The Sect Leader Has Taken in a New Female Disciple-Chapter 884 - 281: What Distress Signal? What Nonsense Are You Spouting in the Middle of the Night?
"Today, the invading enemies are the Taiqing Sect and the Cyan Feather Immortal Sect. They arrogantly attempt to flatten our Phecda Sect and destroy our heritage! Our Phecda Sect has stood firm in the Eastern Domain for many years, how can we allow others to humiliate us?"
"If we can’t defend the mountain gate, how can the heroic spirits of our ancestors rest in peace!"
The originally terrified disciples, upon hearing these words, had a blood-red flame gradually igniting in their eyes.
Master Yuheng’s voice grew increasingly fervent: "What we are guarding is millennia of heritage! It’s the unwavering pillar of the Eastern Domain!"
"Pick up your weapons and let these invaders know that the backbone of the Phecda Sect is harder than their magical treasures!"
"If we can repel the invaders, the entire sect will surely be heavily rewarded! If we die in battle, we’ll surely make a name for ourselves that lasts through the ages! Kill!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill!" Amidst the earth-shattering roar, the faces of the disciples turned noticeably red.
The three watched the morale-boosted crowd and exchanged a glance of satisfaction.
Just like that, half an hour later, with a crisp "crack" sound, the crack at the spiritual power-marked spot on the array finally completely shattered.
A massive fissure ran through the entire array.
Immediately, the fissure rapidly spread, and the runes on the surface of the array began to peel off one after another.
Seeing this, Cao Zhengyang and others were overjoyed and instinctively turned to look at Zhou Qing.
The Phecda Sect’s sect protection array, reputedly the strongest among the Five Sects, was quickly dismantled under Zhou Qing’s command.
"Good! One final push!" Cao Zhengyang’s body radiated a sudden surge of light, his hands pushing forward boldly as spiritual power surged like a raging storm.
With one final explosive sound, the entire array shattered completely, countless rune fragments exploding and flying in all directions.
"It’s broken, broken!"
Seeing this, the members of the Taiqing Sect and Cyan Feather Immortal Sect cheered towards the sky, their cries shaking distant mountain ridges causing stones to tumble.
Zhou Qing saw this, and his tightly strained nerves finally relaxed, releasing a long breath, while the Tetanus sword instantly appeared in his hand.
Amidst the flashing cold light, his eyes surged with killing intent.
Are you not fond of being behind the scenes?
Do you not like treating others like chess pieces?
Are you not fond of scheming in the dark?
Today marks the time for you to reap the consequences!
The next moment, an ear-piercing alarm suddenly erupted within the Phecda Sect.
Countless figures soared into the sky from various parts of the sect, with more than ten Divinity Transformation Realm elders at the forefront, their spiritual power surging, appearing fierce and intimidating.
Master Lingxu waved the celestial banner in his hand, roaring hoarsely: "Protect the sect’s heritage! Today, let them come but never return!"
Without further ado, he and Dubhe charged out first, followed closely by countless disciples, their densely packed figures blocking half the sky.
Almost simultaneously, the warships of the Taiqing Sect and Cyan Feather Immortal Sect issued earth-shattering roars.
Tens of thousands of disciples, stepping on flying swords and wielding magical treasures, charged straight into the battlefield.
As soon as the two sides made contact, it was like a collision of mountains crashing and earth splitting.
Various spells detonated in the void, intertwining thunder and flames, with ice shards and wind blades flying together.
Wherever the light reached, people were instantly shredded into blood mist, as sword light passed, and heads rolled like watermelons.
Notably, a few Phecda Sect elders who rushed out deployed the celestial wheel, channeling the force of the heaven to turn into a meteor shower.
In an instant, severed limbs mixed with magical treasure fragments flew amidst the bloody wind, rain fell like torrents, dyeing the entire battlefield red.
Yet despite this, in terms of combat power or quantity, both sides were not on the same level at all.
Quickly, the battlefield displayed an almost unilateral crushing stance as the defensive line formed by Phecda Sect disciples continually retreated.
Zhou Qing, surrounded by flickering lightning, wielded the Tetanus Sword like a dragon.
Dozens of Phecda Sect disciples who had just charged forward were pierced through their chests by thunder without even seeing his actions, falling with pained cries.
But just as he moved, suddenly his hair stood on end.
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