"Deacon Xiao, help me!"
Unable to keep fending them off, Deacon Sun turned his head and shouted anxiously toward Xiao Xi'er.
His eyes seemed filled with bewilderment.
As though he were questioning Xiao Xi'er—why was she indulging these disciples who had betrayed the sect and allowing them to slaughter their fellow disciples?
"..."
Xiao Xi'er remained silent.
Xiao Xi'er did not know whether wading into this muddy water was right or wrong.
But she was unwilling to watch Deacon Sun—who had once reached out and pulled her up when she had been at her most desperate after Master was imprisoned—be killed by these disciples who had betrayed the sect.
And in that instant, Xiao Xi'er had already made her choice.
She would stop these people's rebellion and fight for the sect's orthodox lineage.
Xiao Xi'er's figure flashed.
Her pale green Daoist robe trailed an afterimage through the firelight.
Bang!
The sound was not loud.
A Martial Spring Realm cultivator who had betrayed the sect was sent flying sideways, crashing into the wall beside him.
The wall caved in from the impact.
Cracks spread in all directions from around the man's body, while shards of stone pattered down.
The Martial Spring Realm traitor's eyes widened. Bright red blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his gaze slowly lost focus.
His heart meridians had been completely shattered.
The entire scene fell silent.
The disciples who had been besieging Deacon Sun all revealed stunned expressions.
Whether they had been intimidated by the Qi Sea Realm cultivator's attack or for some other reason, no one moved.
"Senior Xiao, why..."
Behind her, the leading disciple who had betrayed the sect, who had been standing there without moving all along, spoke up.
His voice was exceedingly grave, seemingly mixed with a trace of incomprehension.