52: Chapter 52 Ten against one? You have no sportsmanship!

High in the sky, outside the Ziyang Sect's mountain gate.

The clouds churned as a small flying boat, representing the majesty of the Tianshui Holy Land, slowly came to a halt ten miles away from the Ziyang Sect's protective Formation.

"This is the Ziyang Sect?"

Zhao Wuji stood at the bow of the ship, holding a folding fan, with the arrogance of a great Disciple of the Holy Land on his face. He pointed at the mountain gate below, which was covered by a turtle-shell-like Formation, and sneered:

"The master of a Sect, yet he's been blocked at his own door and doesn't dare to come out. Yang Dingtian is really getting worse as he gets older."

As he spoke, he turned to look at Elder Chu beside him and said flatteringly:

"Elder Chu, it seems that the 'Ten Peak Nascent Souls' thing is mostly a rumor. In this barren land at the edge of the Southern Wasteland Region, where would they get..."

However.

Before he could finish his sentence, he noticed that Chu Xiuyuan's face had become extremely ugly, even—one could say—ashen.

Chu Xiuyuan stared intently at the ten black-armored men floating around the Ziyang Sect's Formation, like statues. Cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and even his beard was trembling.

As a great Cultivator at the Peak Nascent Soul Stage, his Divine Sense was far more acute than Zhao Wuji's.

He could clearly perceive that the aura emanating from those ten black-armored people was as deep as an abyss and as vast as the sea, unfathomable. They were... they really were all at the Peak Nascent Soul Stage!

Moreover, their auras were almost identical, a Peak without any flaws!

"This... this is impossible..."

Chu Xiuyuan's throat was dry, and his voice trembled:

"Ten... there are really ten Peak Nascent Souls?!"

"Even a Sect in the Central Plains couldn't possibly bring out ten great Cultivators of this level just to guard the gate!"

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!"

Chu Xiuyuan made a decision instantly.

Fight? Fight my ass!

Although he was also at the Peak Nascent Soul Stage, he could try a one-on-one.

Now it was one against ten!

And the opponents looked like the kind of Puppets that knew no pain and had no fear of death!

If he rushed up, there probably wouldn't even be any bone fragments left!

"Huh? Retreat?"

Before Zhao Wuji could react, Chu Xiuyuan grabbed him by the shoulder and turned the flying boat around to flee.

However.

Just then.

Inside the Ziyang Sect below, Sect Master Yang Dingtian, who had been watching the outside, saw the familiar Holy Land flying boat through a Water Mirror Technique.

Like a drowning man catching a final straw, he was so excited that tears filled his eyes. Regardless of everything, he opened a gap in the protective Formation, used all his spiritual power, and roared at the top of his lungs:

"Elder Chu!! Nephew Zhao!!"

"Thank the Tianshui Holy Land for saving me!"

"The Devil Heads are right outside! Please use the Holy Land's Divine Might to suppress and kill them!!"

This shout could be described as world-shaking.

It not only called out the hope of the Ziyang Sect Disciples but also chilled Chu Xiuyuan's heart.

"Idiot!! Shut up!!"

Chu Xiuyuan was so angry he wanted to slap Yang Dingtian to death.

I was just about to slip away quietly, but your shout—didn't it just draw the Imperial Army... no, the Devil Heads over?!

Sure enough.

Following Yang Dingtian's roar.

The ten black-armored wooden Puppets below, which had been motionless, seemed to have been activated by some kind of switch.

Click! Click! Click!

Ten heads encased in black helmets lifted in unison, and their dead red crystal eyes instantly locked onto the flying boat in the sky.

Hehuan Sect, back mountain spirit spring.

Wang Yang, who was enjoying the pleasure of a threesome, suddenly had a map notification pop up in his mind.

[Ding! Detected hostile force Tianshui Holy Land characters entering the Puppet warning range!]

[Target One: Zhao Wuji (Late Stage Golden Core).]

[Target Two: Chu Xiuyuan (Peak Nascent Soul Stage).]

"Oh? The people from Tianshui Holy Land are here?"

The corners of Wang Yang's mouth curled slightly as he gently patted Lin Xiaowan and pinched Ye Qingcheng's cheek:

"Wives, stop for a moment."

"Your husband has something to handle."

As he spoke, his Divine Sense transferred to the Puppets.

...

Above the Ziyang Sect.

"Run!!!"

Feeling those ten terrifying killing intents locking onto him, Chu Xiuyuan could no longer care about his Elder's poise. He even abandoned the flying boat directly, leaving Zhao Wuji behind to perform a Blood Escape.

However.

Buzz—!

The ten Puppets teleported simultaneously!

The next second.

Chu Xiuyuan discovered in despair that his front, back, left, right, top, and bottom were already surrounded by ten black-armored men, leaving no way out.

A terrifying force field instantly sealed this space.

Teleportation? Failed!

Blood Escape? Suppressed!

"Fellow Daoists! A misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding!"

Chu Xiuyuan was covered in sweat, forcing a smile that was uglier than crying, and cupped his hands to the surrounding Puppets:

"This old man was just passing by... yes! Passing by to look at the scenery!"

"Since your noble Sect is handling business here, this old man will get lost right away and definitely won't disturb you!"

Zhao Wuji was also scared witless at this moment.

Is this the Hehuan Sect that Murong Xue described as an exaggeration?

You call this an exaggeration?

This is simply being low-key, okay!

Ten Peak Nascent Souls in your face, how do you fight this?!

Facing Chu Xiuyuan's plea for mercy.

The "Number One" Puppet directly in front slowly opened its mouth and emitted Wang Yang's playful voice:

"Since you're already here, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

"Didn't that Sect Master Yang just call you to suppress and kill me?"

"Go ahead, I'll give you a chance."

Chu Xiuyuan's legs went weak: "I wouldn't dare! Even if you gave me a hundred times the courage, I wouldn't dare! That was just Yang Dingtian talking nonsense! This old man has no old grudges or recent enmity with Your Excellency..."

"Who says there's no grudge or enmity?"

Number One Puppet's voice suddenly turned cold:

"Aren't you from the Tianshui Holy Land?"

"Coming to look for my Ye Qingcheng?"

Hearing the name "Ye Qingcheng," Chu Xiuyuan and Zhao Wuji's hearts shook violently.

"Fight them to the death!!"

Chu Xiuyuan knew that things could not be settled peacefully today. A flash of ruthlessness appeared in his eyes as he took out a pitch-black Soul banner—the ten thousand soul banner (Quasi-Earth Rank Magic Treasure).

As a Cultivator of the Righteous Path, he wouldn't dare take this out on a normal day, but with ten Peak Nascent Souls surrounding him, he had to reveal his trump card!

"Myriad Souls Devouring the Body!!"

Countless wronged Souls and fierce ghosts poured out of the banner, attempting to break through a bloody path.

"It's over!" Seeing this scene, the Ziyang Sect Master below knew he was doomed today.

Even if Elder Chu won, he would definitely silence the witnesses!

However, facing this terrifying, gloomy ghostly aura.

The ten surrounding Puppets didn't even move; they just threw a punch in unison.

A simple and unadorned basic attack.

Boom—!!!

Ten terrifying fist energies converged, instantly forming a spiritual energy storm.

The ten thousand soul banner, which looked gloomy and terrifying, didn't even last a second before being smashed into pieces!

As for those wronged Souls, they experienced Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering on the spot.

"Pfft!"

With his Lifebound Treasure destroyed, Chu Xiuyuan sprayed blood wildly, and his aura instantly withered.

Before he could react.

Two large hands like iron pincers grabbed his two arms from left and right.

Crack!

"Ah!!!"

Chu Xiuyuan screamed as his two arms were directly torn off.

Immediately after.

Another large hand reached out and grabbed his neck, lifting him up like a dead dog.

Peak Nascent Soul Stage?

Under the gang-beating of ten Puppets of the same level, he didn't even have the qualification to fight back!

As for Zhao Wuji next to him.

He had long since been scared into peeing himself, his crotch a large wet patch.

"Don't... don't kill me..."

"I am the great Disciple of the Holy Land... I am the Saintess's person..."

Slap!

A Puppet backhanded him, directly sending half of Zhao Wuji's teeth flying, his face swelling up like a pig's head.

Two Puppets each carried Chu Xiuyuan and Zhao Wuji, turning into streaks of light and flying toward the Hehuan Sect.

The remaining eight Puppets returned to the outside of the Ziyang Sect Formation to continue acting as gatekeepers.

Below, inside the Ziyang Sect.

Having witnessed the whole process, Yang Dingtian was now slumped on the ground, his eyes lifeless as if his Soul had been sucked out.

"It's over..."

"This Hehuan Sect... are they human or ghosts?!!!"

At this moment, Yang Dingtian's worldview completely collapsed.

The backing he was proud of was as fragile as paper in front of them.

What awaited the Ziyang Sect would be endless darkness.

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