163: Chapter 163 The Cult's Defeat

Those were several Golden Core Stage Elders from the Qingxin Pavilion.

They had been recovering from their injuries, and now that they were slightly better, they rushed down to provide support.

"Evil creature! How dare you bully my Qingxin Pavilion, thinking there is no one left?!"

Those Golden Core Elders roared as they engaged the black-robed old man and the two Golden Core Stage Cultivators in battle!

A chaotic melee erupted instantly!

Li Changsheng retreated to the side, gasping for air.

He was only at the Foundation Establishment Initial Stage; he couldn't interfere in a battle of this level.

But he could watch.

He stared fixedly at the black-robed old man, watching his every move and every flaw.

Although the black-robed old man was at the Nascent Soul Early Stage, he had consumed too much energy previously, and now being besieged by several Golden Core Late Stage Elders, he gradually fell into a disadvantage.

After fifty moves, a Qingxin Pavilion Elder seized an opportunity and pierced his Dantian with a sword!

The black-robed old man screamed as his Nascent Soul left his body, attempting to flee.

Suddenly, a world-destroying sword light appeared and slashed directly toward the Nascent Soul.

This was a life-saving trump card saved by a Golden Core Elder assisting from the side; the attack came at exactly the right time.

The nimble Nascent Soul was decapitated just as it left the body.

The extreme speed caused it to fly quite a distance before falling down.

Completely dead!

Seeing that things were going poorly, the two Golden Core Stage Cultivators turned and fled!

The Qingxin Pavilion Elders did not pursue them, only coldly watching their retreating backs.

"Retreat!"

In the distance, the middle-aged demonic Cultivator finally made up his mind.

The evil Cultivators retreated like a ebbing tide.

Li Changsheng stood where he was, watching those distant figures as a complex emotion surged in his heart.

The Demonic Cult was not a monolithic entity either.

They also had disagreements, internal strife, and their own little schemes.

This war was far from being as simple as it appeared on the surface.

He turned around and looked at the Disciples of the Qingxin Pavilion.

They were supporting each other; some were laughing, some were crying, and some were slumped on the ground, gasping for air.

But they were all alive.

That was enough.

In the distance, the horizon began to turn pale like a fish's belly.

A new day was coming.

After the crisis at the Qingxin Pavilion was resolved, the situation on the battlefield took a sharp turn for the worse for the enemy.

The internal disagreements within the Demonic Cult Alliance eventually evolved into a total rupture.

The Golden Core Late Stage demonic Cultivator who had argued with the black-robed old man led his followers to evacuate overnight after the old man's death.

Seeing this, several other demonic cult forces also found excuses to extricate themselves and went their separate ways.

Overnight, the once-mighty Demonic Cult Alliance collapsed and disintegrated.

Only the Blood Fiend Sect remained.

They had been abandoned.

That morning, Li Changsheng stood on the hillside of the Qingxin Pavilion, looking at the dark encampment in the distance, a complex emotion surging in his heart.

The banner of the Blood Fiend Sect was still flying, but the atmosphere in the camp had clearly changed.

Those Cultivators who were originally arrogant were now dejected, their eyes filled with panic and unease.

They had been abandoned by their allies, isolated, and had become the target of everyone.

"Serves them right."

Zhao Qian stood beside him and spat hard.

Li Changsheng did not speak.

Did they deserve it?

Perhaps.

But he knew better; although the Blood Fiend Sect was isolated and without help, their Sect Master was still there, their Golden Core Elders were still there, and their core combat power remained.

A trapped beast will still fight, let alone a group of vicious demonic Cultivators.

The upcoming battle would be even more tragic.

Three days later, the Righteous Path alliance finished gathering.

The alliance of four sects—the Qinglan Sword Sect, Jinyang Sect, Qingxin Pavilion, and Medicine King Valley—totaling nearly ten thousand people, surrounded the remnants of the Blood Fiend Sect.

Li Changsheng stood in the ranks, looking at the Blood-Colored Formation opposite them.

That was the Blood Fiend Sect's Mountain-Protecting Formation, blood-red all over and emitting a thick, bloody aura.

Inside the Formation, one could vaguely see countless distorted figures moving; those were the Souls of living beings murdered by the Blood Fiend Sect, bound by the Formation and never to be reincarnated.

"This evil Formation..."

Wang Hai, beside him, murmured.

"How many people had to be killed to build it?"

Li Changsheng did not answer.

He only gripped the sword in his hand tightly.

At the hour of Si, the horn for the attack sounded.

The four-sect alliance surged toward the Blood-Colored Formation like a tide.

Li Changsheng followed in the ranks, charging forward with the crowd.

Beside him were Zhao Qian, Wang Hai, and several Jinyang Sect Disciples he had fought alongside at the Jinyang Sect.

They spontaneously gathered together to look out for one another, like a small combat squad.

Disciples of the Blood Fiend Sect rushed out from the Formation to meet the alliance.

The two torrents slammed into each other violently!

The sounds of slaughter, screams, and the booming of Spells instantly filled the heavens and earth!

Li Changsheng pierced a Foundation Establishment Early Stage Blood Fiend Sect Disciple with his sword, leaned aside to avoid a sneak attack from another, and decapitated him with a backhand strike.

His movements were smooth and fluid, without the slightest hesitation.

These days of fighting had made his sword techniques more proficient and his heart more determined.

Kill those who should be killed, save those who should be saved.

It was that simple.

Comrades beside him fell one by one, only for new ones to take their place.

Li Changsheng had no time for sorrow or rest; he could only keep swinging his sword and killing.

An hour later, the Blood-Colored Formation was finally breached.

The alliance poured into the mountain gate of the Blood Fiend Sect.

Deep within the mountain gate, a huge blood-colored palace stood before them.

That was the Sect Master's Hall of the Blood Fiend Sect.

At this moment, the hall doors flew open, and three figures rushed out.

Leading them was an old man with a sinister face and blood-red eyes.

He wore a blood-red robe, and his body emitted a suffocating pressure.

Nascent Soul Middle Stage.

The Sect Master of the Blood Fiend Sect, Ancestor Xue Sha.

Behind him followed two Elders, one at the Nascent Soul Early Stage and one at the Golden Core Late Stage, both top combatants of the Blood Fiend Sect.

The Sect Master of Qinglan Sword Sect and the Sect Master of Jinyang Sect immediately surrounded him, engaging Ancestor Xue Sha in battle.

True Lord Three Swords also began fighting with the Nascent Soul Early Stage Cultivator.

Several Nascent Soul Cultivators instantly fought their way from the ground to the sky, disappearing into the clouds and mist.

Only the Golden Core Late Stage Perfected Blood Shadow remained on the ground, unblocked, attempting to flee.

"Stop him!"

Elder Gao of the Qinglan Sword Sect shouted and was the first to rush forward.

A Golden Core Elder from the Qingxin Pavilion followed closely behind.

The two of them flanked Perfected Blood Shadow from the left and right!

Perfected Blood Shadow sneered and waved his hands, shooting out two streaks of blood-light!

Elder Gao and the Qingxin Pavilion Elder dodged simultaneously; the blood-light grazed past them and slammed into the mountain wall behind, blasting out two huge holes!

"Just you two?"

Perfected Blood Shadow grinned hideously.

"Two Golden Core Middle Stage Cultivators dare to come and court death?"

Elder Gao's expression darkened, and his sword techniques became even more fierce.

The Qingxin Pavilion Elder was not to be outdone, her long sword transforming into a sky full of sword shadows that enveloped Perfected Blood Shadow.

But Li Changsheng noticed that although the two were attacking together, they always maintained a certain distance.

Their eyes would occasionally fall on each other, carrying a hint of vigilance and wariness.

They were guarding against each other.

Guarding against the other stealing the credit, guarding against a backstab, and guarding against the other failing at a critical moment.

Li Changsheng's heart sank.

At a time like this, they were still engaged in internal strife?

Perfected Blood Shadow seemed to have noticed this as well.

He grinned hideously, his offensive becoming even more violent, specifically targeting the gaps in their coordination.

After fifty moves, Elder Gao and the Qingxin Pavilion Elder gradually fell into a disadvantage.

Just then, a green figure descended from the sky.

The Valley Master of Medicine King Valley.

He landed in the circle of battle and waved his hands, shooting out countless streaks of purple light directly at Perfected Blood Shadow!

Perfected Blood Shadow's expression changed, and he hurriedly dodged.

Those purple lights landed on the ground, instantly corroding holes that emitted green smoke.

"Poison?"

He grinned hideously.

"Someone from Medicine King Valley dares to join the fray?"

The Valley Master of Medicine King Valley did not speak, only continuing to shower purple light.

The purple lights became more numerous and dense, gradually forming a large net that enveloped Perfected Blood Shadow.

Seeing this, Elder Gao and the Qingxin Pavilion Elder hurriedly retreated to the side, fearing they would be affected by the poisonous light.

But they did not leave; instead, they watched the battle like tigers watching their prey, ready to rush in and take the kill at any moment.

Looking at this scene, Li Changsheng's heart was filled with mixed emotions.

Is this the Righteous Path?

With a great enemy before them, they were still calculating such things?