CHAPTER 131: CHAPTER 131 BROTHERS, CHARGE!

The people behind were dumbfounded.

Wu Rong, Xue Ji, and the remaining twenty thousand people all looked at the back of their ancestor.

The excitement and thrill faded away, replaced by panic and confusion.

What just happened?

What did I do?

Did I kill all those fellow disciples and elders with my own hands?

How could this happen?

They had a thousand questions buzzing in their heads, almost losing the ability to think.

Only their ancestor could provide them with answers to these questions.

If it weren’t for the ancestor’s lofty status, they would’ve put a sword to his throat to roar and question him.

Why?

Didn’t you say this was just a test to see if our strength had declined?

Didn’t you say we could attack with confidence since you’re here to back us up?

Why did it turn out like this?

However, there was no need for them to question any further.

"Who are you!"

"Damn it!"

"Invaders!"

More than fifty core high-ranking elders sitting in the main hall were all alive, as there were three Ascending to Saint experts seated there.

Although the attack came suddenly, they managed to block it.

But they couldn’t save those elders and disciples outside.

Now, only this single great hall remained on the main peak, everything else was turned to dust by that recent wave of volleys.

Sect Leader Venerable Mirror Origin was the first to rush out from the damaged hall, encapsulating thousands of miles in his Ascending to Saint Domain.

The other fifty or so elders, eyes raging with murderous intent, were all veteran Daoist Palace Ninth Layer experts, their might not any less than that of twenty thousand troops.

Venerable Mirror Ring and Supreme Elder Venerable Yuqu, both Ascending to Saint Realm, also opened their domains, trapping the ’invaders’ in the sky.

Everyone was on the brink of madness from the pain and hatred.

These people had lived for three million years, while younger ones had lived for hundreds of thousands of years.

Although they weren’t the founders of the sect from a million years ago, the Silence Sacred Land had been built little by little by them over the years.

The recent attack virtually destroyed the foundation of the Sacred Land.

Although the high ranks were still alive, more than seventy thousand disciples perished along with many young geniuses.

This sect has no future now.

This left them heartbroken, completely devastated.

But when they rushed outside, they were all stunned.

Most of the people before them were familiar.

Weren’t these their own disciples?

Were they responsible for this?

Why did they do it?

Seeing the Sect Leader and Supreme Elder charging out, each radiating fierce light with overflowing hatred, Wu Rong, Xue Ji, and others were scared stiff.

They were about to say something to explain when suddenly a thunderous shout interrupted them.

"Who are you!"

Venerable Mirror Ring angrily pointed at Jiang Cheng, both shocked and furious.

This person looked exactly like him, even possessing a nearly identical Ascending to Saint Realm aura.

He almost doubted his own existence, let alone others.

This Transformation Technique was undetectable, even by Immortals, let alone them.

"Who am I? I am your ancestor!"

Brother Cheng knew, upon performing this scene, the end was near; the other side wasn’t fools.

He didn’t give anyone a chance to speak, waving his hand and shouting to the twenty thousand behind him.

"Siblings of the Heart Division, the enemy is right in front!"

"No need to disguise, kill!"

Finally, Wu Rong, Xue Ji, and others realized.

So it was an imposter!

They had killed so many fellows under the command of a fake.

They were filled with regret and hatred.

They wanted to tear Jiang Cheng apart, no longer willing to listen to his commands.

Unfortunately, while they hesitated, someone moved.

Before the other side could make a move, Brother Cheng charged forward first.

It looked as though he was genuinely leading the so-called ’Heart Division’ army to attack.

Faced with this scene, Venerable Mirror Origin, Venerable Mirror Ring, and Venerable Yuqu simultaneously launched attacks.

And the fifty or so core elders behind did not hesitate either.

Not only Jiang Cheng, but Wu Rong, Xue Ji, and others were also within their attack range.

Since Jiang Cheng, the ’Venerable Mirror Ring,’ was fake, the twenty thousand behind him must also be fake.

After all, they just killed those seventy thousand hands-on beneath them.

If they were indeed comrades, how could they do such heinous acts?

The evidence was clear!

Although they didn’t know how they transformed, even Ascending to Saint couldn’t see their true form. But the enemy was certain.

Damn Heart Division, too audacious!

Wu Rong, Xue Ji, and those twenty thousand didn’t have a chance to explain or prove themselves, as they were directly enveloped by the domains.

"Die!"

"Rend!"

"Slash!"

The three Ascending to Saint unleashed their Verbal Magic simultaneously.

Almost as soon as the first word was uttered, all cultivators under the Daoist Palace among those twenty thousand fell.

No resistance whatsoever, no exceptions.

The gap in realm was too vast.

And the few hundreds above the Daoist Palace didn’t fare well either.

Some had their arms fall off out of nowhere, some had hundreds of cracks and wounds appear all over.

Others had their Divine Souls severely wounded.

Even their Daoist Palaces couldn’t be summoned, let alone defend or counterattack to survive.

Then, the attacks from those fifty core elders arrived.

In the sky, colorful fireworks appeared once more.

Jiang Cheng, being the main target, naturally bore the brunt of the attacks.

However, those three words didn’t effectively impact him.

He didn’t carry Treasure, Spirit Talismans, or Spirit Arrays, but to avoid being controlled embarrassingly by Verbal Magic, he wore the Treasure Crown.

Under Saint Tier, all Divine Soul attacks were blocked by that lower-grade magical treasure.

Though Verbal Magic had some influence on him, it was negligible.

The major attack he faced came from the domains of the three Ascending to Saint experts.

Within this domain, the rules he was accustomed to had all changed.

Spiritual Power couldn’t flow freely, his whole body felt stuck in a spider’s web.

Yet under such circumstances, the Nine-Colored Daoist Palace still emerged strikingly.

The two Immortal Tier rivers surged like boiling water, crazily pushing the Martial Dao Marks, even attempting to break through the domain constraints.

The Poison Heroic Soul also operated unchecked, bit by bit corroding the opposing domain.

Although his attacks lacked enough power, and the corrosive effect was negligible, it was an absolute miracle.

This amazed Jiang Cheng immensely.

Damn, am I actually this powerful?

Isn’t it supposed to be that beneath Ascending to Saint, all are like ants?

He assumed a single hit would allow them to kill him effortlessly, without a peep from him.

With no choice, he couldn’t afford to fight passively, he had to keep pushing forward.

The three Ascending to Saint instantly focused all their attention on him.

The rules of the domain changed once more, cracks appeared in this part of the world.

The Nine-Colored Daoist Palace, after all, couldn’t withstand the realm difference, teetering, and rivers overturned.

Boom!

Finally, under the pressure and ripping of the domain, he exploded, cleanly disappearing.

It was only with his death that the battle finally wrapped up.

"Finally annihilated these fiends!"

"Damn Mingxin Sacred Land, daring to attack us proactively!"

"See who they really are after transformation!"