Hearing Old Wang's words, the crowd stopped their preparations to retreat.
It made sense. They were all demonic cultivators who committed deeds that angered both heaven and man. Based on the blood aura Li Xingtian had just displayed, forget calling for people from the Tianyan Sect; the Sect would have slain him on the spot for his audacity alone.
It was just that the Eighteen Immortal Sects had such a fearsome reputation, and with the recent climate of fear, coupled with the strange behavior of this young man, it had caused everyone to lose their heads for a moment.
Old Wang let out a sigh of relief and quickly said, "Two of you drag one, and the remaining three will take on one each!"
The group exchanged glances and each moved toward a Tianyan Sect disciple.
Old Wang also pressed forward, choosing to join the three-on-one team.
However, the newly reformed team quickly fell apart once more.
One of the Tianyan Sect disciples held a Spirit Treasure long sword, its radiance flaring to its extreme as a Dao Rhyme manifested on its blade. With an icy expression, he slashed toward the demonic cultivator with the ghost-head knife who was charging the fastest.
A cold light flashed, dispersing the black, heaven-obscuring spiritual power in an instant.
The world fell silent for a moment. The gazes of the demonic cultivators were all drawn to that single sword.
The aura of a Divine Ability swept out.
No one spoke, no one shouted, and no one even bothered to check if the ghost-head knife cultivator was still alive.
Everyone rationally flew outward, each recognizing that as the famed Divine Ability of the Tianyan Sect.
The Tianyan Sect's foundational Divine Ability—the Divine Manifestation Supreme Pure Sword.
This was for real. A Tianyan Sect cultivator, and two of them at the Nascent Soul stage.
The quality of cultivators from the Eighteen Immortal Sects was on another level entirely. Their own Nascent Soul demonic cultivators, who couldn't even manifest a Divine Ability, would likely be effortlessly taken by a Tianyan Sect disciple of the same realm, even in a five-on-one fight.
Even Old Wang turned and fled without a backward glance.
The remaining four figures retreated at an even faster speed than they had arrived.
But then, someone suddenly roared, "Old Wang! What about your Bai Xuan Ling?!"
Old Wang, fleeing head over heels, didn't answer, only his form moved even faster.
Suddenly, however, a much more profound Nascent Soul aura appeared from his right. A hand was raised, and another Divine Manifestation Supreme Pure Sword was unleashed.
Old Wang's divine sense jumped—Damn it! A Tianyan Sect disciple was actually laying an ambush?!
What was going on in this day and age?! When did the righteous sects start becoming more sinister than the demonic cultivators?
The sword fell.
A Nascent Soul demonic cultivator who tried to resist was struck down directly.
Before the group could process Wang Lin's sudden attack, another aura appeared in their direction of escape, and another Tianyan Sect cultivator approached with a drawn sword.
At this moment, the hearts of everyone present grew as cold as ash.
They didn't believe their escape arts could outpace these cultivators from the Eighteen Immortal Sects.
Wang Lin raised his sword, his pressure weighing down on the demonic cultivators. "I'll say this once. Disarm and surrender."
At the same time, several streaks of rainbow light enveloped them. The demonic cultivators now understood there was no direction left to flee.
They held their various magical artifacts, facing off with them without a shred of confidence.
Old Wang's eyes widened as he glared at Wang Lin, shouting angrily, "Your Tianyan Sect is actually consorting with demonic cultivators?!"
Wang Lin's expression was calm. "What kind of trash are you, that you're worthy of asking such a question?"
Hearing this, Old Wang laughed in anger. "Fine, fine, fine... I've seen it all now. You, the Tianyan Sect, are the biggest demonic cultivators in the Central Province!"
Li Xingtian's speed was still much slower than those Nascent Soul cultivators, but fortunately, the distance wasn't far, so he was only a little late. Naturally, he heard this last remark.
Wang Lin glanced at Old Wang's seemingly genuine expression and his gaze naturally drifted to Li Xingtian.
This kind of genuine expression was unlikely to be a lie, especially at a time like this...
Could it be that this Li Brother, holding the Tianyan Order, had really cultivated demonic arts?
Li Xingtian looked at Wang Lin and said in a serious tone, "I cultivate orthodox Xuanmen heart methods! It just happens to have a somewhat bloody appearance."
Wang Lin nodded as if enlightened and also showed an apologetic expression.
So... he was a real demonic cultivator after all.
Old Wang's timely laughter rang out. "Hmph!"
At this moment, silence was more eloquent than words.
Wang Lin's expression turned stern as he rebuked, "The Xuanmen heart methods are all-encompassing. You, a lowly demonic cultivator, know a little and think you're an expert."
Old Wang understood—whether it was demonic or not, the Tianyan Sect was calling the shots now. What did he count for?
Li Xingtian's expression was unfriendly as he said coldly, "Meng Jun is likely nearby. Please, friend, search the area first."
Wang Lin nodded slightly, gesturing to the two Tianyan Sect disciples to search.
After bowing, the two disciples rose and flew in the direction the demonic cultivators had fled.
Li Yingling also landed with another Tianyan Sect disciple, filling the gap.
As for the previous conversation, Li Yingling had naturally heard it all. She walked to Li Xingtian's side, patted this second junior brother's shoulder, and said seriously, "Second Junior Brother, no one said you're a demonic cultivator. Don't be angry. Master said that what you have is so righteous it appears demonic, the very pinnacle of righteousness."
Li Xingtian was at a loss for what expression to make in response.
But the ever-serious Wang Lin suddenly started to purse his lips, his brows knitting tightly. His gaze dared not look at Li Xingtian again, instead focusing intently on the demonic cultivators before him.
Li Xingtian glanced at Wang Lin and knew... forget it, many had thought he was a demonic cultivator before.
Still, he'd have to ask Master when he got back just what level of blood aura it would take to return to normal.
It couldn't get even more exaggerated, could it? That every time he made a move, it would be as if a Demon Lord had descended to the mortal world?
Run!
Must run!
And quietly too!
At this moment, Meng Jun had already quickly cast aside any thoughts of saving Old Wang.
No matter how valuable loyalty was, it wasn't worth his own life.
Even if he rushed over, that wouldn't be called saving someone—that would be turning himself in.
Although he felt a bit sorry for Old Wang, things had come to this. He could only hope for his safety.
Meng Jun gripped the Dream Pearl tightly in his hand—Old Wang, rest assured. I will definitely avenge you... by burning plenty of paper money for you.
At this moment, two Tianyan Sect disciples had already begun searching every inch with their divine sense.
Now he could only rely on the Dream Pearl, attempting to slip through undetected, while also not staying in place to die.
Someone in that group would definitely betray the fact that he was here. He had to run!
Meng Jun slightly manipulated the Dream Pearl, releasing a thin layer of barely visible purple mist to envelop himself.
He looked outward once more. At this moment, he saw Old Wang had already begun fighting with the Tianyan Sect disciples again.
Meng Jun wasn't surprised. The Eighteen Immortal Sects... never spared the lives of demonic cultivators.
At this moment, the only path to survival was resistance, even if resistance meant certain death.
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