Not alone

These brave heroes of the martial world, usually so awe-inspiring, now seemed like children who had lost their backbone, absolutely unwilling to allow their beloved Vice Leader to sacrifice his life for them.

Wu Hai looked at the Disciples, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

He gently patted the shoulder of the Disciple next to him and said in a deep voice, "Everyone, the survival of the Ming Cult does not depend on one person. Even if I, Wu Hai, die, the spirit of the Ming Cult will live on forever. Remember, take the common people of the world as your responsibility, only then will you live up to the name of the Ming Cult."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Hai suddenly pushed everyone away and strode towards the Immortal Sect ranks.

The Ninth Elder couldn't help but show a look of surprise upon hearing Wu Hai's suggestion.

He frowned tightly, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes, and he wondered to himself what exactly Wu Hai was planning? Was he really willing to sacrifice himself for the Ming Cult?

After a moment of thought, the Ninth Elder spoke up and asked, "Why do you have to go to such lengths?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Hai's expression turned somber.

He lowered his head, a hint of remorse flashing in his eyes.

Recalling the crimes he committed when he was possessed by the Tiaotie, Wu Hai's heart felt like it was being twisted by a knife.

The immortal disciples who had died innocently, the Sects that had been destroyed, scene after scene flashed through his mind.

"Attacking the Immortal Sect before was my fault. I was possessed by the Tiaotie and committed unforgivable acts."

Wu Hai's voice was low and full of guilt: "Now that I am sober, I cannot let the Ming Cult members suffer because of my single mistake. I am willing to atone with my death, I only ask that you spare the Disciples of the Ming Cult."

As he spoke, a hint of determination flashed in Wu Hai's eyes.

He looked around, gazing at the Disciples who had followed him for many years.

Some looked terrified, some were in tears.

Wu Hai's heart ached, and he thought to himself, "I'm sorry. As the Vice Leader, I should have protected you, but I let you fall into such a dangerous situation."

However, Wu Hai's words not only failed to quell the anger of the Immortal Sect members, but instead caused an even greater commotion.

The immortal disciples shouted one after another, their eyes filled with hatred.

Especially the people from the Xianyun Sect, they had suffered heavy casualties, and seeing Wu Hai at this moment made them itch with hatred.

"Hmph! A mere lowly life, and you think it can buy the safety of the Ming Cult?"

An Xianyun Sect Disciple sneered, "My Xianyun Sect has suffered countless casualties, do you think one person can offset this blood debt?"

"Exactly! Kill the Ming Cult and avenge our Immortal Sect brothers!" another voice shouted.

For a time, the emotion of hatred spread like wildfire.

The immortal disciples were agitated, some had already revealed their magic artifacts, ready to strike.

The air was filled with a heavy killing intent.

Xiao Feng, standing among the crowd, watched this scene, feeling secretly anxious.

He quickly analyzed the situation, realizing that things had gone far beyond expectations.

"This isn't about dominating or not dominating at all?" Xiao Feng thought to himself, "This group of people from the Immortal Sect simply wants to exterminate the Ming Cult!"

Just at this moment, Wu Hai suddenly drew the long sword from his waist, making a move as if to commit suicide to atone.

Seeing this, Xiao Feng's pupils suddenly contracted.

"No! I absolutely cannot let my Foster Father die like this!"

He hardened his heart, his figure like lightning, and instantly rushed in front of Wu Hai.

With a crisp "clang", Xiao Feng struck away the long sword in Wu Hai's hand with a palm.

The blade traced a silver arc under the sunlight and landed heavily on the ground.

This sudden turn of events stunned everyone, and the scene fell silent.

Xiao Feng took a deep breath, slowly turned around, and faced the Immortal Sect members.

The determination revealed in his eyes made many people involuntarily take half a step back.

"Everyone, please listen to me!" Xiao Feng said in a clear voice, his voice loud and echoing across the silent square: "The Ming Cult will not actively attack other Immortal Sects in the future! But if any Immortal Sect dares to challenge us, come ahead, our Ming Cult will never back down!"

These words were powerful and resonant, like a heavy hammer, striking hard at everyone's heart.

"Xiao Feng, I'll ask you again, are you really planning to stand on the side of the Demon Sect?" the Ninth Elder asked in a steady voice.

Xiao Feng nodded.

"That's right!"

Upon hearing that Xiao Feng firmly stood with the Ming Cult, the Elders of the Hua Yun Sect were instantly enraged.

Their faces were all ashen, and fury surged from their eyes, as if they wanted to skin Xiao Feng alive and swallow him whole.

A white-bearded Elder of the Hua Yun Sect suddenly stood up, pointed at Xiao Feng, and sternly rebuked him, "Xiao Feng! You accepted the Immortal Power bestowed by our Sect Elders, and now you want to stand with the Demon Sect and act as an accomplice to evil, you are simply ungrateful!"

The Elder's voice was like thunder, making the eardrums of everyone in the hall buzz.

His eyes were wide open, and his whole body exuded a chilling Aura, wishing he could tear Xiao Feng into ten thousand pieces with his own hands.

Facing the Elder's fury, Xiao Feng, however, appeared calm and composed.

He stood tall with his chest out, his gaze firmly meeting theirs, and a faint, almost imperceptible smile even lingered at the corner of his mouth.

As a transmigrator, he had long been accustomed to great storms and waves, what was the anger of a mere Elder to him?

Xiao Feng responded in a loud voice, "The Immortal Power in my body was willingly given to me by the Elders, not forcibly taken by me. Since that is the case, how I use it is entirely up to me!"

His voice was like a great bell, echoing in the hall for a long time.

Just the Aura from his words was more than a hundred times stronger than in his previous life.

"I choose to stand with the Ming Cult to protect the justice I believe in."

Xiao Feng continued, "If the Hua Yun Sect really insists on attacking the Ming Cult, then don't blame me for being impolite!"

The Elders of the Hua Yun Sect were so angered by Xiao Feng's words that their faces turned ashen, and they were momentarily speechless.

Several short-tempered Elders could even no longer restrain themselves and were about to attack Xiao Feng to teach him a lesson.

Just at this tense moment, the Ninth Elder slightly frowned and raised his hand to stop the actions of the other Elders.

He spoke with a solemn expression, "Since the Immortal Power was given to you, how you use it is indeed up to you."

After a pause, the Ninth Elder looked directly at Xiao Feng and asked, "But I ask you again, are you really planning to obstruct us from attacking the Ming Cult?"

Everyone present held their breath, waiting for Xiao Feng's answer.

Xiao Feng responded without hesitation, decisively, "That's right! Wu Hai is my Foster Father, how can I just watch the Ming Cult be destroyed!"

When he spoke the words "Foster Father", Xiao Feng's voice clearly carried a hint of warmth.

"Even if I use all my strength, I will protect the Ming Cult!" Xiao Feng continued, "Elders, I advise you to give up the idea of attacking the Ming Cult. Otherwise, you will bear the consequences!"

Upon hearing Xiao Feng's reply, the Ninth Elder sighed deeply, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes.

He thought to himself that this kid really didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth, how dare he be so arrogant!

His face remained expressionless, and he said lightly, "Since that is the case, if you can withstand three moves from me today, we will leave this place. But if you cannot, you must no longer obstruct our Immortal Sect!"

As soon as the Ninth Elder finished speaking, a wave of whispering immediately rose.