Winds and Clouds Converge, Summoning Heavenly Thunder

Ye Xiu stepped forward and faced the storm head-on.

A streak of flowing light flashed through his hand, and vast spiritual power gathered into a sword in an instant.

"You stand by with cold eyes, but Heyang City cannot bear to watch living beings suffer such devastation."

"If none of you are willing to resist, choosing only to vent your resentment upon the innocent, then let me do it!"

He let out a long howl. Sword qi then streaked through the air, gathering in an instant into a vast radiance.

Behind him, countless Spirit Guns fired as one. Their overwhelming firepower forcefully breached the gap of more than two realms and, in an instant, pressed down upon Yun Xingyu's immense pressure.

As the storm dispersed, everyone saw that True Person Huai Jin still stood aloft. Though his robes were disheveled and several wounds had appeared on his body, the light in his eyes only shone brighter.

"Many thanks to Brother Mo for your generous aid."

True Person Huai Jin bowed deeply to Ye Xiu before him.

"I invited you here to witness the ceremony, yet instead, I let you see such a joke."

As he spoke, a clear look of regret appeared on True Person Huai Jin's face.

Yet Ye Xiu merely waved it off. "No matter. Had I not come this time, I would not have known that such internal strife had arisen within the Alliance."

His piercing gaze fell upon Luo Yunxi before him, his eyes carrying a sharp, scrutinizing chill.

"If I recall correctly, the Alliance itself has never allocated Spirit Guns to small sects like yours. These modifications to the Spirit Guns were clearly done by those artifact refiners, and now they have even taken out experimental products still under internal development..."

Ye Xiu still wore