They had only just seen off Gu Changqing.
And now Tongtian was having another go?
What was more, Tongtian had brought out the Four Immortal-Slaying Swords outright this time.
Even a Sage would frown at the sight.
As for the Chan Sect disciples, their strength made them nothing more than ants beneath the Four Immortal-Slaying Swords.
At that moment, the Twelve Golden Immortals and the tens of thousands of ordinary Chan Sect disciples all paled, their pupils contracting as they stared at the Four Immortal-Slaying Swords in the air.
"Master, save us..."
"Master, I don't want to die!"
"No, Martial Uncle Tongtian, you can't do this."
Their cries rang out, shrill with terror.
At the sight, Yuanshi's face turned as dark as still water, and he said nothing.
Matters had clearly reached a point where there was no retreat.
If Yuanshi insisted on wiping out Gu Changqing...
Then, without a doubt, not a single Chan Sect disciple would survive.
This Saint's Lineage would be destroyed as well.
As he watched the Immortal-Slaying Sword Array radiate towering waves of blood-red light, about to descend upon the Twelve Golden Immortals and the others...
Yuanshi could no longer remain calm.
"You... Tongtian, stop!"
He hastily roared.
This was no joke. Daoxing Tianzun had already died.
If another being on the level of the Twelve Golden Immortals perished, the Chan Sect would suffer a grievous blow from which it would struggle to recover.
Hearing him, Tongtian willed the Four Immortal-Slaying Swords to rein in their might a little.
Then he gave Yuanshi a meaningful look, silently waiting for what he would say next.
Yuanshi's expression shifted.
Only after a long while did he finally grit his teeth, utterly unwilling.
"Bastard!"
He spat out the curse.
Yet he had no choice but to bring out