Sect Master, Don't Die!

"Sect Master, Don't Die!"

"The Demon Sect actually dared to come knocking! What audacity!"

Tang Dongyang flew on his sword without even a wire harness. In any case, no one else knew.

Standing in midair, he glared at a black-robed old man floating across from him and shouted angrily.

"Cackle, cackle, cackle! The Azure Mountain Sect is nothing special. This sect-protecting formation is as soft as cotton."

"Tang Dongyang, you didn't expect me to return, did you? Cackle, cackle, cackle!"

The black-robed old man known as the Demon Sect made strange noises from his mouth, black mist spreading around him. Who knew what kind of smoke machine he was using.

Still, that laugh was truly bizarre.

Gu Yuan stood nearby, utterly speechless. He had already transmigrated to another world, yet he still could not escape that cackling laughter.

Could it be that villains throughout all the heavens and myriad worlds really laughed like this?

"The Seven Sons of the Demon Sect! I never expected you to strike together. It seems the Demon Sect truly thinks highly of my Azure Mountain Sect!"

"Elders, meet the enemy!"

Words that did not align were not worth half a sentence. Tang Dongyang intended to finish acting sooner and return to rest sooner.

At his command, several great elders of the inner sect appeared one after another.

They were no mere window dressing; they were all genuine cultivators.

The few of them exchanged glances, then followed Tang Dongyang's instructions and acted according to the production team's script.

This battle!

Blood mist filled the sky, and all manner of lighting effects flooded the heavens.

On the ground, the inner sect disciples also marched out, while the outer sect disciples remained slightly farther back.

Lin Hao naturally wanted to contribute as well.

But it was strange.

Every