Before Ouyang could teach the Devil Race Sacred Son before him a lesson he would never forget as a man.
The Grand Formation surrounding Little Mountain Peak suddenly activated.
Like a dome of air, the Grand Formation instantly enveloped all of Little Mountain Peak.
Ouyang's heart lurched. Why had the mountain-protecting formations, always managed by his third junior brother Chen Changsheng, activated on their own?
Was the Azure Cloud Sect about to be wiped out?
The ever-cautious Chen Changsheng would never make a move lightly. Whenever something happened, he always edged back behind everyone else.
Why had he suddenly activated every mountain-protecting formation on Little Mountain Peak this time?
Ouyang was not the only one startled. Xiao Bai, standing beside him, instantly unleashed his sword intent, filling the sky above Little Mountain Peak with countless invisible swords.
A whistle tore through the air. Sword in hand, Leng Qingsong smashed straight through the newly repaired roof. His entire body was like a keen blade as he fixed a deadly stare on Ling Feng and Zu Yuan in the sky.
Both of them knew Chen Changsheng's temperament just as well. Unless something threatened their very survival, Chen Changsheng would never activate every formation!
Wind and clouds shifted abruptly over Little Mountain Peak. Under the Grand Formation's influence, heaven and earth seemed to have turned upside down.
Wind, fire, thunder, and lightning clamored in the sky. Rain poured down in torrents, then transformed into invisible swords.
At the very center of it all, Ling Feng and Zu Yuan turned deathly pale.
The instant the Grand Formation activated, Ling Feng felt immense pressure descend on him.
The intricate, exquisite, pale-gold formation diagram faintly appearing overhead filled even him, a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator, with despair.
Not to mention Bai Feiyu and Leng Qingsong below, standing with swords in hand, already locked onto him and ready to strike at any moment.
Clearly, both were only in the Core Formation Realm, yet Ling Feng was certain that he would not last three moves against either one's sword!
"Little Mountain Peak breeds monsters!"
Ling Feng had never believed that saying, which quietly circulated through the Azure Cloud Sect. He had merely treated the people of Little Mountain Peak a little more favorably.
Now, however, Ling Feng understood what it meant. Whenever he saw them in the future, he would absolutely take a detour!
"S-senior brother... what are they trying to do? Slaughter their fellow disciples?" Zu Yuan, riding his white crane, was only in the Core Formation Realm. Under such overwhelming pressure, even his voice trembled. He looked to Ling Feng for help, still scarcely able to believe what was happening.
This was the Azure Cloud Sect!
One of the Nine Great Sacred Lands!
Zu Yuan still refused to believe they would dare slaughter fellow disciples!
He was a genius!
A genius seen only once in ten thousand years!
Although he had only recently joined the Azure Cloud Sect, he did not believe the sect would stand by and watch a peerless genius like him die in an internal dispute!
Seeing Zu Yuan turn to him for help, Ling Feng gave a bitter laugh and stepped in front of him. He addressed Ouyang below, who looked just as bewildered. "Senior Brother Ou, if Junior Brother Zu and I have offended Little Mountain Peak in any way, I offer my apologies now. Please show us mercy!"
"I don't even fucking know what's going on! And you're asking me to show mercy?" Ouyang looked blankly at Bai Feiyu beside him.
"Xiao Bai, what's going on?" Ouyang asked quietly.
"Senior Brother Chen is about to strike!" Bai Feiyu did not know what was happening either, but for the cautious Chen Changsheng to suddenly erupt and bring out every trump card, he must have discovered something.
Just as Ouyang was about to ask more, an enormous golden formation diagram silently took shape amid the dark clouds.
Over a hundred Chen Changshengs in purple Daoist robes slowly emerged from the enormous golden formation diagram!
Every Chen Changsheng had the same aura. Empowered by the formation, their Core Formation Realm cultivation kept climbing, reaching the pseudo-Nascent Soul level in the blink of an eye.
Hundreds of Chen Changshengs surrounded Zu Yuan and Ling Feng, slowly drawing the longswords at their waists.
Hundreds of longswords left their sheaths at once, ringing out in a chorus of clear sword cries.
The murderous atmosphere made the surrounded Ling Feng and Zu Yuan immediately draw their own weapons.
Hundreds of cultivators comparable to those in the Nascent Soul Realm!
Where the fuck had all these Nascent Soul Realm cultivators come from?
Ling Feng's gaze was cold as he surveyed the hundreds of murderous Chen Changshengs before him. Every one of them looked exactly alike.
Yet none of them was fake. He could sense that every Chen Changsheng was a living, breathing person!
Hundreds of people with identical appearances and identical cultivation!
What kind of secret art was this?
Even as the sect master's eldest disciple, this was his first time seeing such a heaven-defying secret art!
At the nascent soul third layer realm, he would not survive even a second under the combined assault of hundreds of Nascent Soul Realm cultivators, let alone protect Zu Yuan behind him.
This was the first time Ouyang had seen Chen Changsheng so decisive and ruthless. He had actually brought out every puppet he had ever made!
And Chen Changsheng himself had to be among those puppets!
Ouyang narrowed his eyes, locking onto a figure standing slightly behind the hundreds of Chen Changshengs.
The hundreds of Chen Changshengs watched Ling Feng and Zu Yuan silently, then spoke in unison. "Senior Brother Ling, please leave!"
Chen Changsheng's target was Zu Yuan behind Ling Feng!
Hearing Chen Changsheng's words, Ling Feng showed no change in expression. He simply reached slowly behind his back and drew a strangely shaped longsword.
With a sword in each hand, Ling Feng said calmly, "From the moment Junior Brother Zu called me senior brother on his first day up the mountain, I became his senior brother, and he became my junior brother!"
"Senior... brother..." Zu Yuan gazed, moved, at the broad, mountain-like back shielding him.
Ling Feng had answered Chen Changsheng and made his stance clear!
The hundreds of Chen Changshengs fell silent, watching Ling Feng quietly before saying softly, "Then you can die with him!"
In an instant, a hundred swords cried out together, their ringing echoing across all of Little Mountain Peak!
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