On the road between the Songshan and Taishan mountains, thousands of people fought mercilessly. On one side there were demons of vicious cults in clothes without symbols and emblems, and on the other, students in Tai robes.
But it was difficult to call it a battle. The Taishan disciples were barely holding back the demons and had already lost many. They tried to retreat, but every step cost someone their life.
After a long battle of wear and tear, the two sides parted ways. The righteous were able to reach the high ground and occupy it to regroup and rest. And the demons surrounded them like wolves waiting for their prey to bleed to death. They were separated by mere tens of meters.
The disciples of Mount Tai were simply trying to regain their inner strength. They all seemed especially pale against the background of clothes stained with blood, mostly their own..
Elder He led the four junior elders who are now overseeing the four cardinal directions.
Taking a deep breath, he said with grief:
“I'm afraid we can't protect the students. The enemy is too strong.”
The Taishan elders remained silent, but they understood who we were talking about.
The black-robed old man who attacked them was a famous devil who shook the entire world not more than ten years ago, and now his strength had risen even higher. Elder He was not his opponent.
And that’s why I felt grief. He will probably still be able to escape, but what about the hundreds of Taishan students??Pulling himself together, he turned to the elders:
“Our only chance to preserve the legacy of Taishan and the memory of ourselves is to save Pan Rong. If the head disciple dies today, I'm afraid the future of the sect will be shadowed by thunder clouds.”
This was the truth. Everyone knew that Pan Rong had managed to learn the Taishan platinum technique, the Way of Emperor Daizong. They are all replaceable, but he can't die here!
“Big Brother He, we understand everything very well. Pan Rong will survive even if we have to give our lives for it,” one of them vowed, the other three nodded deeply..
Elder He sighed, rubbing his eyes with his hand.:
“And how could everything turn out this way? Why did this happen to me??”
“Elder He, we are not Shaolin monks. I won't leave my brothers and sisters to die!”
“Rong!” He became gloomy. “Well, tell me, how will your death help them? I understand your feelings, but you are the head disciple of Taishan, you must accept responsibility and survive to save our sect. You can't die here, our common future depends only on you!”
“Elder He, I...” Rong tried, but couldn’t find the words.
“Alas,” He swallowed, patting him on the shoulder. “Listen to the old man’s last wish. Among us, there is no one more important to Mount Tai than you, even I, with hundreds of thousands of subordinates, by dying will not cause such harm to the sect. Look at the demons, they've been targeting you from the very beginning. I'm afraid this can only mean one thing: the war against the evil cults is about to begin, and Taishan needs you now more than ever..”
He shook his head and continued:
“Even if everyone here dies, the sect will survive. But your death will be an irreparable loss. A talent like yours is born only once every few generations. Everyone here hopes for a bright future for the righteous sects, which will not happen if you die. Do you understand what I'm telling you?!”
The end Elder He practically roared.
Pan Rong silently pursed his lips. His eyes turned red, his heart was pounding painfully in his chest, but he did not dare to argue or shed tears. How could he not understand this truth??
This is the cruel reality!
With him are hundreds of brothers and sisters, none of whom are as important. Because he is the first in a hundred years who managed to comprehend the Way of Emperor Daizong.
The disciples of Mount Tai sat silently on the ground, regaining their strength and listening to the conversation of their elders without inserting a word. They themselves understood that they were in a hopeless situation. Their only chance to accomplish something in life is to save their main student.
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Among all the demons surrounding the Taishan disciples, the one who attracted the most attention was the old man in a black robe..
This was the greatest warrior of the previous leader of the Holy Cult, who ten years ago became famous as Beardemon Xiong.
If Lin Yi had seen him, he would have cried out in surprise, recognizing the same old servant who followed Duan Feifei when he met them at the foot of Huashan, in the teahouse of Leizhou City.
In fact, he was one of the old sect leader's ten elders, and although he was not one of the new eight, his strength and reputation were on the same level, if not superior to theirs..
He had to leave Duan Feifei and return to the Holy Cult headquarters at the request of the leader, Nangong Xue. In his heart he hated this man and dreamed of killing him as soon as he freed the old leader, but for the good of the cult he remained faithful.
“Elder Xiong, it looks like they are going to make a corridor for their chief disciple,” the first-class expert reported with a slight smile.
He, along with four other first-class experts, belonged to the Cult of the Five Poisons. They invested more into this campaign than others. Apparently the Holy Cult did not want to send many of their warriors to intercept the main disciples when the war was about to begin, so they recruited volunteers from among the smaller cults.
Elder Xiong looked at him without any emotion on his face and said:
“Deal with the four junior elders, He I will take over. Let the others make sure that no one escapes. We will kill every single one.”
“That’s right!” answered by five first-class masters.
Looking at the disciples of the vicious cults, who already looked quite fresh, he waved his hand and said:
“Get ready...”
The order “to fight” had not yet sounded, and the ground began to vibrate, as if thousands of horsemen were approaching from afar. Elder Xiong darkened and looked in the direction from which the still inaudible voices were heard. The five elders of the Poison Cult also turned to look at him..
A cloud of dust was approaching them from behind the hills. Squinting his eyes and looking at their flag, Elder Xiong involuntarily raised his eyebrows. Before he could speak, one of the elders of the Five Poisons Cult exclaimed:
“Huashan?! Why are they here?! How the Ming Cult Could Fail?!”
“Hmph, I didn’t expect anything from them anyway, but to set a trap and still lose?” Xiong growled. “Get ready for battle! All to me!”
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Having climbed to the very top of the hill, Elder Taishan pointed into the distance and shouted in surprise:
“Reinforcements, reinforcements are coming our way! These are the people of Huashan! Do you hear?! Huashan!”
Elder He stretched out to his full height and couldn’t help but laugh.
“Well, Huashan, and big brother Qin! But I always considered him unreliable, but when I really needed help, he was the only one who came to the rescue!”
The other elders nodded, listening with half an ear. They were all happy. Pan Rong breathed out a sigh of relief, smiling happily. Now he won't have to live with the thought of all the brothers and sisters who died for him.
Huashan arrived on time!
“People! It's time to take revenge! Let's fight!” He roared and led the disciples of Mount Tai behind him.
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They almost drove the horses, but arrived on time. Seeing hundreds of survivors in the ranks of Taishan, Lin Yi breathed a sigh of relief and handed over the leadership of the army to Wu Shouyu, shouting to Qin:
“Master, like last time!”
“No, this time take the little ones yourself!” laughed Qin, jumping off his horse at a gallop and swinging at Beardemon Xiong in flight.
Lin Yi immediately turned towards the elders of the Five Poison Cult.
“Good boy, come to me!” one of them grinned, drawing his weapon. “I will do what the Ming cult failed to do.!”
Lin Yi grinned sinisterly. His blade turned and went into the Nine Lonely Swords stance..
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