Summit of the Old Gods

[Calm down, Nightmare, ask for information first.] Lu Ranfei reminded Deng Yuxiang from the side.

[Hmm.] Deng Yuxiang looked at the enemy below with reverence and said coldly, "Heavenly Pride, it's not up to you to say whether there is or isn't."

Dongfang Ning was both fearful and angry, suppressing the anger in her heart.

If the situation wasn't stronger than people, how could she let a little girl trample on her?

This little wench!

"Senior, please calm your anger. Every word I say is true. All the disciples of the Sword Mountain Peak sect are here, senior can check for yourself." Even with anger in her heart, Dongfang Ning maintained a respectful attitude.

She knows full well the methods of these Heavenly Realm Great Powers!

The tragic event from a few months ago is still vivid in memory.

The original sect master of Sword Mountain Peak did not manage to change his mindset when faced with executioners from the Heavenly Realm.

Some people have been at the top for so long that they can't come down.

If you can't lower your head, naturally someone will force your head down!

That day, Sect Master and three loyal elders all died under the claws of the Heavenly Realm·Yinli Tiger disciples.

Dongfang Ning struggled for so many years, only to finally ascend to the position of sect master under such circumstances.

"Everyone's here?" Deng Yuxiang frowned slightly, scanning the crowd.

Dongfang Ning immediately explained, "To senior, two Heavenly Realm seniors came to the peak looking for people, and some unpleasantness occurred.

One Evil Demon disciple·Yinli Tiger believer taught us a lesson. Since then, many of my disciples have deserted the sect and left privately."

"Heh." Deng Yuxiang coldly glanced at Dongfang Ning.

What a lesson!

When you're weak, Dongfang Ning would trample on you wherever you cultivate and crush you to death.

But when your fists are big enough, all your actions don't even need explanations, and the other party will package them perfectly for you.

Deng Yuxiang knew clearly that Sword Mountain Peak must have been massacred by the Heavenly Realm·executioners.

Yet Dongfang Ning described it with two understated words:

Lesson.

"Later, a follower of Qiang Xiu came to the mountain, searched thoroughly, and confirmed that our sect did not have Da Xia's genius."

Dongfang Ning dared not meet Deng Yuxiang's eyes, keeping her head lowered: "The senior also took some of our people with him to carry out missions."

"Hoo~"

Deng Yuxiang paid no more attention to Dongfang Ning, descending straight down.

The Sword One disciples didn't dare breathe, all kneeling strictly on the ground.

In fact, those who remained at the peak had been selectively chosen.

The disciples who left were truly courageous, knowing that staying in Sword Mountain Peak meant they were too visible, possibly continuing to face scrutiny from Heavenly Realm Great Powers.

One careless move could lead to a dead end.

So, only around two hundred people remained at the peak, stubbornly clinging to the sect they lived in for years, huddling together on the mountain.

Ultimately, Holy Spirit Mountain is too dangerous.

Sword One One Sect is strong indeed, but the disciples dare not be arrogant, needing a team.

Their unique status as powerful individuals would expose them to two extremes, either people would flee in panic, or they'd be seen as threats, facing violent attacks...

Deng Yuxiang pretended to search through the crowd, not detecting any Divine Weapon or Magic Artifact.

She said coldly, "Your sect doesn't have a single decent Divine Weapon?"

"Sorry, senior." Dongfang Ning looked ashamed, "The sect's Divine Weapon has been handed over to the previous two Heavenly Realm Great Powers to aid them in carrying out the mission instructed by the great lords."

Deng Yuxiang's expression turned dark, she returned step by step, standing amidst the first row of kneeling disciples.

At her feet was the woman named Leng Jin.

Leng Jin's heart trembled violently, the terrifying oppressive force from the person beside her made her feel suffocated.

[Was it her who discovered my cultivation advancement location back then?] Deng Yuxiang looked down at Leng Jin, asking in her mind.

[Yes, she sent people to search the mountain, then Dongfang Ning and others came, and together they ruined your future.] The young man's deep voice echoed in Deng Yuxiang's mind.

"Hoo~"

Deng Yuxiang casually grasped, the Blood Crystal Saber was unsheathed.

Leng Jin's face changed abruptly, feeling the warm tip of the blade against her chin, lifting her face.

"Ma...Master!" Leng Jin said tremblingly, "I am nearly thirty, just looking...looking somewhat young, not some Da Xia's genius!"

Based on appearance, Leng Jin certainly seems the youngest among the crowd.

Probably those younger Sword One disciples fled from Sword Mountain Peak for fear of misunderstanding.

Deng Yuxiang remained expressionless, looking at the deathly pale woman.

Those who could easily destroy her in the past are now trembling and begging at her feet.

Deng Yuxiang didn't feel much satisfaction.

Instead, her heart grew more hateful!

She hoped her enemies were towering and at least had some blood and backbone!

Only then would they be worthy as opponents.

The more the woman kneeling below displayed such weakness, the more Deng Yuxiang felt she had been reduced to dirt in the past...

"Senior!" Seeing her confidant selected, Dongfang Ning hesitated and restrained, still speaking, "Gods above, I swear this person is not Da Xia's genius!

She arrived at Holy Spirit Mountain long before the Human World 'Heavenly Pride' started."

"Call out the slaves, I want to take them away," Deng Yuxiang ordered casually, without even looking at the other.

"Yes!" Dongfang Ning dared not delay for a moment, immediately stomping her foot.

The stone slab at her feet shifted, and a thin figure squinted and crawled out, seemingly unaccustomed to the light having not seen it in a long time.

"Let the scout team gather here," Dongfang Ning ordered.

"I mean all of them," Deng Yuxiang said coldly.

Dongfang Ning's anger surged within her!

Though she hated the woman in the cloak, she could only grit her teeth and say, "Summon everyone."

"Yes!" The Ice Butterfly disciple spread her wings and flew away.

At the same time, several Weak God disciples around the area pushed aside the stone slabs, crawling up from the ground, trembling as they looked at the cloaked woman.

The mysterious woman still held the blood crystal saber, the blade tip lifting the chin of Hall Master Leng Jin, staring down at the terrified face.

Soon, nearly forty Weak God believers gathered at the altar.

Except for six or seven Ice Butterfly disciples, the majority of the Weak God disciples were akin to musicians, with little practical value.

"Is this everyone?" Deng Yuxiang questioned.

"Yes! Qiang Xiu's followers took away many people! Since the Heavenly Realm elder visited our sect, many inner disciples have fled down the mountain in recent months, taking others with them..."

Deng Yuxiang impatiently waved his hand, pointing to the southern cliff: "Go there."

The slaves, not daring to defy, immediately went over.

Soon, everyone's complexion changed!

These slaves suddenly shrank and then vanished without a trace.

What's even sadder is that nearly forty people did not resist!

The oppressed and tormented individuals had long lost their fighting spirit, accepting their unknown, possibly deadly, fate with numbness.

"Crack!"

The sound of the Water Flow Armor shattering was incredibly piercing.

While everyone was secretly watching the astonishing scene at the edge of the cliff, the sudden sound made their hearts stop!

Dongfang Ning rapidly turned to look, only to see the woman in the straw cloak holding the Blood Crystal Saber, unexpectedly cutting off Leng Jin's head.

"You!" Dongfang Ning's eyes widened in rage.

Deng Yuxiang coldly looked over and asked, "Me what?"

Dongfang Ning quickly regained her senses, recalling how the previous Sect Master brought about his own demise.

She hurriedly lowered her head and apologized, "Predecessor, please calm your anger, I lost my composure, beg forgiveness."

Deng Yuxiang's lips curled into a cold smile.

Truly adaptable.

Dongfang Ning's heart was bleeding!

Leng Jin was her trusted lieutenant, invaluable in helping her ascend to the Sect Master's throne of the Mountain Realm's top sect in these troubled times.

Yet her Sea Realm general was beheaded in one strike by the straw-cloaked woman.

Without warning, clean and decisive.

"Buzz~"

The Divine Weapon·Blood Drinking Saber lightly vibrated, its blade absorbing the enemy's blood.

"Predecessor!" Dongfang Ning continued, pleading, "Now all the scouts are yours. Perhaps the Heavenly Pride's disciple has also been killed by you. I beg the predecessor to spare my Sword Mountain Peak sect."

Deng Yuxiang remained silent, casually flicking the Blood Drinking Saber downward.

"Sizzle!"

The Blood Drinking Saber deeply embedded in the enemy's bones, absorbing the blood of its foe.

A connection between the soldier and master, a thrilling sensation, emanated from the Blood Drinking Saber, filling Deng Yuxiang's mind.

The enemy's blood,

Far more satisfying than the blood of the Evil Demon's minions!

"My sect's disciples are extraordinairily talented, perhaps one day they will follow in the predecessor's footsteps, ascending to the Heavenly Realm!" Dongfang Ning continued, her expression solemn.

"The Divine Sculpture is here! I, Dongfang Ning, swear in the name of Lord Jian Yi, that upon ascending to the Heavenly Realm in the future, I will repay the predecessor for today's kindness. If there's any falsehood, may I die a terrible death!"

Deng Yuxiang remained silent, his cold eyes watching.

Dongfang Ning forcibly suppressed her anger, bowing her head respectfully to the yellow-haired girl: "I beg the predecessor to show mercy."

"Show mercy?"

Suddenly, a deep voice came from behind.

Dongfang Ning's hair stood on end!

From the instant the word "show" sounded, she instinctively raised her hand, throwing out several sword shadows to the side.

Sword One Divine Skill·Sword Dance Clear Shadow!

Simultaneously, a hand pressed against the back of her head, fingertips extending several thin red threads.

"Whoosh~"

The sword shadows transformed into illusory figures, capable of exhibiting most of Sword One Divine Skill, and allowing the caster to shift positions within the illusions.

However, the caster was immobilized!

Lu Ran held her head, leaned down, and whispered in Dongfang Ning's ear: "Show mercy, how familiar does that sound?"

Dongfang Ning wasn't even allowed to change her expression.

Her eyelashes trembled lightly, suddenly realizing the voice seemed familiar?

Show mercy?

Show mercy...

Dongfang Ning suddenly remembered, years ago, in the snowy mountains near a high mountain lake, there was a young Evil Dog repeatedly saying to her:

"I beg the predecessor to show mercy!"

Dongfang Ning's face turned as pale as paper!

To eliminate future threats, she had specifically gathered troops, encircling the high mountain lake to ambush this young Evil Dog.

However, he escaped without a trace and was never seen again.

Now... he's back!

Damn! That little bastard! Bastard!!

Why didn't I kill him back then? Should have killed him!

"Sizzle!"

The Cloud Sea Blade pierced directly into her back, nailing into her heart.

The pain in her heart made all the viciousness hidden deep in Dongfang Ning's eyes vanish entirely.

Replaced by a touch of despair at the brink of death.

Deep despair.

She clearly felt her life fading little by little, yet was powerless to struggle, her pupils gradually dilating...

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