Witnessing the utterly miserable scene in the distance.
The two from the Wusang Sect, who had been desperately entangled with Chen Yuan and the other three, could no longer endure the terror in their hearts.
Senior Brother Sima had actually been pushed to such a state.
If a Personal Disciple were lost here, even if they managed to return alive, they would absolutely not escape severe punishment from the Sect.
Boom!
Two streams of dark red Qi suddenly surged violently.
Senior Sister Liu and Junior Brother He held nothing back any longer. The spiritual light of their dao chess pieces surged wildly within them as they each unleashed a furious strike.
The ferocious power of the techniques exploded in mid-air.
Chen Yuan and the others, with their already low cultivation, had been barely holding on through sheer willpower.
Now, struck head-on by this terrifying force, they all grunted in unison and were forcefully pushed back dozens of yards.
Junior Brother He steadied his stance, his eyes bloodshot. Seeing that Chen Yuan and the others, having regained their footing, still intended to block their way, he suddenly turned his head and glared furiously.
"Senior Brother Sima is a Personal Disciple of our Wusang Sect!"
"Do you truly intend to fight our Sect to the death?!"
"Uh..."
Hearing this, the expressions of Chen Yuan and the other three stiffened.
They instinctively turned their heads, hurriedly looking into the distance.
Then, all four of them stood there somewhat helplessly, at a loss.
Earlier, facing two great cultivators of the six-piece Chess Player level, how could they, four ordinary Disciples whose highest cultivation was only four pieces, dare to be even slightly distracted?
They had been so focused on blocking with all their might that they had paid no attention to what kind of scene was unfolding on Guest Elder's side.
But it was fine not to look.
One look was enough to chill one to the bone.
How... how in just this short while...
had the Wusang Sect's eight-piece great cultivator already been beaten to the brink of death?
And their own Guest Elder, who looked so pure and ethereal, now held twin blades, was covered in blood, and truly seemed intent on killing.
Seizing the moment of the four's distraction.
Senior Sister Liu dared not delay any longer. Transforming into a streak of dark red light, she hurriedly shot forward.
Junior Brother He followed closely behind. Before leaving, he turned his head, glared fiercely at Chen Yuan, and angrily spat out a final threat.
"You'd better pray Senior Brother Sima has a breath left... otherwise..."
With that, the dark red light once again streaked across the sky.
As those two figures rushed forward urgently, Wang Chen withdrew his gaze resentfully.
He swallowed hard, his face pale, his voice trembling slightly. "Senior Brother Chen..."
"What do we do now..."
Mao Yunshang and Junior Sister Su Liu also looked terrified, both turning their eyes to their pillar of support.
Seeing everyone look at him.
Chen Yuan opened his mouth, only to find it bitter, feeling like crying but having no tears.
How would he know what to do...
Back on the flying boat, Guest Elder Jiang had promised so clearly, saying she knew her limits.
He had thought she just wanted to take the Wusang Sect down a peg, to vent some anger for the Jieqing Sect.
Who knew that once this young lady started, she went straight for wiping them out?
This wasn't knowing limits... this was knowing how to cut a person into pieces...
But what could he do now?
If a Personal Disciple of the Wusang Sect were truly slain here...
Such a colossal disaster—forget about him, a mere Inner Sect Disciple—even if they bundled all four of them together and sold them off, they couldn't bear such responsibility.
"Let's go take a look first..."
With that, he steeled himself and also flew in that direction.
...
Two dark red streaks tore through the wind, arriving at great speed.
Seeing their Personal Disciple Senior Brother was at his last gasp, on the verge of death, Senior Sister Liu hurriedly shouted angrily, "We merely had some friction with you over the ownership of the merchant association. In the end, it was all just a joke... How dare you resort to a killing blow?!"
"We are all Disciples of Dao Sects. How can you act like this? If you kill him, the Wusang Sect and the Jieqing Sect will be locked in a fight to the death! Think clearly!"
Sensing the two streaks of light attacking from behind, Jiang Yuechu's expression remained impassive. She simply swung her arms in a reverse motion.
Two streams of light, one red and one white, roared forth.
The Scarlet Flame Fire Sword and the Extreme Cold Ice Blade left her hands, carrying a shriek that seemed to tear the Void Realm, heading straight for the two figures in mid-air.
Then.
Her blood-stained, snow-white sleeves fluttered violently in the wind.
Jiang Yuechu gripped the ten directions mountains and rivers staff with both hands.
Without any hesitation.
The long staff smashed forward!
Boom—
The earth shook, dust plumed into the sky.
[Killed Chess Player Realm creature. Gained 5,733 years of Dao Cultivation.]
In mid-air.
The red and white sword and blade exploded, forcefully halting the two onrushing dark red streaks of light.
As this sound faded.
Senior Sister Liu and Junior Brother He froze in mid-air, staring blankly at the horrifying pool of flesh and blood below, gradually revealing shock and fury.
Dead.
Senior Brother Sima, a dignified Personal Disciple of the Wusang Sect... was just dead.
"This..."
How dare she do this!
How dare she truly kill!
As the dust settled.
Jiang Yuechu's expression was calm. With practiced ease, she flicked her sleeve and casually stored all the corpses into a pouch.
After finishing this.
She slowly turned around.
Looking back indifferently.
In the girl's pitch-black eyes, there was not a trace of fear.
"You think it was a joke?"
Jiang Yuechu raised her hand, casually wiping away the blood splattered on her cheek.
"But I don't find it funny... If killing is deserved, then kill. There's no such thing as a misunderstanding."
"..."
As the girl's cool words dissipated in the wind.
Chen Yuan and the other three, who had hurriedly arrived, all fell into silence.
After a brief moment of daze.
Chen Yuan shuddered violently, instantly snapping back to his senses.
Now... since the person was already dead, what sense was there in trying to persuade Jiang Yuechu to stop and make peace?
If they let those two in mid-air return alive...
With witnesses and evidence present, the Wusang Sect would inevitably make trouble for the Jieqing Sect.
By then...
Under pressure from the other Dao Sects, forget about how this Guest Elder would fare.
They, the four ordinary Disciples present, would absolutely be thrown out to appease the Wusang Sect's wrath.
There was no choice but to go all the way!
Chen Yuan bit his tongue hard, using the coppery taste and sharp pain to suppress the panic in his heart.
His hands rapidly formed seals, the Qi Sea within him surging violently.
The central palace shot out from between his brows.
One of the dao chess pieces within it whistled out, instantly transforming into several Formation Flags that took up positions in the surrounding Void Realm.
The Formation Flags swelled in the wind, barely managing to seal off this area of heaven and earth.
"Guest Elder Jiang!"
Chen Yuan shouted urgently towards Jiang Yuechu, his eyes bloodshot, "Act quickly! My cultivation is low, this sealing Formation won't hold for long!"
Hearing this sharp shout.
Wang Chen, Mao Yunshang, and Junior Sister Su Liu all trembled.
They were, after all, clever people who had survived within the Dao Sect.
No matter how terrified they were in their hearts.
Now that Senior Brother Chen had even set up a Formation, clearly intending to silence the witnesses.
If they just stood there without acting...
Wouldn't that be openly showing discord with their companions?
By then, who knows if this ruthless Guest Elder might turn around and eliminate them too!
The three exchanged glances.
They all saw the helplessness in each other's eyes, then gritted their teeth and summoned their respective central palaces.
The spiritual light of their techniques blazed brilliantly as they all launched attacks towards the two figures in mid-air.
Damn...
They're crazy.
They're all fucking crazy!!!
In mid-air.
Senior Sister Liu and Junior Brother He, watching the Jieqing Sect Disciples below unleashing killing moves in unison, felt their scalps go numb.
These ordinary followers of the Jieqing Sect...
Where was the timid, yielding, cowardly image they remembered?
This ruthless method of leaving no survivors, so practiced and skilled...
They were clearly even more vicious than those of the Yao Race in Yunmeng Palace!