93: Chapter 93 The Situation Changes Dramatically

The figures of Patriarch Jiang Buzhou and the Black-robed Puppet turned simultaneously at the very moment they were about to collide.

They did not turn towards each other.

Instead, they turned simultaneously towards the Alliance's formation.

The two figures, one grey and one black, charged straight into the core phalanx of the Nine Sects Alliance with the force of a thunderbolt.

No one reacted in time.

Even the Sect Heads and Grand Elders at the Peak of the Great Grandmaster stage were momentarily stunned in that first instant.

Because this scene was too absurd.

It was so absurd that everyone's brain refused to accept it.

The Patriarch of the Martial Dao Sect—an Earthly Immortal—the spiritual pillar of the entire Alliance—was killing his own people?

At the same time, three Great Grandmaster Elders who had been lying in ambush within the Martial Dao Sect's formation suddenly erupted, launching a fatal strike from behind at their allies beside them.

Sect Leader Bai Wuchang of the Tiangang Sect was focused entirely on the center of the battlefield, completely unaware of what was behind him, when a long sword pierced through his back, the tip emerging from his chest and bringing with it a spray of blood.

"You..." Sect Leader Bai Wuchang looked down at the blade in his chest, his pupils constricting sharply, and when he spun his head around, he saw the expressionless face of the Third Elder of the Martial Dao Sect.

"My apologies, Sect Head Bai." The Third Elder pulled out his sword, blood splattering three feet away.

Sect Leader Bai Wuchang's body swayed, and before the disbelief in his eyes could fade, Patriarch Jiang Buzhou's palm had already struck the top of his head.

A full-force strike from an Earthly Immortal.

Sect Leader Bai Wuchang's head was like a smashed watermelon; he didn't even have time to scream before everything above his neck vanished.

Killed in one blow.

A Late Stage Great Grandmaster could not even withstand a single move in front of an Earthly Immortal.

Meanwhile, the Black-robed Puppet charged into the crowd on the other side.

Palace Master Yun Ji of the Biluo Palace reacted the fastest; she had already retreated the moment the Black-robed Puppet turned, but the two Biluo Palace Elders behind her did not have that speed.

The Black-robed Puppet's iron fist smashed into the first Elder's Protective Aura; the sound of the Protective Aura shattering was like glass being crushed, and the Elder's entire upper body twisted and deformed under the immense force, flying thirty zhang away and hitting the ground, no longer resembling a human.

The second Elder drew his sword to block, but the blade snapped in two the moment it touched the Black-robed Puppet's arm, and the broken sword, carrying residual force, plunged into the Elder's own abdomen.

Within three breaths, two Late Stage Great Grandmasters were dead or severely injured.

"They've rebelled! The Martial Dao Sect has rebelled!"

Sect Leader Zhao Tieyi of the Iron Sword Sect was the first to react, his furious roar echoing across the battlefield as he swung his six-foot broadsword, his Protective Aura like a rainbow, slashing towards the nearest Martial Dao Sect Elder.

But before his blade could fall, Patriarch Jiang Buzhou had already appeared before him.

A few specks of blood splattered on the old man's grey-white Daoist robe, his bare feet stepping on the shattered ground as he raised his hand and struck with a palm.

Sect Leader Zhao Tieyi was horrified, blocking horizontally with his broadsword, pouring all his Peak Great Grandmaster Protective Aura into it.

The blade snapped.

The Protective Aura shattered.

The web between Sect Leader Zhao Tieyi's thumb and forefinger burst open, and he flew backward like a leaf caught in a hurricane, plowing a twenty-zhang-long trench into the ground while spraying blood from his mouth.

He struggled to stand up, but most of the ribs in his chest were broken, his internal organs were displaced, and even breathing had become a form of torture.

On Fengming Plain, the sounds of killing shook the heavens.

Within just a few dozen breaths, a huge gap was torn open in the Alliance's core phalanx; two Great Grandmasters were killed on the spot, three Great Grandmasters were severely injured, and the entire command system fell into paralysis.

Chaos spread rapidly like a plague.

"What is happening! Why is the Martial Dao Sect attacking us?"

"Run! The Earthly Immortal is coming!"

"Traitors! The Martial Dao Sect are all traitors!"

The terrified screams of the Alliance soldiers rose and fell; the originally neat formation began to waver, and some soldiers in the back ranks were already turning to flee.

In front of the Black Tiger Gang's formation, you stood holding your sword, watching all of this quietly.

The wind blew again, stirring the loose hair at your temples.

Wei Feisen stood beside you, the curve of his mouth growing wider and more cruel, dark red Protective Aura surging around him like a beast that had finally waited for its prey to reveal a flaw.

He turned to look at you.

You nodded slightly.

Wei Feisen raised his right hand and pointed his index finger forward lightly.

"Kill."

It was only one word.

But this word was like a key that opened the gates of Hell.

The thirty thousand iron cavalry of the Black Tiger Gang moved simultaneously, the sound of hoofbeats like ten thousand thunders, the earth cracking under the violent tremors.

The front-row cavalry raised their short muskets and pulled the triggers while charging, dense lead bullets pouring down like a rainstorm onto the already chaotic Alliance formation.

The infantry phalanx followed closely behind, with musketeers firing in three alternating ranks, firelight and gunpowder smoke merging into one.

Fifty bronze cannons were pushed onto the front lines, their muzzles aimed at the most densely packed area of the Alliance, and with the order given, fifty tongues of fire erupted simultaneously, iron cannonballs hurtling into the crowd with the whistle of death.

The Alliance's formation collapsed rapidly under the dual crushing force of firearms and cavalry.

Those once-arrogant Sect Disciples, those martial heroes who claimed to be of the Righteous Path, were no different from ordinary people in the face of lead bullets and artillery fire.

Flesh and blood flew everywhere.

Corpses littered the field.

Fengming Plain had turned into a massive meat grinder.

In the Alliance ranks, the few remaining Sect Heads began calling out to Patriarch Jiang Buzhou while fighting desperately.

Palace Master Yun Ji of the Biluo Palace, while blocking the Black-robed Puppet's attacks, shouted sternly: "Patriarch Jiang Buzhou! Are you not afraid that Wei Feisen will cross the river and burn the bridge? Will he really share the Daliang Mountain Treasure Trove with you?"

The Sect Master of the Southern Border Poison Sect, Gu Po, her face twisted and savage, shouted in a hoarse voice: "Old thing! You help the Black Tiger Gang wipe us out, and the next one will be your Martial Dao Sect! Asking a tiger for its skin, are you not afraid of being eaten by the tiger?"

Patriarch Jiang Buzhou did not even look back.

"How many years does this old man have left to live?" His voice was calm. "I have already seen the end of the Earthly Immortal stage; what does it matter if I take one more step forward?"

He struck with a palm, his Protective Aura transforming into a massive grey-white wave, forcing back the three Alliance Great Grandmasters who had rushed up.

You stood on high ground, watching all of this.

A personal guard brought over a chair and placed it behind you.

You sat down, holding your sword, your right leg crossed over your left, the sword leaning against your shoulder, your expression somewhat languid, the sunlight shining on your face, making you so breathtakingly beautiful that the maid beside you stared in a daze.

At this moment, a new change appeared in the Alliance ranks.

Supreme Elder Su Chenyuan of the Cangyun Sect suddenly sheathed his sword and retreated three steps with the Cangyun Sect Disciples behind him, disengaging from the battle.

Almost at the same time, the Green Shirt Sword Sect opposite the Southern Border Poison Sect and the Fuhu Hall of the Northwest also ceased resistance, each restraining their own Disciples and withdrawing from the melee.

The three Sects rebelled simultaneously.

This was not a coincidence.

Because half a month ago, three secret letters were delivered to the Sect Heads of the Cangyun Sect, the Green Shirt Sword Sect, and the Fuhu Hall respectively.

There was no signature on the letters, only one sentence:

"Act according to the situation, betray the Alliance, and after the matter is accomplished, protect your own lands."

At the time, the three Sects did not reply; they neither agreed nor refused.

But today, when the Martial Dao Sect's rebellion and the Alliance's collapse had become irreversible, they made the only correct choice.

Supreme Elder Su Chenyuan stood among the Cangyun Sect Disciples, looking at the corpses covering the ground and the chaos that was still spreading, and sighed softly.