The Ghost Cloud Eighteen Riders were already the core strength of the mysterious force known as the Heavenly Alliance. They had taken years to cultivate, consuming countless manpower and resources, with the financial cost impossible to estimate.
Now, every one of them had been wiped out at once. The Heavenly Alliance's most elite force had been swept away in an instant, and even Mu Guiyuan, a Celestial Phenomenon-level expert, had been taken down by Uchiha Madara. Qing'er would likely face severe punishment this time.
His divine sense spread outward as Uchiha Madara took a step forward.
The enormous water dragon beneath his feet let out a furious roar, swept up all the ice sculptures on the ground, and flew back to the open space outside the Black Tiger Sect.
"Senior!"
Everyone had been waiting outside the Black Tiger Sect for quite some time, though their expressions varied. Yu Lingxin's face was filled with eager delight; she had absolute confidence in Uchiha Madara's strength. The Jade-Faced Swordsman and Lady Zhou were utterly astonished, while Song Yiyuan wore the joy of someone who had chosen the right side.
Though they all appeared much the same at this moment, Uchiha Madara had long since weighed them in his heart and understood everything clearly.
To travel through the Myriad Worlds, witness all the facets of life, and cultivate one's body and spirit—this isn't such a bad choice.
He thought to himself, then caught sight of Mu Guiyuan.
However, a cultivator like him had first been suppressed by Uchiha Madara's Profound Water power, then had his consciousness and dantian sealed. He had now collapsed unconscious, looking like an old man at the end of his life, no longer capable of continuing to aid evil.
Crash!
Uchiha Madara withdrew his Profound Water power, and several ice