Someone Always Wants To Corrupt My Disciple

Thanks to the Mountain Protection Array, not a single disciple of the Celestial Masters’ Hall was injured. As for the civilians outside the city, a few had been grazed by stray lightning bolts—but because they ran quickly and received prompt medical care, there were no serious casualties.

Ironically, the one who suffered the worst injuries was none other than Patriarch Tang Yi.

That last swipe from the dragon’s tail had knocked him clean out of the air. He’d dodged the main strike, but the tail’s shockwave still sent him tumbling down from the sky. Though he didn’t sustain major internal injuries, the impact fractured his leg.

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Still, he had technically been one of the men who helped defeat a dragon of the upper realm. For the sake of the sect’s honor (and because he was now something of a hero), the head of the Medicine Valley personally tended to his injuries and reset his bones.

Thus ended the so-called catastrophe—with zero fatalities.

Everyone, from the sect leaders to the youngest disciples, stood around dazed. Was that… it?

The almighty Dragon Clan of legend had been wiped out by a single array?

Turns out, immortals weren’t nearly as godlike as the stories claimed.

And perhaps… not that smart, either.

But soon, another question arose: