Cry to the heavens, and there was no answer, cry to the earth, and it did not respond.
No matter how powerful the forces behind you, you could only despair and remain here.
"Look, he should be thanking us," an Elder couldn’t help but chuckle and shake his head.
With a casual glance back, Lu Qing understood the cultivators below and their calm expressions as they quietly began preparations to retreat.
Having decided to act, he had to do it ruthlessly.
Instead of exchanging pleasantries and deceiving Daozi of Southern Hong to stay within the sect, it was better to nip all potential threats in the bud.
"Fellow Daoist, this way, please."
Lu Qing always felt something was amiss because the young cultivator’s demeanor was too quiet, not quite like someone coming for help, nor did it seem like he was here to cause trouble.
More like... a bit shy?
"Please, take a seat in the hall."
Lu Qing once again invited, and soon saw Shen Yi obediently following him. Although the latter did not respond, he looked around curiously.
Lu Qing secretly scoffed but did not show it, regardless of who he was, first to secure him then slowly interrogate.
Under everyone’s watchful eyes, the two walked slowly toward the hall.
Lu Qing glanced at the side and noticed that several Elders below had given a prepared signal; he then withdrew his gaze, only to find that the young cultivator in black robes had also almost simultaneously withdrawn his gaze.
As their eyes met for an instant, Lu Qing looked into those pitch-black eyes and instinctively felt a flicker of trepidation.
"What seems to be the matter, fellow Daoist? If there is something, let’s discuss it inside the hall."
Lu Qing, hiding his awkwardness, smiled amiably.
Others stood at a distance, their faces increasingly showing fierce intent.
"No need to go in; everyone is already here," Shen Yi finally spoke.
Unexpectedly, this young cultivator was not only not a mute, but his voice also had an inexplicably soothing quality.
Upon hearing this, Lu Qing felt the unease in his heart finally overflow; he put away his smile and probed, "I almost forgot... I haven’t asked, from where does your excellency come?"
Shen Yi did not answer, instead, he casually sat on the stone steps of the great hall, like an outsider.
He clearly didn’t open his mouth, yet a cold, rough voice echoed in everyone’s ears.
"Ten Thousand Demon Hall."
"Hiss!" Many cultivators of Wanxiang Pavilion felt a chill run down their spines, quickly turning to look, instinctively raising their heads.
A formidable figure had appeared there, seemingly out of nowhere.
Although maintaining a human shape, he was still several meters tall, with broad shoulders that looked like a small mountain.
The splendid Dragon Horns and the body covered in scales that seemed cast from gold, along with the indifferent, fierce dragon head, all made everyone’s breaths grow heavier.
More precisely, a Dragon Demon with an exceptionally noble lineage, far surpassing the Western Palace!
In its palm, sharp fingers that seemed to be clutching a small bowl, its nails deeply embedded in the skull of Elder Lu Qing, casually holding it.
Lu Qing’s face was bloodied, his features distorted, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.
He desperately tried to struggle, attempting to burst forth with his robust aura, but under the overwhelming demonic power flowing like a great river, he could only make his body swing back and forth like a piece of cured meat, looking ludicrous.
Such overpowering suppression was self-explanatory.
The power of this formidable Dragon Demon was beyond words.
Recalling the three words just mentioned.
Ten Thousand Demon Hall...
Everyone’s mind simultaneously recalled a piece of news, specifically revealed by the Crown Prince of Southern Dragon Palace, about the Hall Master.
In that message, there was also a strange, fierce Great Demon of the Dragon Race.
The cultivators of Wanxiang Pavilion gradually matched the description from the rumors with the appearance of this demon before them.
So... it was not an empty show of force by the South Hong Seven Sons.
Western Hong had truly brought in a transcendent behemoth that dared to act against the Infinite Dao Emperor Sect!
They had guessed wrong!
And now, this group of fools had inadvertently welcomed them into the sect.
"This... East Hall Master! We do not know where Wanxiang Pavilion has offended you gentlemen. What brings you here today?"
An Elder stepped back a few steps, tremblingly asked.
Under the powerful infusion of demonic power, Ke Shisan responded with his actions.
In its palm, the body of Great Elder Lu Qing explosively disintegrated, turning into a cloud of blood.
This action formed two silent, resounding words in the minds of the onlookers.
There indeed were such unreasonable, aggressive forces in the world, with no grievances, coming directly to annihilate a lineage.
Under the protection of an Immortal in Hongze, how could they act so fiercely?!
But precisely because of this, the cultivators of Wanxiang Pavilion completely abandoned the thought that this Demon Palace was a disguise by the South Hong Seven Sons, that group of South Hong barbarians, regardless of what, dared not befriend such a brutal demon, nor did they have the qualification to command such noble-blooded members of the Dragon Race.
Lu Qing was killed without resistance, revealing the terrifying chasm between the strengths of both sides to these cultivators of Wanxiang Pavilion. It was simply not something that could be bridged by courage or tactics.
Thus, their final act was to scream frantically towards the sky!
In other places, given the Sect Master’s character, he might ignore their lives to save himself, but here, within a sacred land, unless he wanted to fall from the Unity Realm Stage, there was no retreat.