400: Chapter 400 The Mysterious Moon Shadow Sect

The scene within the Formation changed abruptly!

The Chaos mist dissipated, and eight gigantic portals appeared out of thin air, arranged in eight directions! Each gate was a hundred zhang high, engraved with profound runes, radiating light of different colors.

The Rest Gate was dark blue, the Life Gate was emerald green, the Injury Gate was crimson red, the Closing Gate was dark yellow, the Scenery Gate was golden, the Death Gate was pitch black like ink, the Fright Gate was wreathed in purple lightning, and the Open Gate shone with brilliant white light.

The Eight Gates rotated in unison!

Countless golden threads surged from the eight gates, each as thin as a strand of hair, containing the fierce and peerless Dao of Gold! They entangled toward Ji Wujiu like a spiderweb, dense and overwhelming.

Ji Wujiu was greatly alarmed and frantically urged the Black Abyss Sword!

Black light surged on the sword body, and the sword radiance swept across—

With one slash, he severed three threads.

But more golden threads surged from all directions, layer upon layer, endless!

"No—!"

He roared, swinging his sword wildly, only to find that the more he struggled, the tighter he was bound. The golden threads wrapped around his wrists, ankles, waist, and neck, digging into his flesh and cutting off his Qi.

The light of the eight portals intensified, and the doors opened simultaneously.

A monstrous flood surged from the Rest Gate, endless vitality surged from the Life Gate but transformed into vines to entangle him, thousands of blades surged from the Injury Gate, heavy mountains surged from the Closing Gate to suppress him, scorching flames surged from the Scenery Gate, countless hideous ghosts surged from the Death Gate, purple lightning surged from the Fright Gate, and blinding white light surged from the Open Gate, drowning everything.

The Eight Gates opened at once!

Eight types of power erupted simultaneously!

Ji Wujiu's heart shook violently, and countless scenes flashed before his eyes—

In his childhood, starving and stealing food, chased and beaten by others, lying on the ground like a dog begging for mercy;

In his youth, to seek resources, kneeling before the direct lineage of the Ji Family, kowtowing until his head bled;

When vying for the position of Grand Elder, he personally killed the Senior Brother who had grown up with him, just because he blocked his path;

Over these years, to consolidate power, how many guilty deeds he had committed, how many innocent people he had harmed—

Scene after scene, item after item, flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern!

"No... don't... get away! All of you, get away!"

He swung his sword in terror, but he could not disperse those ghosts. They passed through the sword light, passed through the protective barrier of Qi, and pounced directly onto his Divine Soul!

Lin Xiwei stood outside the Formation and spoke indifferently.

"Eight Gates Golden Lock · Trap and Kill!"

The golden threads tightened suddenly!

Countless golden threads tightened into Ji Wujiu's body at the same time, like thousands of sharp blades slicing his Physical Body. The power of the Eight Gates erupted simultaneously: the impact of the flood, the entanglement of the vines, the slicing of the blades, the suppression of the mountains, the burning of the flames, the tearing of the ghosts, the bombardment of the lightning, the annihilation of the white light—

Eight types of power descended at once!

"Ah—!"

Ji Wujiu let out a shrill, extreme scream.

The next second—

"Boom!"

His whole person was ruthlessly flung out of the arena like a cannonball.

He smashed through three Dragon stone pillars at the edge of the square!

He plowed a deep trench over ten zhang long into the ground!

He finally stopped.

Ji Wujiu was covered in blood, his robes shattered into rags, blood spraying from his mouth, his limbs twisted at strange angles; they were completely broken.

The Black Abyss Sword fell to the side, its body dim and lusterless, like scrap iron.

The whole arena was deathly silent.

You could hear a pin drop.

The Disciples of the Holy Land all had their mouths wide open, but could not make a sound.

It was within expectation, yet also outside of it.

Ji Wujiu, the Grand Elder at the third level of the Tribulation Transcendence Stage, losing to Lin Xiwei, who had boosted herself to the fourth level of the Tribulation Transcendence Stage—that was within expectation.

But to lose so cleanly, so thoroughly, so... tragically?

One exchange.

Not even ten breaths.

The Grand Elder at the third level of the Tribulation Transcendence Stage was beaten into a dead dog just like that.

The gazes of the crowd toward that moon-white figure had changed from shock to awe, and from awe to fear.

She was only the Fifth Disciple.

Then how strong were the four before her?

Were they just playing around before?

Then their Revered Master—that man who had been holding a teacup, a smile on his lips—how strong was he?

No one dared to think.

They had thought it was just some nouveau riche, nothing special, but now, this Moonshadow Sect was suddenly veiled in a layer of mystery, becoming enigmatic.

Outside the hall, Zhang Chengyue and the others were silent as cicadas in winter, their faces ashen.

The slogans of "Moonshadow Sect, get out of Baiyan Prefecture" were now stuck in their throats; they couldn't spit out a single word.

The True Disciples of the Ji Faction on the high platform lowered their heads in unison, not daring to look at the arena.

The highest among them was only at the Body Integration Stage, approaching the Void Refinement Stage, and they could still brag when facing Cultivators slightly higher. But when facing power that crossed a major Realm, they wisely shut their mouths.

Inside the hall, the Elders of the Ji Faction had ashen faces, looking at each other, none daring to speak.

Ji Xuanming's face was livid, the veins on his clenched fists bulging. With a "crack," a corner of the jade table was crushed by him!

Ji Mitai stood in the corner, scarlet blood surging in his eyes.

Trash.

All of them were trash!

An Elder of the Ji Faction beside him whispered, "Mitai, can you beat her?"

Ji Mitai was stunned. He subconsciously compared—

He was at the fifth level of the Void Tempering Stage, a whole Realm lower than Ji Wujiu.

Ji Wujiu had been beaten like this; if he went up...

He couldn't win.

Therefore, they couldn't win = trash.

He couldn't win = ...

Pah! He was not trash! It was that Moonshadow Sect that was too evil!

Ji Mitai's face became increasingly ugly.

He realized he had still underestimated these female Cultivators, underestimated the Moonshadow Sect.

But upon further thought, he felt slightly relieved—

They were only at the Tribulation Transcendence Stage after all.

As long as that Supreme Moonshadow was not there, no matter how strong they were, could they be a match for the Mahayana Stage?

Inside the hall, Shi Qingxuan was shocked beyond words.

She looked at Lin Xiwei, and a strange feeling arose in her heart—

If she went up, she feared she wouldn't fare any better.

This Moonshadow Sect... exactly how many trump cards were hidden?

Behind her, Shen Yunjie, Cen Xi, and Jiang Shiyu were even more dumbfounded.

Shen Yunjie's mouth was slightly open. She was Shi Qingxuan's chief Disciple and considered herself exceptionally gifted. But seeing Lin Xiwei at this moment, she truly understood what it meant by "there is a heaven beyond heaven."

Cen Xi's eyes were wide round, her small mouth open enough to fit an egg. She grabbed Shen Yunjie's sleeve, her voice changing pitch:

"Senior Sister! That Formation... what kind of Formation is that? How can eight types of power operate simultaneously?!"

Shen Yunjie shook her head with difficulty: "I can't tell either... The profundity of that Formation far exceeds any Formation I know."

Cen Xi looked at Lin Xiwei, then at Ling Hao, light flickering in her eyes: "That secret technique of the Moonshadow Sect is so powerful. If only I could have it too..."

Jiang Shiyu was cold as frost, her long eyelashes masking her gaze, making it impossible to see what she was thinking.

The Disciples of the Moonshadow Sect erupted into earth-shaking cheers!

"Fifth Senior Sister is mighty!"

"Fifth Senior Sister is invincible!"

The cheers were deafening, forming a sharp contrast with the deathly silence on the Ji Family side.

Chi Wanhe walked to Lin Xiwei's side, patted her shoulder, and then looked at the opposite side with a smile:

"Which other Elder wants to offer some pointers? I still have several Junior Sisters who haven't played yet."

The Ji Faction crowd scanned Du Yuqing, Lu Changning, and the other women behind Ling Hao, and they all shivered in unison.

No one dared to respond.

Even those three Grand Elders at the Tribulation Transcendence Stage began to let their gazes drift.

No one answered.

"Hmph!"

Ji Xuanming stood up abruptly, his face as gloomy as water.