"Fellow Daoists, Phantom Star Sect has fallen to its present state. Xi Longxuan knows his sins run deep, and he cannot escape blame. But whether Phantom Star Sect's inheritance of several thousand years can endure now rests entirely on this battle!"
Two bright flashes streaked through Xi Longxuan's eyes. He knew that whether they waited for those from the Sinful Path to act or for the seniors of the Secret Pavilion to return, this was their final chance.
Without a moment's thought, he too shouted loudly.
The instant his words fell, he gritted his teeth and swallowed a strange spirit pill. Enduring his injuries by force, he once again urged his True Yuan. Resplendent moonlight emerged anew, shrouding his entire body.
Dense killing intent likewise locked onto Sun Wenyuan, who was restrained ahead of them!
Only then did the others begin urging their True Yuan and activating their techniques. Though their hearts remained full of vigilance and unease, Su Shi'er had attacked first, and now Ouyang Yi and Xi Longxuan had also taken action. This gave them tremendous encouragement, and the killing intent in their eyes surged sharply.
They all understood the stakes. If they wished to preserve Phantom Star Sect, this was the crucial opportunity. Even if they could not kill Sun Wenyuan, severely injuring him would achieve the same result.
"Su Shi'er, you dare! Don't even think of harming my brother!"
On the Great Zhao Dynasty's luxurious flying vessel, Sun Wenzhu's pupils contracted. Seeing so many attacks targeting his brother Sun Wenyuan at once, he immediately grew anxious.
Worried for Sun Wenyuan's safety, he did not care whether Sun Wenyuan still possessed the strength to fight back. With an angry rebuke, he acted decisively.
The folding fan in his hand tore through the air and swelled against the