Chapter 98

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Dragon Horn Peak is the last layer of the Azure Dragon Valley.

Compared to the vast expanses and unpredictable changes of the previous areas, this place covers only a hundred miles, more like an ordinary valley. This small valley is dominated by an isolated peak. The peak stands a thousand feet tall, steep and abrupt, with no vegetation, resembling a pillar supporting the sky, or the prominent horns of a dragon, adding an eerie and majestic solemnity.

This isolated peak is Dragon Horn Peak. The peak top is flat, like a terrace towering between the clouds.

At this moment, on the peak top spanning over ten miles, hundreds of figures gathered, mostly wearing masks, sitting in groups of three or five at various distances. Some were whispering, some laughing softly, some meditating with their eyes closed, and some looking up, each with different expressions and mindsets.

For over two months, nothing unusual happened on Dragon Horn Peak. With the opening of the Azure Dragon Valley imminent, this training session was about to conclude.

Therefore, the disciples of Ancient Sword Mountain gradually relaxed. It was not easy, as dozens of companions had forever remained in the Azure Dragon Valley. The survivors were undoubtedly the elite of the immortal sect. May they achieve the Dao and have a bright future!

Some people could not wait to leave the peak top and search for the final opportunity in the valley below. However, more disciples were still waiting patiently, waiting for the opening of the Azure Dragon Valley, waiting for the legendary person, or perhaps waiting for fifty spirit stones to fall from the sky...

At the front of the crowd, about forty to fifty disciples of Hundred Swords Peak were seated. The leading burly man had already removed his mask, his bearded face showing a grim expression. He stared intently ahead, his eyes filled with a hidden killing intent.

About a dozen feet away, another person sat alone, also having removed his mask, revealing a gaunt middle-aged face. However, he had suffered severe injuries and, despite resting for over two months, had not fully recovered, looking pale and listless.

Further away, a dozen or so disciples of Yellow Dragon Valley huddled together. Among them, a woman in a yellow dress stood out, like a moon among stars, but her expression was sorrowful and helpless, adding a touch of delicate charm. Beside her, a man with a dark face quietly comforted her, showing great care.

"Little Sister, don't be sad! He Tiancheng's death at the hands of the bandits was his fate. Just like us, who can say it wasn't a predestined relationship from a past life!"

"Master Brother He is so pitiful..."

"Um, um, if he is reborn into a good family in his next life, his death will have been worthwhile!"

"Sigh... I'm afraid Master Brother Huang will abandon me..."

"Little Sister, don't worry! I will never betray beauty; it is my lifelong principle!"

"Hmph, you talk so well, but you're just a demon in human form..."

The senior and junior siblings, having shared hardships, could not resist whispering and sending covert glances. While they were busy with this, the others were not idle.

Dozens of feet away, someone angrily said, "Senior Brother Gu! If the bandit doesn't show up, you will be held responsible!" Before he finished, someone countered, "Meng Hu, Senior Brother Meng, you are wrong! If it weren't for your Hundred Swords Peak letting the enemy escape, how could this disaster have happened?"

"You were too eager for success, alarming the enemy..."

"You handled the situation poorly, acting rashly and ineptly..."

"Do you dare to insult our Hundred Swords Peak..."

"I am a relative of Elder Quan Wenzhong, what can you do to me, cough, cough..."

Meng Hu, perhaps unable to bear the anxiety, argued with Senior Brother Gu of Crimson Dragon Valley. Although the latter was alone and injured, he did not back down, using the elder as a shield. Meng Hu did not dare to be too bold and could only grumble and stop.

Someone consoled, "Senior Brother, don't worry! As long as that person shows up, he will be captured!"

"I'm not worried about that, but I fear the elders will blame us after we leave the valley!"

"Whether he is alive or dead, he cannot escape. Just report the truth, and the elders will make a fair judgment!"

"This is a great disgrace to our Hundred Swords Peak, truly unbearable!"

"Not just to Hundred Swords Peak, but to our Ancient Sword Mountain..."

"..."

The crowd on the peak top, while observing, was also secretly puzzled.

It was said that Senior Brother Gu had captured the bandit alone but returned defeated. The many disciples of Hundred Swords Peak had also suffered a great loss. It was clear that the bandit who had infiltrated the Azure Dragon Valley was extremely fierce! With the opening of the Azure Dragon Valley imminent, the bandit still had not shown up. Perhaps he was trapped deep in the valley and could not escape, otherwise, why hadn't he come out?

Hundreds of disciples of Ancient Sword Mountain formed a loose circle on the peak top. In the center was a thousand-foot-wide open space, like a vast altar, or a passage to the heavens or the depths. Whether it was a dragon rising or a snake suffering, everything was still unknown, just like the mysterious beginning...

At this moment, a light flashed in the center of the open space. Like a bolt of lightning in a clear sky, yet silent. A figure in a green robe appeared out of nowhere, wearing a golden mask, sleeves fluttering, and a graceful demeanor, exuding a somewhat transcendent aura. Suddenly facing hundreds of people, his eyes widened in shock! Hundreds of cultivators crowded the peak top, all of them powerful feathered immortals, their combined invisible might was formidable. Even with preparation, it was still startling!

The crowd, having waited for a long time, suddenly saw movement, each one focusing intently, yet puzzled.

Was the masked man in the green robe the legendary bandit? There was nothing extraordinary about him, rather, he seemed like a hurriedly arriving fellow disciple!

In the crowd, Senior Brother Huang was surprised, "The clothes are wrong, is it really that guy?" His companion, Junior Sister Liu, was insightful, "He changed his clothes, but his figure is the same, especially those shifty eyes, it must be him!"

Senior Brother Gu could no longer contain himself, rising abruptly, sword in hand, furious, "Return my Five Talisman Array Flags..."

Meng Hu roared even more fiercely, "The bandit is here, let's capture him together! Whoever gets the first kill will be rewarded with fifty spirit stones..."

The crowd, no longer hesitating, leaped up in a flurry, all excited and eager, sword lights flying and killing intent raging!

The one who could make hundreds of disciples of the Azure Dragon Valley expect, anger, and become excited was none other than...

Wujiao had arrived.

However, the moment he appeared, he was under the watchful eyes of many.

Hundreds of people, indeed a rare and grand scene!

According to the plan, he should have made a few remarks or greeted them, perhaps buying some time to act.

But before he could see the situation clearly, let alone speak, his identity was already recognized.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of sword lights came like a storm.

Wujiao dared not resist, his figure vanished. The next moment, he appeared in his original form and fell to the ground with a thud.

Ignoring the pain in his buttocks, he looked around in surprise.

This is Dragon Horn Peak?

Why is it different from ordinary peaks?

The rocks are as hard as iron, making it impossible to use earth techniques. Without this greatest support, how could he face hundreds of powerful feathered immortals?

Sword lights from all directions were already rushing in, dense and layered, their might overwhelming, their killing intent insane. Even in his divine senses, it was hard to find a gap. Like a raging river breaking its banks, waves surging to the sky; or like a thousand arrows firing at once, a fierce storm sweeping across. Not to mention resisting, even a senior expert would flee in panic. And he had no way to escape, no place to hide. The carefully planned two-month journey, just as he appeared, was destroyed, leaving him feeling utterly cold and desperate.

Life and death were at stake, no time to hesitate!

Wujiao was slightly stunned, cold sweat pouring down his back, he hurriedly waved his hands, casting spells. Five small flags flew out, instantly glowing. He had just hidden in the array when hundreds of sword lights arrived.

"Boom, boom, boom—"

Lightning and thunder flashed on Dragon Horn Peak, sword lights raging nonstop. In the center, a ten-foot-wide white light flickered, the hastily set up Five Talisman Array swaying precariously.

Senior Brother Gu paced back and forth in the crowd, both angry and reluctant, stretching out his hand and shouting, "That's my Five Talisman Array, my Five Talisman Array, passed down for seven generations..." He stopped, gritting his teeth, "The bandit doesn't understand arrays, attack his vital points quickly! Destroy everything, destroy everything..."

Meng Hu, with his fellow disciples and hundreds of Ancient Sword Mountain disciples, had tightly surrounded the array. Sword lights flashed like lightning, swift and fierce, the intense killing intent boiling, ready to tear apart the struggling light.

Outside the array, it was like a storm.

Inside the array, it was equally stormy and perilous.

Wujiao, while retreating, did not idle. Spiritual energy flowed from his hands in a continuous stream. Even so, the five array flags, enhanced by spiritual energy, struggled to hold. The cloud light twisted, the surroundings creaked, the hastily set up ten-foot array was slowly contracting, on the verge of collapse. The deafening explosions and the gradually uncontrollable array added to the despair and madness.

Recalling how Senior Brother Gu manipulated the array, moving freely and both offensive and defensive, why was it so weak when he used it?

What to do, what to do...

Being attacked by hundreds, not to mention retaliating, even escaping was impossible. He could only cover his head and take the beating, who was more pitiful than him? Clearly prepared, yet still seeking death. In a few breaths, the array would break, and he would die. If he had known, he should have returned to the Ninefold Abyss to find the black dragon for company!

But it was too late now, what to do...

Wujiao stood in the array, struggling futilely. As the array contracted, the space left was only four or five feet. He was like a trapped beast in a cage, watching the sky collapse and the earth split, waiting for his fate, yet helpless and terrified.

It seemed this was his burial ground, his luck had run out. No matter how many plans, they were useless, everything was determined by fate. Qi Sanren, can you give me another divination? I don't ask for wealth or marriage, just life or death!

"Crack—"

Another deafening explosion, the precarious Five Talisman Array finally collapsed at one corner.

Wujiao was shocked, his eyes flashing with black light.

Life and death are always a matter of fate, let's cast the blood into a demon sword, not asking for ghosts or gods, not questioning the heavens, let's fight... Mobile users, please visit http://m.piaotia.net

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