Chapter 42

Almost the moment the strange phenomenon appeared outside the Mountain Support Sect, all the outer sect disciples inside the sect were stunned, staring at the sky with their minds buzzing, their eyes involuntarily showing a look of bewilderment. This change in the heavens and earth left them unable to comprehend.

But as they looked at the majestic golden light in the sky, like sacred scriptures, all the outer sect disciples were moved to the core. The chubby boy was grinding his teeth with his fish-scale-like sword, making a clacking sound, but he was also stunned, almost injuring his tongue.

Shangguan Xiu was in seclusion, but he suddenly raised his head. Seeing the scene in the sky, his whole body trembled violently, his eyes showing disbelief. But then his expression suddenly changed, as if he remembered something, and a strong sense of fear appeared. He immediately stood up and, in a flash, a teleportation array that had been set up for many years appeared in his house.

He almost used his fastest speed, instantly stepping into the array, and in a blink, he disappeared.

At the same time, in the main hall on the East Peak, Meng Hao and the other two had just appeared. He Luohua's expression changed completely. He walked out, looked up at the sky, and his face turned pale, his body staggering back a few steps, looking very bad.

Elder Ouyang's speed was not slow; he had already left the hall. When he looked up, his expression immediately turned grim.

"What did you trigger at the place where the Ancestor is in seclusion?" Elder Ouyang suddenly turned around, his appearance extremely serious, and his words were stern.

"Disciple and the other two, when leaving the place where the Ancestor is in seclusion, suddenly saw a stone stele appear. But disciple was worried that the appearance of this stele would bring disaster to the sect, so we did not take it out, only making a copy of the inscriptions on the stele." Chen Fan spoke bitterly, taking out a jade slip. Meng Hao and Xu Qing also took out their copies and handed them to Elder Ouyang.

"This is..." Elder Ouyang focused, and immediately his eyes showed disbelief.

"There's no need to look. It's all fake, both the stele and the strange phenomenon in the sky." He Luohua sighed, looking down at the ground. After a while, he shook his head.

"The cultivators from other sects of the Zhao Kingdom are almost here. This calamity, the Mountain Support Sect cannot avoid. They are here for the Ancestor." He Luohua waved his sleeve, and immediately the entire Mountain Support Sect rumbled, a layer of soft light appearing, enveloping all directions.

"You three, as inner sect disciples, wait in the hall." Almost the moment He Luohua's words were spoken, a long rainbow streaked across the sky, sharp sounds like those that could tear the sky suddenly arose. At the same time, nearly twenty rainbows could be clearly seen rushing from all directions.

In the blink of an eye, these rainbows appeared outside the light barrier above the Mountain Support Sect, a wave of pressure descending, causing the earth to tremble, the surrounding mountains to shake as if they were about to collapse, and the desolate mountains to fall silent. All the fierce beasts trembled, not daring to make a sound.

In the sky, nearly twenty people, with six at the center, four men and two women, all elders, wearing luxurious robes, their cultivation causing the heavens and earth to change color.

Behind each of these six were two or three cultivators, but even these followers had cultivation levels like Elder Ouyang. These fewer than twenty people could be said to be the peak forces of the entire Zhao Kingdom, now descending upon the Mountain Support Sect like dark clouds.

"Mountain Support Sect!" A low shout from one of the people in the sky became rolling thunder, instantly bursting in all directions, causing the outer sect pavilions of the Mountain Support Sect to crack, and many outer sect disciples to spew blood, their expressions filled with fear.

"The Fenghan Sect has such great might." He Luohua stood on the mountain peak, coldly snorting. His voice was like thunder, instantly overpowering the other person's voice. He raised his right hand and waved it, and immediately the heavens rumbled, an invisible finger wind whistling toward the other person. As it approached, the space around the person turned black, as if an invisible mouth was about to swallow the core formation master of the Fenghan Sect, causing the person's expression to change, and his body to quickly retreat without hesitation.

"That's enough, Daoist He. The strange phenomenon in the heavens came from your Mountain Support Sect. You must give an explanation." One of the six core formation masters, an elder wearing a purple robe with a flute pattern, frowned, raised his right hand, and waved it. Immediately, the black space silently disappeared. He looked down at He Luohua, his tone calm but with a sense of pressure.

At this moment, the outer sect was deathly silent, the shadow of death hanging over all the outer sect disciples. In the hall, Meng Hao and the other two were also silent. They saw the people in the sky and felt that any one of them could easily kill them with a wave of their hand.

Meng Hao's heart was shaken. This was the first time he had seen so many powerful cultivators, and the desire to become strong in his heart became even stronger.

On the East Peak, He Luohua was silent, looking up at the people in the sky. After a long time, he sighed.

"What explanation? I don't even know why this phenomenon appeared."

"Surrender, disperse your Mountain Support Sect's formation, and let us search with our divine senses. That is the explanation. Otherwise, don't blame us for not considering the fact that we are all cultivators of the Zhao Kingdom, and destroying the formation, wiping out the Mountain Support Sect." The purple-robed elder's eyes showed a hint of killing intent, speaking in a grim tone.

"Destroy the Mountain Support Sect..." He Luohua suddenly laughed, his laughter growing louder, spreading throughout the Mountain Support Sect, echoing in the heavens. In this laughter, he saw the determination of Ouyang, the silence of the three remaining inner sect disciples in the hall, the many outer sect disciples with blood streaming from their seven orifices, and their despair and helplessness.

What can we use to resist? What can we use to let the disciples of the Mountain Support Sect survive? What can we use to avoid this calamity...

"As long as I am the sect leader of the Mountain Support Sect, I will not allow outsiders to bully us like this, but I truly have no way to protect everyone..." He Luohua's laughter carried a sense of sorrow, but there was also a hint of relief.

"Even if you don't destroy the Mountain Support Sect, it probably won't last much longer. Since that's the case... today, the Mountain Support Sect is dissolved. These few peaks, I no longer want!" He Luohua waved his sleeve, his body suddenly flying up. Ouyang was stunned but silently followed, the two standing in the sky, looking at the Mountain Support Sect, at the home they had lived in for several decades, their expressions filled with sorrow.

"Disciples, listen to the order. Today, the Mountain Support Sect is dissolved. From now on, you are no longer part of the Mountain Support Sect, and there is no longer a Mountain Support Sect in this world!" He Luohua's eyes showed bloodshot, looking at the nearly twenty powerful cultivators of the Zhao Kingdom who were shocked by his words, he spoke with a cold laugh.

"You are satisfied. Whether there is a treasure or a strange phenomenon here, it has nothing to do with me, and nothing to do with these young disciples without a sect. If you dare to harm anyone, I will destroy the formation, and we will... perish together." He Luohua's voice was resolute, the hatred in his words immediately making the powerful cultivators of the Zhao Kingdom feel a chill.

"Daoist He is so decisive. We naturally will not make things difficult for you. You have dissolved the Mountain Support Sect and cleared the area. We will not make things difficult for the other disciples. You can rest assured of this." One of the six powerful cultivators in the sky, an old woman, slowly spoke. Her eyes were like lightning, and she could see that the strange phenomenon was on this mountain, not on the people.

Meng Hao looked at the sky, He Luohua's words echoing in his ears. He again felt the law of the jungle, even the sect leader, who was now forced to dissolve the sect.

Chen Fan was silent, seemingly unable to stand steady, taking a few steps back. Xu Qing lowered her head.

"With a word from Daoist Tianmu, I am reassured." He Luohua waved his sleeve, and immediately the entire Mountain Support Sect's formation disappeared. He took a step, leading Ouyang, and was about to leave.

Many of the people in the sky looked at He Luohua with flickering eyes, clearly not agreeing to let him leave. Their divine senses were about to descend upon the Mountain Support Sect to search.

In the hall, Chen Fan's face was pale, his body retreating a few more steps, already close to the statue of the Mountain Support Ancestor.

But at this moment, a rumble spread in all directions, and lightning descended, like the creation of the world. A cold voice suddenly echoed, shocking all the cultivators, even the powerful cultivators of the Zhao Kingdom, whose faces instantly changed.

"No one can leave!" As the voice rumbled, a huge light barrier instantly appeared outside the Mountain Support Sect, several times larger than the formation, covering a million miles, making it impossible for anyone to leave.

He Luohua's face changed, and when he looked up, he saw a huge hundred-zhang-wide compass in the sky, with a middle-aged beauty sitting on it, wearing a green robe, a phoenix hairpin on her head, looking very noble. Dozens of cultivators stood around her, mostly women, each with a beautiful face, but most with a proud and cold look, staring down at the earth.

"The Southern Region's Qingluo Sect!" He Luohua's heart trembled, and the powerful cultivators of the Zhao Kingdom also had grim expressions, recognizing this powerful sect from the Southern Region.

"That's right, no one can leave." The void was suddenly torn, and a long laugh echoed. A man in armor walked out, carrying a golden greatsword, followed by dozens of people, each with a robust body, immediately emitting a wave of killing intent.

"Zhao Shanling, the guardian of the Jinhuan Sect, your nose is quite sensitive." The middle-aged beauty on the compass spoke calmly, her voice causing ripples in the void.

"Your women from the Qingluo Sect can come, but why can't the men from the Jinhuan Sect come?" The armored, robust man Zhao Shanling laughed loudly.

At this moment, a light sigh suddenly echoed from outside the million-mile light barrier. At the same time, a cold light flashed from the sky, and in an instant, this cold light pierced through the light barrier, breaking it in one area. A hundred-zhang-long flying sword pierced through, appearing in the sky.

This sword was ancient, with blue tassels fluttering, but it was surrounded by cold air, causing snow to fall in the million-mile area of the Mountain Support Sect. As the middle-aged beauty and Zhao Shanling's expressions changed, they saw a middle-aged man standing on the ancient sword.

This man wore a scholar's robe, his hands behind his back. Only he was on the sword, but standing there, he gave the impression of a man who could travel the world with a single sword, unstoppable.

"The One Sword Sect!" He Luohua's face changed again, recognizing the identity of the scholar, who was from the Southern Region's first sect, the One Sword Sect. This sect had a saying: leaving the sect requires only one sword, and one sword is enough to shake the heavens.