Open the Martial Arsenal
"Long live the Sect Master!" Only after Zhao Shifeng's corpse had completely disintegrated did Zhao Xiuyuan come to his senses. He thrust up his arm and shouted, his expression brimming with excitement. The new Sect Master's strength was astonishing—every bit as formidable as the former Sect Master of the Thunderclap Immortal Sect. Even if the old Sect Master returned now, he might not be able to defeat this nameless senior.
Looking at the Lotus Avatar, Zhao Xiuyuan seemed to see a future filled with boundless light.
"Long live the Sect Master!"
"Long live the Sect Master!" Shao Hong, Liao Yuanshan, and the other immortals and cultivators also raised their arms and shouted. The True Immortal from the Earthblade Palace had been killed just like that, without a second thought. This new Sect Master was far more forceful than the former Sect Master and elders.
The immortals and cultivators from the Earthblade Palace tried to pilot their giant vessel and flee. But before it could even get moving, the Lotus Avatar, who had just killed Zhao Shifeng, was already hovering in front of it. Lightning flashed and thunder roared on all sides, while several flying swords hung above the vessel.
"Surrender, or die," the Lotus Avatar said, his voice indifferent.
The immortals and cultivators aboard the vessel naturally wanted to escape back to the Earthblade Palace. But the god of slaughter had already blocked their path, and the vessel could not outrun him. Yet if they surrendered now, when the Palace Master came for them later, they would be no different from traitors to the Earthblade Palace—and their fate would be no better.
"You have three breaths to decide." His voice swept through every heart like a howling, frigid wind, chilling them to the bone.
"Senior, your