"Disciples of all sects!" Liu Xinwu, the Shanghua Sect Golden Core cultivator from the Council Hall, flew before the many Golden Core cultivators. Seeing that the cultivators within several miles were growing restless, he shouted, "Hold your formations! The leading disciples of each sect, gather your sect's disciples. Once our Council Hall gives the command, you may pursue them into the Sword Tomb. This is the final battle of our Daoist sects' counterattack. We must proceed cautiously, leave no stone unturned, and ensure a single strike kills!"
"Yes!" As soon as Liu Xinwu finished speaking, an early Golden Core disciple of the Shanghua Sect immediately stepped forth from the crowd. Holding the Shanghua Sect's command token, he began assembling the disciples. The disorder caused by the pursuit gradually became orderly! Seeing this, disciples from the other sects also had Golden Core cultivators step out to restrain their disciples.
"Fellow Daoist Liu, you have worked hard!" As they spoke, many Golden Core cultivators from the Council Hall flew over from behind. These cultivators had originally led the disciples of the various sects, but now they gathered together again. Heng Ming of the Joyful Sect flew to the forefront and said with a smile.
"Not at all, not at all. It was merely a lift of the hand. Now that the disciples of all our sects are joining forces to hunt down the sword cultivators, if we can kill them within the Sword Tomb, it will be a tremendous merit for every one of our sects!" Liu Xinwu smiled as he looked at Li Zongbao, who stood beside Heng Ming holding the Immortal-Piercing Whip. "This old man only hopes that he might be like Martial Nephew Zongbao and receive a sect's special pardon order as a memento of this great war!"
"Hehe,