Murong Junpeng heard Murong Congyun's warning and hurriedly looked toward his left arm. A string of skull-shaped prayer beads was bearing down on him. He did not dare be careless and hastily circulated his True Qi to defend himself, clashing with another Buddhist Protector whose strength was no weaker than his own. For the moment, he could no longer attend to Murong Congyun.
At this moment, the battle across the entire Sword Diagram had already reached a deadlock, with the sounds of slaughter filling the air. Within every sword compartment, Buddhist Protectors and Confucian cultivator disciples were fighting fiercely. No more monks were descending from the teleportation passage high in the sky, yet it still spun there like the maw of some bizarre beast, savage and menacing. The Buddhist Protectors flying out from the passage had all been carefully selected—who among them was not possessed of sixth or seventh-grade Yuan force? Moreover, these Protectors had all seen blood, and their attacks showed no mercy whatsoever. Powerhouses such as Xiao Hua and Murong Junpeng could still hold on, but Daoist sect disciples like Chen Zhuo and Xu Chuanping, who had come hoping to profit, had long since been smashed into bloody pulp! Of course, quite a few Buddhist Protectors had also been ambushed and slain. Yet they had caught their foes off guard, while the Confucian cultivators were on the defensive. What had originally been a painstakingly laid trap by the Chu family had now become... a grand opportunity for the Buddhist sect to slaughter Confucian cultivators.
Xiao Hua had been struck down from the Sword Diagram by an upper sixth-grade Yuan force monk using all his strength. His torn sword body fell into the blood swamp. In Murong Congyun's eyes, the blood waves—which human cultivators absolutely could not touch—would surely