Before long, Ye Liuli and her party arrived near the sect.
More than three thousand elders crept into the rear mountains and lay in the grass, not daring to breathe too loudly.
Ye Liuli timed it just right and waved her hand.
"Move!"
As soon as she spoke, she led a band of Golden Armor Army troops straight into the sect. The moment they entered, they found a suitable sucker to target.
Ye Liuli gave the elder beside her a meaningful look.
The elder understood at once. He took out a somewhat weathered demonic artifact and, with a whoosh, planted it in the ground right in front of the man's feet.
"Huh?"
The cultivator lowered his head to look at the demonic artifact on the ground, his brows knitting tightly together.
"This thing... why does it feel so familiar?"
Before he could figure it out, a furious shout suddenly came from behind him. "How dare you, demon! To think you were hiding here!"
Elder Da Ming jolted.
"Why do these lines sound so familiar too?"
He spun around and looked at the Golden Armor Army before him, his brows furrowing again. "Something's wrong!"
"Last time, it was Purple-Gold Battle Armor. Why is it golden armor this time?"
Ye Liuli: "..."
The elders: "..."
Oh no.
They seemed to have walked into the wrong play.
Not only was the elder unafraid, but killing intent radiated from his entire body.
Back then, a group of troops in Purple-Gold Battle Armor claiming to be from the Emperor Pavilion had extorted ten million spirit stones from his Red Glow Sect. Even the elders' coffin money had gone toward paying them off.
After finally changing their names and bringing a million disciples into this remote mountain valley to hide, they had barely enjoyed a few