556: Chapter 556 Sisters, charge! Capture Xu Ruyu and make him warm our beds!

Xu Ruyu did not answer the other party's shameless questions.

He suppressed the anger in his heart and silently calculated—there was still some distance from the mountain gate to the Martial Arts Arena, and the people of the Righteous Path Alliance had blocked all the roads. Only the direction of the Martial Arts Arena had the fewest people.

It wasn't because they had intentionally left a path, but because the Martial Arts Arena was too open and difficult to defend, so they had concentrated their manpower in narrow areas.

"Retreat toward the Martial Arts Arena!"

He said in a low voice.

The Grand Elder was stunned for a moment: "Sect Master, if we retreat to the Martial Arts Arena, we will truly be surrounded to death."

Xu Ruyu glanced at him: "I know, but I have my own plans. Just listen to me and it will be fine."

The Grand Elder opened his mouth but said nothing more.

He glanced at the dense figures all around, then at the few scattered soldiers in the direction of the Martial Arts Arena, and suddenly understood something.

He didn't ask further, turning to shout at the people beside him: "Everyone retreat toward the Martial Arts Arena! Do not linger in battle! Retreat!"

The members of the Hehuan Sect began to move slowly toward the Martial Arts Arena.

Leng Ningshuang led the Sword Cultivators to cover the rear, fighting while retreating.

Zhao Yan led the Body Cultivators to clear the path ahead, each of his punches sending the members of the Righteous Path Alliance reeling back.

Hua Xunhuan and the Grand Elder protected the two flanks, while Granny Liu stayed by Qingyan's side.

The people of the Righteous Path Alliance didn't know where the Hehuan Sect was retreating to, but they saw an opportunity.

Someone shouted: "They're trying to run! Chase them!"

More people surged forward, their Magical Artifacts smashing against the Protective Spiritual Light of the Hehuan Sect members with dull thuds.

A Disciple of the Tianxuan Sect rushed too fast and was sent flying by a strike from Leng Ningshuang's sword.

The man flipped twice in the air and crashed to the ground, a bone-deep wound on his chest gushing blood.

But even more people filled the gap.

"That woman is mine! No one is allowed to fight me for her!"

A Disciple of the North Pole Ice Soul Palace shouted, pointing at Leng Ningshuang. His eyes were bloodshot, like a hungry wolf seeing a sheep.

A Disciple of the Tianji Sect nearby was displeased: "On what basis? I've set my sights on her too! The eldest Disciple of the Hehuan Sect—who wouldn't want a taste?"

"Stop arguing! Capture them first!" an older Cultivator barked. "Once they're captured, whoever has the ability can take her!"

Their voices were loud, showing no restraint whatsoever.

The Disciples of the Hehuan Sect trembled with rage upon hearing these words.

Zhao Yan punched away a Tianquan Sect Disciple who had rushed too close, roaring: "What kind of righteous sect are you? You're worse than the demonic heretics!"

The man crashed to the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood, and actually laughed: "Righteous? Demonic heretics? Your Hehuan Sect are the real demonic heretics! We are acting on behalf of Heaven!"

"Capturing you is acting on behalf of Heaven!"

Hua Xunhuan's sword pierced through a Cultivator trying to launch a sneak attack. She sneered: "Acting on behalf of Heaven? You people aren't worthy!"

As the Cultivator fell to the ground, he was still muttering something.

The voices of several female Cultivators also drifted out from the crowd.

At their head was a female Cultivator in a red dress with a scar running from her left eyebrow to the right corner of her mouth, but her eyes were terrifyingly bright.

She wasn't from the Righteous Path Alliance; she was from the Three Saints Gate, a group that specialized in shady dealings, and she had come today just to join the chaos.

She pointed her horsewhip at Xu Ruyu and laughed loudly: "Sisters! Charge! Take down Xu Ruyu and let him warm our beds!"

The female Cultivators behind her burst into laughter; some whistled, some blew kisses, and some threw handkerchiefs directly at Xu Ruyu.

The Grand Elder's face turned green with anger: "Absurd! Utterly absurd!"

The woman in the red dress stopped laughing and looked at Xu Ruyu, licking her lips: "Xu Ruyu, why don't you consider it? Follow this elder sister, and I guarantee you won't suffer. I'll even help you protect those Disciples of yours."

Xu Ruyu didn't look at her; the sword in his hand was still dripping blood.

By the time they retreated to the edge of the Martial Arts Arena, the Hehuan Sect members were completely surrounded.

Ancestor Xuan Yin stood behind the crowd and waved his hand. The people of the Righteous Path Alliance began to tighten the encirclement.

Shield-bearers were in the front, longsword-wielders behind them, and Cultivators with long-range attacks at the very back. Layer upon layer, they surrounded the three hundred-plus people of the Hehuan Sect in the center of the Martial Arts Arena.

Looking out from the edge of the Martial Arts Arena, one could only see a sea of heads and the shimmering light of Magical Artifacts above them.

Xu Ruyu stopped his steps and retreated no further.

He stood in the center of the Martial Arts Arena, with dense enemies before him and over three hundred scarred Disciples behind him.

His gaze swept over the approaching shields, the sword tips protruding from behind them, and the Cultivators chanting spells.

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, as if he were calculating something.

The Grand Elder's hands were trembling—not from fear, but from the exhaustion of overusing his spiritual power.

Fighting from morning until now, he had killed no fewer than twenty people. His spiritual power had hit rock bottom, and his Medicinal Pills were all gone.

His sword was full of nicks, and the hilt was so slick with blood that he could hardly hold it.

Hua Xunhuan was not in much better shape. A section of her short sword had snapped off, and the one she held now was scavenged from the ground.

Her left arm had been slashed, the flesh gapping open, with blood streaming down her arm.

She hadn't bandaged it, merely applying a handful of styptic powder to the wound. The white powder was turned red by the blood and then washed away by more fresh blood.

Zhao Yan was bare-chested, his body covered in wounds. The deepest one was on his back, where bone was visible.

His lips were pale, but his eyes were still bloodshot.

He was still gasping for air; the flames on his fists had already died out. It wasn't that he didn't want them to burn, but he had no spiritual power left to fuel them.

Leng Ningshuang had gone through three swords.

Her sword technique was still just as fast, but the sword itself had slowed down.

It wasn't that she was slower, but that the sword had become blunt.

Killing with a blunt sword was arduous; it took several stabs to pierce someone's throat.

The webbing of her thumb had split, and blood ran down the sword hilt, dripping onto the ground.

Ning Caihe's sword had broken into two. He threw away the hilt and picked up one from the ground.

That sword was of poor quality, with rust on the blade. He wasn't used to its grip, but he had used it to kill five more people.

Every time he killed someone, he would mutter a curse, his voice so soft that no one could hear him clearly.

Qingyan had pushed her Dao of Compassionate Love to its absolute limit.

A pink light radiated from her body, covering more than half of the Martial Arts Arena.

Within the light, the Righteous Path Alliance Cultivators grew dazed, their movements sluggish, and some even began to kill one another.

But Qingyan herself could barely hold on. Her face was as white as paper, her lips were purple, and her body was trembling violently.

Her spiritual power was exhausted; she was now burning her own life force.

Xu Ruyu looked at them without speaking.

His gaze moved from one face to another, never lingering, yet everyone could feel him looking at them.

Ancestor Xuan Yin stepped out from behind the crowd to the very front.

He glanced at Xu Ruyu, then at the scarred Hehuan Sect Disciples, a cold sneer hanging on his lips.

"Xu Ruyu, you have no way out. Surrender."

"Hand over the Hehuan Sect's Cultivation Techniques, hand over your methods for forging Spiritual Artifacts, and hand over Xiao Nianyin."

"This old man can give you a quick death."

"Your Disciples can also die with some dignity."

Xu Ruyu looked at him and remained silent for a long time.

The tip of his sword pointed toward the ground, the blood on the blade dripping down, drop by drop, hitting the bluestone floor with a faint sound.

Then, he did something that no one expected.