The Interception Sect vs. the Western Teachings

More and more figures emerged from the enormous rift torn open by sword energy.

The auras of those in the lead were every bit as formidable as Holy Mother Huoling's had been. They were all Quasi-Saint mighty figures!

One wore a robe patterned with the Eight Trigrams. Her features were delicate, her expression solemn. She was Saint Mother Jinling.

Another seemed to drift in and out of existence, as though she did not belong to this world. She was Saint Mother Wudang.

A third bore a turtle shell on her back, her aura deep as the sea. She was Saint Mother Guiling.

Behind them came Zhao Gongming, Lady San Xiao, Wuyun Xian, Qiushou Xian... One after another, the Interception Sect immortals renowned from the great battle of the Investiture of the Gods appeared!

And behind them stood a dense, uncountable host of Interception Sect disciples!

Humans, demons, spirits, monsters—every kind and every race was there!

Every one of them carried a fierce, unruly killing aura that dared to contend with heaven!

This aura, gathered from tens of thousands of immortals, differed from Chi You's pure fighting spirit and the Asuras' blood-soaked bloodlust. It was a supreme Sword Intent that declared, "My fate is mine, not heaven's!"

The Interception Sect—Ten Thousand Immortals Pay Homage!

At that moment, the entire Peach Mountain battlefield fell silent.

Chi You and Haotian, still locked in battle; King Ksitigarbha, who had just arrived; every mighty figure watching from afar—all were stunned by the terrifying spectacle.

Had the entire Interception Sect come pouring out?

Had Sect Master Tongtian gone mad?

For a disciple's disciple, he had brought out the Interception Sect's entire strength?

"M-Master!"

Holy Mother Huoling gazed at the familiar figures, especially the middle-aged Daoist at their head. Clad in Daoist robes, a pagoda resting on