Duan Yu walked into the midst of the six eminent monks, sat down cross-legged, and began circulating the North Sea Divine Art.
"Come!"
Master Yideng ordered, "Join me and channel the power of your respective divine swords into Yu'er's body!"
"Yes!"
The five monks complied. All six swords entered Duan Yu's body at once, and he was immediately overwhelmed, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
"Yu'er, hold on!"
Duan Yu could no longer speak. Enduring the impact of the immense power, he formed hand seals and, under the watchful eyes of the six eminent monks, successfully unleashed the Six Meridian Divine Sword.
"Good!"
Six Paths Sword Qi shot forth, but before it could approach Myriad Ages Wither Bloom, it collapsed midway.
The six eminent monks suffered a backlash. Even Master Yideng spat out a mouthful of blood.
Everyone's expressions instantly turned bleak.
"Brother Duan, are we continuing?"
Having stabilized the Saintly Power of the other three, Wang Chongyang asked with an ugly expression.
Master Yideng fell silent. Benyin sighed beside him. "Our ancestors once said that as long as the Duan Family's descendants were united as one, it could be done. Why? Why did we fail?"
Just then, a strange voice rang out above Tianlong Temple.
"Who said the Dali Duan Family is united as one?"
Who?
Pairs of eyes turned toward the entrance. With a clang, the Duan Family disciples stationed at the door, already suffering from the backlash of the power, were blown sprawling in every direction.
An ugly man appeared, supporting himself with a crutch.
Behind him stood two others with equally strange faces.
"The Four Evildoers have come to pay a visit!"
"Boss, Second Sister is already dead. I'm Yue Lao Er now, so we can only call ourselves the Three Evildoers!"
"Shut up!"