A Brutal Battle, a Sudden Interloper

Yun Xingyu immediately sought out the Luo Family's two Purple Palace cultivators.

With his current Spirit Transformation cultivation, even though the two opponents shared the same origins and coordinated flawlessly, he blasted them apart with cloud-and-mist swords after only a few exchanges.

"Die!"

Killing intent flashed in Yun Xingyu's eyes. He wasted no more words, gathering an immense amount of spiritual power as he prepared to cut down his enemies first.

Seeing this, the Luo Family's two Purple Palace cultivators knew that their opponent had unleashed all his killing moves. Resisting that relentless barrage of attacks had already drained the spiritual power within them. Even with medicinal pills, they could scarcely circulate enough power to cast a technique capable of blocking this strike.

Is this where it ends?

Luo Zhoubai closed his eyes. Though Luo Yunxi had taken the initiative in starting this rebellion, it had truly been something that had lingered in Luo Zhoubai's heart for many years.

Back then, his elder brother had been forced to cultivate within the Myriad Clouds Sect. Yet when he returned, he bore grievous injuries, his foundation damaged. Faced with questions from their sect, the Myriad Clouds Sect's envoy had given a perfunctory explanation, calling it an accident.

From that day onward, he had resolved to rebel. While concealing his brilliance and biding his time to win the Myriad Clouds Sect's trust, he had secretly developed forces within the sect beyond their surveillance.

This tide of spiritual power between heaven and earth had originally seemed like an opportunity. But looking at things now, had they acted too hastily?

Luo Zhoubai looked toward his elder brother at his side, only to find that the man's eyes were fixed directly on the ground below.

Below was the battlefield where the sect's elite disciples were slaughtering