Wu Zhiqi was shouting about fighting to the death, about the fish dying and the net tearing, but Su Xin knew he was merely fierce on the outside and weak within.
With a great army bearing down on them, Wu Zhiqi, as the Huanxi Cult's leader, had in truth already panicked.
Su Xin pointed at Wu Zhiqi and said, "There's something you got wrong. It should be you die, I live. After this battle, there will be no need for your Huanxi Cult to exist in this world any longer."
Having said that, Su Xin did not waste any more words on Wu Zhiqi. With a single order, more than ten thousand Dark Guard martial artists above the Xiantian Realm attacked at once, charging directly at the Huanxi Cult!
In terms of numbers, the Huanxi Cult had roughly as many people as Su Xin's side. Counting disciples of every age, they too numbered more than ten thousand.
But among those ten thousand people, only around a tenth—roughly a thousand—were martial artists above the Xiantian Realm. Most of the rest were merely in the Postnatal Realm.
Moreover, the low-level martial artists of the Huanxi Lineage had never been renowned in the Jianghu for their combat strength. The moment the two sides collided, the Huanxi Cult was already showing signs of collapse.
Wu Zhiqi gritted his teeth, but he did not retreat.
Beneath his feet lay the foundation the Huanxi Cult had accumulated over centuries. Unless there was truly no way out, he would never abandon the Huanxi Cult's roots.
He still had one final trump card he had yet to use: the Martial Arts World forces of the entire Longxi Circuit.
Enough ants could bite an elephant to death. The combined might of all the Martial Arts World forces in Longxi