By this point, the disciples of Divine Black have gathered beneath their ancestral peak. They were nervous because they were about to face two sacred cultivators on top of their army.
âSlay them all!â The great army invaded the sect. They were extremely excited because this was their best opportunity to destroy Divine Black, the best chance for them to become renowned, the way to accomplish their sectâs destined goal.
âRumble!â The drill opened the way, flattening both rivers and mountains.
The side of Divine Black was furious. Unfortunately, powerless as well.
âClank!â Suddenly, the ringing of a bell could be heard during this perilous moment. It caused the stars to shift and a roar emanated like the waves.
It sent the army flying akin to a primordial flood. They were pushed to the sky, screaming and vomiting blood. It didnât stop there. Another ring came along with a golden dragon soaring to the sky.
âRaa!â Its roar ruptured the enemiesâ eardrums.
It easily smashed the leading drill into thousands of pieces. The disciples controlling it inside were sent flying, grievously injured.
Bells emerged above and melodies started playing. The ones from Divine Black were too familiar with them. These were the bells used during the important examinations.
âWhatâs going on?â They didnât expect this shocking development at all.
âThe spirit of their patriarch is helping them?â The spectating experts felt the same confusion with their eyes wide open.
âHow boring, I have to do this myself against my merciful nature.â A lazy voice sounded.
Everyone noticed a youth laying on a carriage.
âThe young master! Heâll save us!â The disciples of Divine Black were jubilated.
The golden dragon taking care of the army completely astounded the spectators. Their jaw dropped to the ground.
âWho is he?â They didnât recognize Li Qiye. Since when did Divine Black have such a monstrous cultivator?
Ping Suoweng and the bodhi king finally heaved a sigh of relief, especially the former. He thought that he had won the gamble. Making the wrong choice would have turned him into an eternal sinner for Divine Black.
âTaking so long against these foes? Nonsense.â Li Qiye stretched before giving the command: âGo.â
âRaa!â The golden dragon leaped to the sky and unleashed another attack.
âBoom!â The area outside of Divine Black was decimated. The fight between Lu Yiling and the other two had to stop since they were all sent flying.
Ping Suoweng and the bodhi king exchanged glances then returned to the sect.
âOkay, go take a break. Leave it to me.â Li Qiye waved his sleeve.
âThank you, Young Master.â The two bowed before retreating to the ancestral peak.
âYoung Master?â The spectatorsâ confusion grew after hearing the greeting.
One was the sect master while the other was a peak lord. They had prestigious positions and status, definitely the highest in Divine Black.
However, they referred to this youth as âYoung Master?â
Others didnât have a clue about Li Qiye and his background.
âWho are you?!â Three Truths Sect Master glared at Li Qiye. He knew Divine Black better than most. It didnât have someone so strong and so young.
âYou havenât received my message?â Li Qiye smiled.
âYouâre Li Qiye!â The sect master stared at Li Qiye with astonishment.
Yes, he had received the messages from the survivors but he didnât expect a third-generation disciple to be so capable.
He assumed that the death of Liu Menglong and Elder Fu had something to do with Ping Suoweng. According to the details, Suowengâs sword dao should have been involved. This third-generation disciple was used as a decoy.
This no longer seemed the case. The guy named Li Qiye was truly the culprit. But then, how could a Bronze Tendon cultivator be so strong?
The spectators stared at each other. They have never heard of his name before.
âSeems like you didnât understand what I said, that Iâll massacre your sect members if I see any. Looks like I have to carry out my promise.â Li Qiye added.
âHow arrogant!â The daoist on the elephant shouted: âYou alone think you can massacre our sect? Iâll see what youâ¦â
âYour crappy elephant formation is not worth mentioning. The three of you and your formations should come together to save time.â Li Qiye interrupted, not bothering to look at them.
The three daoists became livid; their face turning white. The other disciples who were part of the formations felt the same way.
âFine, weâll cut you to pieces then!â The third-ranked daoist bellowed.
âCome, come.â Li Qiye waved his hand as if he was chasing away a fly.
His attitude was infuriating to his enemies. Fires of anger appeared in their eyes.
âIsnât this too much?â Even the spectators thought so.
Remember, Three Truths still had an army and three sacred cultivators. Lu Yiling seemed unstoppable right now. A third-generation disciple said that he could massacre them? How ridiculous.
âKill him!â The third daoist commanded.
The pagoda, great bird, and elephant all attacked Li Qiye at the same time.
âScreech!â The bird used its sharp beak, aiming straight for his head.
âBoom!â The elephant raised its front hooves, ready to make mincemeat out of him. Space cracked from its power.
âPoof!â The pagoda released an endless amount of flames, more than enough to turn Li Qiye to ashes.
Any one of these attacks should be able to send Li Qiye down to the Yellow River.
However, he didnât bat an eye and simply raised his hand: âScram.â
âRaa!â The golden dragon moved again, this time with a tail sweep.
âBoom! Boom! Boom!â It wasnât a fair contest. The tail destroyed everything in its path along with the three formations. The daoists and thousands of disciples got blown away.
The dragonâs tail aimed for them again, ready to deliver the finishing blow.
âEnough!â Three Truths Sect Master became startled and joined the fray.