Surprise Attack, Beast Tide Assault!

Due to Chen Fan's request, Chen Jianjun, the Grand Sect Master, did not come along.

According to tradition, as an elder, he needed to remain at the Seven Kill Sect to preside over the proceedings, waiting for the wedding procession to return so they could pay their respects to him as the senior figure.

Of course.

Even though Chen Fan had spoken, Chen Jianjun still felt uneasy and dispatched more than half of the sect's elders to accompany them.

At the same time.

There were dozens of elite disciples from the Seven Kill Sect, every one of them a Spirit Master above the rank of Spirit King.

A team composed in such a way could even sweep through sects that lacked a Titled Douluo, so it was certainly a grand display.

However... to be fair.

Compared to Chen Fan's vigilance, some of the elders appeared much more relaxed.

This was the subconscious drawback of having lived in seclusion for many years.

"Hey, Lao Shan, why do you think the Sect Master took a fancy to that Cardinal?"

The Seventh Elder leaned in and asked in a low voice.

"Why do you care so much?"

Elder Lao Shan rolled his eyes. "As long as the Sect Master likes her, that's enough."

"That's not what I meant."

The Seventh Elder gave a sheepish smile. "I just feel that with the Sect Master's conditions, marrying a Saintess would be more than enough..."

"Shut up."

The Third Elder, who was leading the team, sank his face. "Say less of that kind of talk."

The Seventh Elder shrank his neck, not daring to say another word.

The procession headed north, moving slowly in the direction of the Seven Kill Sect.

But just then!

"ROAR--!"

A deafening beast roar exploded from the dense forest!

Immediately following, dozens of scarlet eyes lit up in the depths of the gloomy woods, like blood-colored lanterns.

"Situation! Everyone, take defensive positions!"

The First Elder shouted, releasing his Martial Soul first as eight spirit rings appeared in succession.

The other elders reacted quickly, their spirit power surging as they shielded the entire wedding procession in the center.

The procession responded in haste.

"Hm?"

"Are they all ten-thousand-year spirit beasts?"

"Wait!"

Chen Fan, riding on his horse, saw the ambushing spirit beasts and his gaze sharpened!

These wolf-like spirit beasts seemed somewhat abnormal.

Chen Fan noticed that their eyes were as scarlet as blood and saliva dripped from their mouths; even under the pressure released by the several Spirit Douluo elders, they ignored it entirely and attacked the procession like madmen.

"Protect the bride!"

The elders immediately gathered around the eight-bearer sedan chair and struck out one after another, beating back the charging spirit beasts.

With the elders guarding it, the sedan chair was naturally safe.

The sedan curtains did not move in the slightest, and the person inside did not even let out a cry of alarm.

But just then.

Several wolf-type spirit beasts, ranging from thirty to fifty thousand years of cultivation, suddenly lunged from the woods, attacking the sedan chair.

"Watch out!"

The elders' expressions changed drastically as they quickly used their Martial Soul Avatars to desperately block the sneak attack.

However!

Just as they finished killing those wolf-type spirit beasts, they saw several rhino-like spirit beasts suddenly charge out from the other side, slamming fiercely into the horse Chen Fan was riding.

"MOO!"

Hearing this sound, the Third Elder, who was leading the team, turned pale. "Oh no!"

"Quick, protect the Sect Master!"

However.

That lowing sound seemed to be some kind of signal.

Several more of the same rhino-type spirit beasts rushed out of the woods, like a beast tide, bellowing "moo" frantically while charging at full speed!

"It's over!"

"Sect Master, watch out!"

Third Elder turned pale with fright, desperate to rush over and provide aid, but he was pinned down by two Iron-Horned Rhinoceroses.

"Damn it... which genius cooked up this mess?"

Chen Fan had already dismounted and summoned his martial soul, gripping the Seven Kill Sword in his hand. Seeing the scene before him, he cursed inwardly.

However, with only forty-nine levels of soul power, he stood no chance of going head-to-head against a herd of these rhinoceroses. He could only rely on erratic footwork, narrowly dodging one of the beasts by a hair's breadth.