Years ago, a profound maxim had spread from the Great Qian Ancestral Hall.
Gold and jade filled the hall, the foundation of longevity; acquire true essence, temper it morning and night, and become indestructible!
Entering the Martial Venerable realm extended one's life by thirty years.
The body turned to gold and jade, forever unshakable.
And yet.
In the sinister, deathly silent gorge, an arm lay severed, over a hundred chunks of flesh scattered about.
The old man stared vacantly at his bloody shoulder bone.
Jiang Wuji's acupoints were sealed, leaving him unable to move. He remained rigidly kneeling on the ground, yet boundless fury filled his eyes, black blood streaming from both pupils.
The arms of fifty-nine black-robed figures trembled slightly, each feeling as though an invisible hand had viciously seized their heart.
The old cult leader had been crippled!
How could that man named Jia be so terrifying?!
The old man snapped out of his daze, his face contorting like a vicious ghost from hell. Desperately circulating his true essence, he formed an illusory right arm.
He screamed hysterically:
"The White Lotus reigns supreme! Burn the heretic! Unleash the secret art at once!!"
In an instant, the fifty-nine black-robed figures skimmed over the ground on their toes and entered Yinyu Gorge.
Unlike the ordinary believers under mental control, they were Holy Church Priests and Grand Priests, and always retained their reason.
But they had to give it everything they had!
If the old cult leader died, they would have nowhere to flee!
Their only hope was to join forces and slaughter him!
The little bastard was pale. He had consumed enormous amounts of true essence and was utterly weakened!
The old cult leader would lead, and they would support him.
Today, they would slay a Martial Venerable!
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