There Really Are So Many Old Schemers

At his words, Heavenly Light True Monarch's Platinum Glazed Dharma Image could not help but tremble slightly.

A barely perceptible ripple appeared in the frozen Profound Light Crystal Stone Domain.

Though Heavenly Light True Monarch had always been at odds with Crimson Yang, they were both True Monarchs of the Myriad Chariots Sword Sect. Xu Yunfan's actions were no different from publicly desecrating a corpse—a naked humiliation and provocation.

However, when he thought of the upheaval within the sect caused by Crimson Yang's death and Tongxuan's severe injuries, as well as Bodhi Zen Pure Land watching them like a tiger eyeing its prey, fighting Xu Yunfan to the death now would only let those bald donkeys reap the benefits.

As for Lu Chunyang, the Myriad Chariots Sword Sect's nominal Sect Master, that top-tier Mid Golden Core expert would not concern himself with the dirty struggles between the sect's various families.

From a certain perspective, the deaths of people like True Monarch Chiyang and True Monarch Tongxuan would even be a good thing for him.

Only then could he truly take control of the Myriad Chariots Sword Sect.

Heavenly Light True Monarch's thoughts raced. In the end, burdened by too many misgivings, he said no more. That congealed killing intent slowly subsided, like a volcano forcibly sealed in ice.

Taking advantage of this opening, the Platinum Dharma Image flickered faintly.

Among the Myriad Chariots Sword Sect's army of cultivators, which had long been standing by in the distance, countless sharp sword lights suddenly flared to life.

With North Pole Peak disciples as the main force, sweeping up sword cultivators from the other peaks, they became streaks of sword rainbows like an iron flood bursting through a dam, charging fiercely into the not-yet-fully-closed crack in Attila Realm's barrier.

The sword lights were