master Qingxu."

"And what about the Shangguan Family?" Shangguan Yunhe asked.

Daoist Master Qingxu thought about it.

"Although Old Man Myriad Gu of the Myriad Gu Sect is troublesome, the Shangguan Family's defensive Formation is not weak. If you take the Family's Elders back, you should be able to hold your ground."

Shangguan Yunhe nodded.

"Then it is settled," Daoist Master Qingxu stood up.

"We will split into three routes. Sect Master Wuxin will take the Sword Sect Disciples and two Elders to reinforce the Heavenly Sword Sect; Clan Chief Shangguan will take the Family Elders to reinforce the Shangguan Family."

"I will take the Dao Palace Disciples and Emperor Qian to save the Great Qian Dynasty."

"Understood!" Everyone answered in unison.

After the meeting ended.

Daoist Master Qingxu stood in the center of the main hall, looking at the empty chairs, and sighed.

He had a bad premonition.

This man, Xiao Ran, would not do anything without meaning.

Why did he let Emperor Qian return? Why did he want the Righteous Path to split its forces? He did not know.

But he knew that Xiao Ran must be plotting something.

...

Meanwhile.

Supreme Dao Palace, on the city wall.

Su Qinghan stood at the edge of the city wall, looking at the distant sky.

The sun was setting, and twilight was closing in.

Her gaze fell into the distance, in the direction of the Demonic Path army.

Su Qinghan had already been recalled by the Sect when Xiao Ran and Li Changsheng first entered the ruins.

Therefore, she did not know what happened subsequently in the Far North Land.

She only knew that Xiao Ran had charged toward the Northern Territory with the momentum of thunder.

But Li Changsheng had had no news since then.

"Junior Sister, what are you worried about?"

"Tomorrow we will set off for the Great Qian Dynasty to resist the Demonic Path."

Ling Jianxin walked to her side.

At this time, he was already at the Void Refinement Stage.

He was truly the number one Genius of the Dao Sect.

In a short time, he had gone from the Spirit Severing Stage all the way to the Void Refinement Stage.

Su Qinghan did not look at him.

"I am wondering, where has Junior Brother Li gone?"

Ling Jianxin was silent for a moment.

"Junior Sister, Junior Brother Changsheng might have already fallen."

"After all, he entered the ruins with Xiao Ran, and now Xiao Ran has returned."

"Then Junior Brother Li..."

Su Qinghan shook her head and did not speak.

She looked into the distance, a sense of unease welling up in her heart.

She always felt that something big was about to happen.