Seeking an Audience

The three disciples who had been kicked away forced themselves back to their feet, tears streaming down their faces as they prepared to charge forward again, only to be firmly held back.

"Meaningless sacrifices serve no purpose. What you need to do is leave now. When the day comes that you are strong enough, then return for vengeance."

"We cannot afford to offend the Esoteric Sect, but shielding your escape amid the chaos can at least repay the karma Taiji Sect once owed us."

Wanru's voice rang beside the three men's ears. Every gaze was filled with boundless fury and hatred. At this moment, the Esoteric Sect had become their inner demon and their endless obsession!

An eerie Sanskrit chant resounded. Black Sanskrit characters pulsed across Deng Yuechan's snow-white skin, while two scripture wheels resembling ordinary talismans formed deep within her pupils.

The instant those Sanskrit characters sank into her skin, a sinister smile rose at the corner of Ning Zhirou's lips. With a casual flick, she tossed Deng Yuechan straight into Bai Yu's arms, her entire body trembling without cease.

"Good disciple, this woman is yours from now on."

Ning Zhirou swept her gaze over the surroundings, her icy voice echoing again and again. At this moment, the absolute tyranny of the Myriad-Transformation Spirit Matron Bodhisattva was displayed to the fullest!

Right or wrong did not matter. Grudges and debts did not matter. So long as the Esoteric Sect had set its eyes on something, it could not escape her!

With a warm, soft body in his arms, Bai Yu raised a brow at Ning Zhirou's display. So this was how things could be played in the Upperstream?

The true source of the Five Turbid Evils had always been at the highest level. Even heaven's chosen and sect masters