A Mantis Arm Against a Chariot Was Ultimately Futile

Yun Xingyu, having gained the divine power of the Spirit Transformation realm, looked down upon everyone, his eyes brimming with arrogance.

He had thoroughly grasped the crux of the matter and tasted the true sweetness of the power that came with being the master of a great sect.

He would never let go. He was determined to make everything turn according to his will.

The many elders of the Myriad Clouds Sect exchanged looks, dissatisfied in their hearts, yet no one dared step forward to confront the sect master who had already fallen into madness.

The many subordinate sect masters opposite them wore ugly expressions. The Luo Family's two Purple Mansion cultivators stepped forward voluntarily, shielding their own prodigy and hoping only that he could rely on the remaining two Spirit Gun shots to settle the fate of all beneath heaven in one stroke.

This was the only solution at present!

Quite a few Purple Mansion cultivators from other sects who were watching frowned.

As fellow great sects, they had no intention of commenting on another sect's internal turmoil. Yet what had happened today had given them no small amount of food for thought.

Regarding the relationship between sects and their subordinates, they all felt that once they returned to their own sects, they needed to discuss the matter at length.

"Yet from the looks of it now, all we can do is watch the last afterglow of Northern Province's cultivation world fade."

Someone spoke in a low voice, and his words drew agreement from those nearby.

The current sect master of the Myriad Clouds Sect had completely descended into lunacy. What he was doing now was no different from the demonic sects and crooked paths.

Why did the world reject demonic cultivators?

It was not because they exploited lower-level