279: Chapter 279 The Five Members of the Chan Sect Forced to Accept

Beside him, Venerable Daoxing, Golden Immortal Samantabhadra, and the others glared with rage, their Qi fluctuating faintly as they prepared to fight for their lives at any moment.

Facing the five's burning rage, the Second Elder of the Tiger Clan remained completely unmoved.

He simply looked at Que Liusun quietly, his voice sinking low: "Are you sure?"

"I am sure!" Que Liusun gritted his teeth, refusing to yield an inch.

"Very well."

The Second Elder didn't even offer any further persuasion, cleanly withdrawing his pressure.

He turned around decisively and left, walking with steady steps slowly toward the exit of the grotto-heaven.

Just as the five were stunned, thinking the other party was leaving, the Second Elder suddenly transmitted an emotionless voice.

The voice was calm, yet it landed on their hearts like a heavy hammer: "The Fire Clan's strength is not much weaker than our Tiger Clan's. During the decisive battle, the battlefield could easily be interfered with by other clans."

"Do not forget the Heavenly Dao oath you swore back then."

"If you truly do not want that Heavenly Dao Karma, then continue staying here."

The footsteps faded into the distance. That tall figure paused slightly at the entrance of the grotto-heaven, and accompanied by a dazzling golden light, he completely vanished from within the grotto-heaven.

The five Chan Sect members left behind saw their expressions turn incredibly ugly in an instant.

Heavenly Dao oath!

These four words weighed down on the hearts of Que Liusun and the others like a mountain of ten thousand jun, making them almost unable to breathe.

Back then, they had sworn a Heavenly Dao oath that they would only help the Tiger Clan seize the Heavenly Dao fruit position.

If the Tiger Clan were eliminated by another clan because of a petty dispute, there would truly be no chance to salvage the situation!

Seeing the Second Elder's golden light about to disappear completely into the horizon, Que Liusun's complexion turned green and then white.

In the end, he gritted his teeth, all his pride and anger shattered in the face of reality.

"Second Elder, wait!" Que Liusun squeezed these words out from between his teeth, his voice hoarse and restrained.

At the entrance of the grotto-heaven, that dazzling golden light paused slightly, then retracted.

The Second Elder of the Tiger Clan slowly turned around, a trace of undisguised mockery hanging on the corners of his mouth: "What is it? The five disciples of the Saint, why have you suddenly changed your minds?"

These mocking words were like a slap, loudly striking the faces of the five. Venerable Daoxing and Golden Immortal Samantabhadra were trembling with rage, yet they dared not lash out.

They were the meat on the chopping block, and he was the blade.

Facing the Second Elder's sarcasm, the five kept their mouths shut tight; not one of them answered.

They just let out a cold snort, faces dark, and silently turned around to pack up some of the miscellaneous items inside the grotto-heaven.

Leaving behind only silent and humiliated backs.

Seeing this scene, the Second Elder of the Tiger Clan not only didn't restrain himself, but instead made an extremely contemptuous "Tch" sound.

He folded his arms across his chest, his heart filled with disdain: 'As expected of Chan Sect disciples! Even in such a situation, they still insist on putting on such annoying airs!'

Shaking his head, his mission accomplished, the Second Elder couldn't be bothered to look at them anymore and raised his hand to tear at the Void Realm.

"Swish!"

A spatial rift instantly formed, and the Second Elder took a step forward, walking inside.

The five Chan Sect members left behind looked at each other, the atmosphere heavy to the point of near stagnation.

Que Liusun took a deep breath, suppressing the resentment in his eyes.

He looked at his fellow disciples, nodded silently, and then without further hesitation, transformed into a streak of light, escaping into that spatial rift.

The remaining four looked at each other, all seeing helplessness and indignation in each other's eyes.

But things had come to this, with the Heavenly Dao oath hanging over them, they had no choice but to help.

They could only sigh one after another and file into it.

After a spatial shift.

When the five Chan Sect members opened their eyes again, they had arrived at the solemn and majestic White Tiger Hall.

To their surprise, at this moment, the Clan Chief of the White Tiger Clan, Patriarch Bai Huang, was sitting high on the main seat.

And on the black jade table in the center of the hall, there was actually a table full of dazzling spiritual food.

These spiritual foods emitted a rich aura of life; they were all made from wood-attribute Heaven And Earth Treasure rare in the Primordial World, which had excellent effects on recovering from injuries.

Obviously, this was specially prepared for them.

Seeing this table full of healing spiritual food, although they knew it was to allow them to play a greater role on the battlefield, the originally ugly expressions of the five Chan Sect members still eased by half.

With the mindset of "it's free to eat, and it heals wounds anyway."

They sat down expressionlessly, without even exchanging eye contact, and silently circulated their magic power.

One after another, strands of immortal Spiritual Qi extended out, turning into invisible hands, silently and swiftly pulling plate after plate of wood-attribute spiritual food in front of themselves.

For a time, only the sound of cups and plates clashing remained in the hall.

Sitting on the main seat, Patriarch Bai Huang looked down at this scene, a trace of imperceptible mockery flashing in his eyes. However, he did not lash out, but instead tapped the table lightly and began to get to the point.

"Since you Fellow Daoists have arrived, I will arrange the plan for the upcoming decisive battle."

Patriarch Bai Huang's voice echoed in the hall. He waved his hand, and a grand battlefield sand table condensed from magic power manifested in the air: "This decisive battle with the Fire Clan is definitely no small matter. The elite of our Tiger Clan will meet the enemy head-on and pin down the Fire Clan's main army."

"And the things you need to do are very simple..."

Patriarch Bai Huang waved his hand gently, displaying a topographic map above. His finger pointed to the flank of a plain, his eyes becoming serious.

"Here, there are several Flame Crystal Formations set up by the Fire Clan, which can gather the Innate Spiritual Qi of the fire attribute between heaven and earth, providing a continuous supply of magic power and support for the Fire Clan's army."

"You need to sneak into their rear, help the Tiger Clan, and completely destroy these formations. I wonder what you think about this?"

After Patriarch Bai Huang finished explaining the general combat method, his gaze locked tightly onto the leader of the five Chan Sect members, Que Liusun.

However, Que Liusun did not answer immediately. The entire White Tiger Hall fell into a death-like silence.

It was not until Patriarch Bai Huang's brows furrowed slightly and he was becoming somewhat impatient that Que Liusun slowly put down his chopsticks.

Then, without even lifting his head, he gave an extremely perfunctory "Mm." This counted as agreeing to Patriarch Bai Huang's tactical arrangements.

On the main seat, Patriarch Bai Huang's arm exerted sudden force, his palm gripping the jade-carved tiger head on the armrest of his seat.

The force was so great that he nearly crushed the tiger head made of Innate jade directly into powder.

Even as the weaker party, they still maintained such an attitude...

"Since you Fellow Daoists have no objections, then stay here and recover from your injuries a bit more."

"I will continue to go back into seclusion!"

Out of sight, out of mind.

As his words fell, Patriarch Bai Huang's body instantly vanished from where he sat. Only after Patriarch Bai Huang left did the atmosphere in the hall loosen up slightly.

Although the five Chan Sect members remained silent, the speed at which they pulled the spiritual food increased by a few notches.