Chapter 411: The Elder’s Bad Temper
"Wuji Sect’s Chen Pingping, come out and face your death!"
"That’s right, come out and face your death!"
"A descendant of a criminal who walked out of a prison dares to dream of establishing a sect in the Southern Diaspora?"
"Dream on!"
"Kill him!"
"Let’s strike together!" Over a hundred Lords were all raging, bristling with murderous intent.
Chen Pingping’s clone wiped off a bead of cold sweat and gave a forced smile. "It’s a misunderstanding. This is all a misunderstanding."
"Don’t listen, just kill him!"
As the words ended, the punitive expedition advanced in unison. They had yet to step into the City of Extinction, but the murderous aura had already permeated the area.
"Wait! My lords, please allow me to explain," Chen Pingping’s clone cried out in alarm. "The bastard who looted you all is indeed a disciple of my Wuji Sect, but... that was in the past. He was expelled from the sect over a year ago, really."
Such an explanation was weak and unconvincing. Before the incident, they were all Wuji Sect disciples. After the incident, they were no longer Wuji Sect disciples. Heh, heh! Trying to fool a ghost?
"Don’t believe him," Liu Changqing muttered to himself, "This bastard, deceiving and swindling, committing all kinds of evil. If you believe him, you might as well believe in ghosts in this world!"
"Strike together, kill him! Then break into the City of Extinction and wipe out the Wuji Sect," someone shouted.
"Yes, strike together!"
They drew ever closer, and everyone felt the terrifying pressure, despite the great distance.
At that moment, He Yitian could no longer hold back and strode forward. "My lords, wait a moment. I have something to say."
Chen Pingping’s clone was momentarily stunned. Huh?
He just wanted to buy some time, to allow Zhuge Wushuang, Mo Wuwei, and Hongxiu to prepare themselves properly. If He Yitian came out now, with his position and the influence of the He Family, it might deter this bunch. Wouldn’t that mess up his subsequent plans?
Sure enough, upon seeing He Yitian approach, over a hundred Lords looked stiff.
The appearance of a young talent from a major power signified the strength behind him. If he wanted to protect Chen Pingping, what was the punitive army to do? That was a major power with Saints among their ranks!
"I think Chen Pingping is right," He Yitian said with a faint smile.
"He Family’s young master, you cannot do this," a Lord said sternly. "This matter is unrelated to your He Family. Moreover, the Wuji Sect pillaged our foundations. If we let them go without reclaiming what belongs to us, how can we survive?"
They felt they had no choice. Without their cultivation foundations and resources, their sects would soon be consumed. Marching into the Wuji Sect and retrieving what belonged to them was their final option.
Within the crowd, Liu Changqing couldn’t help but ask someone nearby, "Is this He Family’s young master very powerful?"
The person glanced at Liu Changqing and answered, "Not him personally, but his family behind him is. They are a major power, with Saints, and possess vast resources. If he decides to protect the Wuji Sect, the punitive army will likely find it hard to make a move."
Liu Changqing: "..."
"Could it be?" Alan said morosely. "This Chen Pingping of Wuji Sect just arrived in the Nine Heavens—how could he know the young master of the He Family?"
"I’m not too clear on that."
"Impossible..." At that moment, someone countered, "They wouldn’t stop just because of one He Yitian. After all, this is a matter of life and death for their sects."
"That’s true. The He Family is indeed powerful, but they probably wouldn’t want to make enemies of seventy or eighty factions. That wouldn’t be good for them," someone else added.
After all, it’s a major power. Is it really okay for them to bully others based on strength?
Then another voice spoke, "The He Family’s young master has been here for quite some time. He arrived on a flying ship and came down alone. So... my guess is that He Yitian is acting personally, and the He Family isn’t involved."
"Makes sense."
Upon hearing this, Liu Changqing immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
A major power stepping in to protect Chen Pingping? That would be absurd! How long had Chen Pingping and the Wuji Sect been in the Southern Diaspora? There was no prior relationship between them at all...
High above, another Lord spoke up, "Young Master He, please spare us a way out. Can you refrain from getting involved in this matter?"
"Exactly!" Chen Pingping’s clone nodded. "This senior speaks wisely. He Yitian, please don’t get involved."
He Yitian: "???"
Everyone else was also taken aback. The He Family’s young master stepped forward, intending to protect the Wuji Sect and Chen Pingping, but... this guy! What nonsense was he spouting? Asking He Yitian not to get involved? What did that mean? Was he seeking death?
Chen Pingping’s clone continued, "Although I’ve already expelled that bastard from the sect, he was, after all, once a disciple of my Wuji Sect. Sigh... this matter is indeed my fault. If you seniors wish to attack my Wuji Sect, I have nothing to say. However..."
"However, what?" that Lord asked coldly.
"The elders in my Wuji Sect have bad tempers," Chen Pingping’s clone said.
"Are you joking?"
Seventy to eighty factions, over a hundred Lords, had banded together to form a punitive army, surging with killing intent as they converged here. Their purpose was clear. They would not stop because of a misunderstanding, nor would they hesitate because of Chen Pingping’s words. No matter what, they would reclaim what was theirs.
WHOOSH!
Over a hundred Lords had already reached the outskirts of the City of Extinction, merely a hundred meters away, their killing aura growing denser.
Meanwhile, He Yitian stood dazed, his face blank, momentarily at a loss. He had barely escaped from his family, eager to help settle this catastrophe, and now Chen Pingping was shunning him!
"Hey, hey, hey, everyone calm down! This is really a misunderstanding!" Chen Pingping’s clone exclaimed again. Seeing them draw closer to the City of Extinction, his heart pounded. He then added, "And I was serious just now. The elders in my Wuji Sect really do have bad tempers."
"Let them come out!" a Lord said icily. "Today, no matter who comes, we will eradicate your Wuji Sect."
"Exactly!"
They were resolute. Some Lords took out their Sacred Soldiers, preparing to awaken them and forcefully invade the City of Extinction.
But at that moment, from the misty layers of the City of Extinction, another figure emerged... an eerie figure.
Above his head hovered a black coffin, exuding terrifying waves of aura. Mist cascaded down from it, enveloping him and lending him a mysterious and eerie appearance.
He advanced step by step, his oppressive aura undisguised, spreading wantonly. The Void vibrated. The surrounding space distorted, ripples spreading out in all directions.
Saint Realm?
The crowd was left breathless. The group of Lords, who had been bristling with killing intent, froze.
This oppressive aura, this terrifying fluctuation of energy... Clearly, this was a Saint Realm powerhouse!
Damn it! Who said the strongest in the Wuji Sect were only at the Imperial Dao Realm? Which idiot was spouting such nonsense?
If the Clan Leader of the Golden Raven Clan were here and saw this coffin, he would surely know the secret it held. Alas, he was not present.
The one who had emerged was Zhuge Wushuang. The black coffin hovering above his head originated from the Hanging Ancient City and was a relic connected to the Demon Sealing Epic.
Back then, Chen Pingping had packed up all the coffins he could take from the Hanging Ancient City. Many of them still held corpses, their flesh undecayed, exuding terrifying auras...
Chen Pingping had selected a few empty coffins, those still carrying the energy fluctuations of their previous owners, for Zhuge Wushuang, Mo Wuwei, and Hongxiu to properly attune to.
This was how the current scene had come to pass.
In the crowd, Liu Changqing was stunned.
