In the sky, hundreds of massive airwaves surged, where the torrential rain fell like a waterfall, the noise was deafening, as if large stars were exploding, a terrifying lake poured down, like the Milky Way from the nine heavens cascading downwards, a scene of bewildering chaos.
Everyone was frantically retreating,
Even Gu Zhan was retreating backward,
For a long ti, the chaos finally ended,
The terrifying river waves once again resembled a sky collapse, the heavenly river flooding, endlessly spreading towards the earth, surging and erupting furiously.
In the sky,
Several Supre Grandmasters from the Demon Dao appeared quite disheveled,
Ye Zhaonan, draped in a black robe, crashed onto a mountain top, directly smashing a cliff, looking sowhat dejected and forlorn, while the other Demon Dao Grandmasters also weren’t much better, all scattered disheveled everywhere.
However, on the side of the Righteous Dao, although the six Supre Grandmasters were not as disheveled as those from the Demon Dao, each was still disheveled and spiritless.
Ye Zhaonan tore his tattered robe and threw it on the ground, saying in a deep voice: "Well done, Mo Jingzhou, you have the guts, facing death yet not thinking of living a few more years, daring to gamble with life, in this battle, I concede my defeat without sha, let’s see how many more days your Beidou Bang can hang on!"
Mo Jingzhou stood on a mountaintop, pale and bloodless, his body hunched, his full head of hair had turned white, blown by the wind causing him to cough continuously.
Fortunately, Wei Wuya was tily in infusing him with a stream of True Essence, stabilizing his extrely depleted vitality and blood. He looked at Ye Zhaonan, saying in a deep voice: "My Beidou Bang doesn’t need you, Ye Zhaonan, to worry about."
"Hmph," Ye Zhaonan wiped the blood from his mouth, saying: "Those so-called Renowned and Righteous Sects are nothing but hypocrites, although I don’t know what incentives they gave you to make you so willing, if you think they will keep their promise, hahahaha, you’d wait and see, no, you won’t be able to see it, I will watch your Beidou Bang be obliterated!"
Wei Wuya spoke: "Ye Zhaonan, there’s no need for such sowing of discord, in this battle, your Demon Dao has already lost."
Ye Zhaonan flung his sleeves and said: "The Ghost King Sect will withdraw from the Linglun Mountain Range today!"
With that,
With that, Ye Zhaonan simply waved his hand, turned around, and retreated into the depths of the Ten Thousand Mountains while countless Demon Dao martial artists retreated like a tide, heading into the interior of various mountain ranges.
At this mont,
Ye Zhaonan suddenly stopped and scanned Bright Moon Gorge all around, finally fixing his gaze on Gu Zhan, who was standing with hands behind his back on a small hilltop, and said in a deep voice: "Youngster, I have road the world for sixty years, the only miscalculation was on you, you are quite remarkable."
At that mont, everyone’s gaze converged on Gu Zhan.
Gu Zhan said calmly: "I hope you don’t see again in the future, I am concerned you might not et a good end."
"Hmph," Ye Zhaonan snorted coldly, saying: "The next ti we et, I must first cut you down, to avenge those who died at your hands for my Holy Dao, surveying the entire Yunxi Martial World, all are so useless people, only you, this brat, have the potential to unify Yunxi and duel with again!"
Saying so, Ye Zhaonan turned and flew away.
Until this mont,
People from the Righteous Dao side finally let out a long sigh of relief,
Many began to cheer.
Their tense expressions also relaxed.
Gu Zhan stood on the mountaintop, his pupils slightly narrowed.
The last words from Ye Zhaonan before leaving, seemingly praising him, actually placed him on a pedestal, making every sect in Yunxi start to harbor suspicion and opposition towards him.
The talent and strength he now displayed were enough to shake the sects of Yunxi, and if anyone investigated his past, they would instantly feel threatened,
A person who commands obedience or faces destruction can be a genius, but must not distance himself too far ahead, otherwise, where he stands, there can only be conquest and slaughter!
However,
Gu Zhan rely smiled slightly, not taking Ye Zhaonan’s insidious sches to heart,
No battles, no enemies,
there would be no experience points,
how mundane would the world be then?
...
This Righteous versus Demon battle,
is over,
unlike the last Righteous versus Demon battle that was so tragic, although they won in the end, it was only a pyrrhic victory, whereas this ti, the Righteous Dao triumphed greatly over the Demon Dao.
Among all forces,
many could not help but reveal a smile on their faces,
Today’s battle, although each sect incurred substantial losses, overall it was a good thing, taking over the Linglun Mountain Range was akin to directly opening a barrier between Yunxi and the Northern Territory.
From now on,
Yunxi and the Northern Territory can connect seamlessly, able to defend or ally with the White Lotus Sect, making the Court cautious, and revoke the Cyan Gorge Covenant’s restrictions.
The so-called thirty-year plan has beco a joke,
The Court this ti, trying to steal a chicken, ended up losing the rice, not only failing to destroy Yunxi but giving Yunxi Martial World a righteous cause to beco independent.
The war concluded,
though won, it was always a case of so are joyful, so are sorrowful.
Gu Zhan didn’t bother with these,
directly stepping into the lake, commanding the water, sped towards the mountain range where Mo Jingzhou and others were resting, simultaneously, many masters from various Righteous Dao sects also flew over.
Arriving on the mountaintop,
Mo Jingzhou was being supported by Wei Wuya, seeing Gu Zhan approaching, his pale face showed a hint of a smile, saying to Wei Wuya: "Brother Wei, with the young ones from the gang here, you need not worry about my safe return!"
Wei Wuya, watching Gu Zhan coming over the water, a flicker of peculiarity flashed in his eyes,
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