Whoosh!!
The rain of light that marked a True Cultivator's fall soon enveloped the entire Yin-Yang Sect.
Streaks of black light also rose from the mountains and rivers, only to scatter back into the world before they could gather!
Countless disciples felt a chill grip their hearts and fell to their knees.
Wuguang True Cultivator was dead.
What were cultivators like them, who could not even withstand a breath from a True Cultivator, supposed to do now?!
"..."
White Crane Fairy slumped amid the rubble, all color long since drained from her face.
Then the figure in green robes landed a short distance ahead.
She snapped back to her senses, immediately bowed her head to the ground, and called out:
"The Saintess of the Yin-Yang Sect respectfully welcomes Palace Heir Ye!"
"From this day forward, I am yours to command, Palace Heir. I will never betray you!"
Her words rang out.
Many disciples nearby were still dazed, but the elders reacted first and immediately echoed her:
"We are willing to submit!"
"So am I! Please spare my life, Palace Heir!"
With their lives on the line, who could spare a thought for the sect's dignity?!
Only then did the disciples awaken as though from a dream and hurriedly bow in turn.
In an instant.
Cries of submission thundered out from every corner of the Yin-Yang Sect!
The True Disciples and elders who had once stood so far above everyone else now knelt lower than one another, terrified that Ye Li might fail to notice their sincerity!
"..."
Ye Li withdrew his gaze and looked at the dense crowd of cultivators prostrating themselves on the ground.
After a moment's consideration.
He chuckled, his voice calm:
"Jokes aside."
"Don't think kneeling quickly means you're safe."
"Many of you still have to die."