On the Heaven-Mending Platform, over a hundred thousand disciples knelt prostrate. The blood patterns beneath their feet surged, transforming into streams of blood qi that wound around their bodies.
"Elder, I'm not a Demonic Path spy!"
"You're the Demonic Cultivator! You thief! May you die a miserable death!"
"Ridiculous! So many Demonic Path spies—what a colossal joke! I never expected the Taixuan Sect to be so dark. And you call yourselves Taicang's foremost righteous sect? Hahaha! Before long, even the Great Cang Dynasty will be destroyed!"
"Chu Xian, even if I die, I won't let you off as a ghost!"
"Do you not fear the wrath of both man and god for such deeds? Do you not fear retribution?"
Cries, pleas for mercy, curses, and countless other voices filled Outer Sect City.
On the stone pillar at the center of the Heaven-Mending Platform, blood began to surge upward through every groove from the base, like veins filling with blood—strange and horrifying.
Rolling storm clouds came sweeping in from all directions, swiftly covering the skies above Outer Sect City and plunging the city into darkness.
The pale golden barrier emitted by the Demon-Subduing Umbrella began to manifest, shrouding the entire city. Those disciples who had not gone onto the Heaven-Mending Platform tried to flee, but they could not break through it at all.
Ye Lan trembled as she tried to rise, yet she could not do so. Feeling her spiritual power being drained away, her eyes were filled with panic and despair.
Su Han and Zhen Qin beside her were no different. They could not even speak, only wait in despair for death to descend.
In the distance.
Inside a pavilion.
The Hunchbacked Elder watched Chu Xian's figure, his expression grave. "I never expected him to be so powerful. The geniuses