The once-lively discussion had somehow fallen silent.
As the plot of Zhu Xian progressed, a stifling, heavy, even despairing atmosphere descended over the theater area like dark clouds.
On the screen, atop Heaven-Connecting Peak, the main peak of the Qingyun Sect, the greatest righteous sect, a battle between righteousness and evil had reached its climax.
Zhang Xiaofan, once a simple, kind-hearted youth who chopped firewood and cooked meals in the back mountains, was now rejected by the righteous path and judged by his own sect because he possessed the secret of cultivating both Buddhist and Daoist arts.
"Why are they doing this?" Wang Dong stared fixedly at the screen, her fists clenched tight. "He clearly did nothing wrong! He was only keeping his promise to Master Puzhi! Why are these so-called righteous people forcing him like this?"
"Because, in their eyes, standing on the right side matters more than right or wrong." Huo Yuhao's voice was low, his gaze cold. "Those not of our kind must harbor different hearts..."
On the screen, Daoxuan, the Qingyun Sect's leader, brazenly activated the sect's grand mountain-guarding formation—the Zhu Xian Sword Formation—to uphold the righteous path's reputation and eliminate this "potential demon."
Rumble—
A colossal seven-colored sword slowly took shape in the sky, carrying the might to destroy heaven and earth as it locked onto the helpless youth below.
That crushing pressure seemed to pass through the screen and into every viewer's heart.
"This sword formation..." Ji Juechen's face went pale. Before such power, the sword-control technique he had just comprehended was no more than firefly light. This was true power capable of slaughtering gods and annihilating demons.
"Xiaofan! Run!" Wang Dong could not help shouting at the screen.
But Zhang Xiaofan did not run. Perhaps from despair, perhaps because he was too badly