"Hmph! You have your plans and preparations, but how could the Great Zhao Dynasty and Demon Shadow Palace possibly have no countermeasures? Looking at things today, it seems we are... the ones a cut above!"
"Fellow Daoists, have you decided how you wish to die?"
"For many years now, Muyun Prefecture has not seen so many Nascent Souls, much less Nascent Soul cultivators dying in battle!!!"
Eight figures closed in, yet neither Zhao Mingyuan nor You Ruo, the leaders of the two sects, spoke.
Only Sun Wenyuan, standing beside Zhao Mingyuan, spoke repeatedly, his eyes brimming with boundless hatred.
Several decades ago, the assault on the Phantom Star Sect had originally been led by him.
Yet he... had suffered defeat in this very place.
Not only had he been grievously wounded, he had even lost to a Golden Pill Cultivator. This... had become a stain he could never wash away in his lifetime.
Toward the Three Sects, especially the Phantom Star Sect, his hatred ran deeper than that of anyone present.
"Die?"
The five people present were seizing every moment to regulate their breathing and suppress the injuries within their bodies.
Hearing Sun Wenyuan's words, all of them raised their brows, grim expressions appearing on their faces.
The word death was quite foreign to Nascent Soul cultivators.
Yet as their gazes swept across the situation before them, despair involuntarily surged up from the depths of their hearts.
Nascent Soul cultivators might have already stepped through the gates of the great path of cultivation.
But in the end, they were still mayflies between Heaven and Earth, not immortal beings who could neither die nor perish.
And they could all clearly foresee what would happen next.
There was absolutely no way to settle today's matter peacefully!
Fortunately... the seeds of the Sect