Chapter 163: Chapter 163
The pupil in the center of the formation abruptly opened.
The Imperial members seemed to be swallowed up, falling into it, and their figures finally dissipated and vanished.
There were no longer any traces of them in the air.
The rising morning sun already carried a sense of scorching heat, its sunlight shining upon the entirety of Sword Sect Mountain.
"Alright! The enemy fled!"
"We won! We won!"
"Sect Master is mighty! Senior Adam is mighty!"
"What Imperial Clan? More like Inferior Clan!"
The Sword Sect disciples cheered one by one.
Sunlight shone on their faces, yet every one of them was brimming with tears.
Yes! They won! They survived!
But some people could never open their eyes again.
All the cheers slowly died down, and sorrow began to well up in their hearts.
With bloodstains and debris covering the ground, where was the previously thriving and peaceful scenery of the Sword Sect?
"Young Master..."
Cecilia grabbed Adam’s arm, her emotions complex.
"I know what you’re thinking. Don’t worry, it’s not over yet." Adam’s tone was chillingly cold.
How could he let them leave so easily?
He looked at the Sword Sect Master.
"Senior Sect Master, let’s go. I’ve already planted a tracking formation on them!"
"Alright!"
Lucian nodded, seemingly having anticipated this.
"Young Master, Sect Master, what are you doing?" Cecilia looked utterly confused.
"Sword Sect Mountain cannot become the main battlefield. If Senior Sect Master, myself, and them were to truly fight without restraint, this mountain would likely be razed to the ground."
"Therefore, I planted tracking formations on them. Once they leave Sword Sect Mountain, Senior Sect Master and I will pursue them!" Adam explained.
"So that’s how it is!" Cecilia suddenly understood, though she still felt worried.
"Young Master, should you bring a few more people along?"
"No need. In a battle of this level, having more people is no longer useful." Adam shook his head.
"Are you still worried about your Young Master? Your Young Master has never lost a battle!"
Adam rubbed Cecilia’s head.
"Okay, Young Master, but you must be careful!"
Cecilia knew the biggest help she could offer right now was to not get in the way.
"Senior, let’s go!" Adam looked at Lucian.
"Alright, wait a moment, let me say a few words."
Lucian nodded, turned around, and looked at the remaining disciples.
"Everyone, the Sword Sect has suffered this calamity. I know you are all grieving, and I will not offer words of comfort."
"I only wish to tell you, please firmly remember this sorrow and anger."
"This is the price of stepping onto the path of cultivation."
"This is the cruelty of this world. Even when doing nothing wrong, you never know when you, or the people around you, might die."
"The only thing we can trust is the sword in our hands."
"Only through continuous cultivation and continuous swinging of our swords can we protect the people important to us."
"Therefore, everyone, grieve!"
"Our swords grieve for those close to us, grieve for this heaven and earth, and grieve even more for ourselves!"
Lucian raised the sword in his hand, his voice full of majesty.
"Everyone, raise your swords! Offer your swords for our fallen Daoist friends!"
The sword in his hand erupted with an earth-shattering sword light that shot straight into the clouds.
"Offer swords for our Daoist friends!"
"Offer swords for our Daoist friends!"
"Offer swords for our Daoist friends!"
The swords of all the Sword Sect disciples shot up into the sky.
Cecilia also raised hers, her eyes completely red.
These senior brothers and sisters had all died to protect her, she channeled her power exceptionally hard.
As a Grandmaster, the height of her sword light even surpassed that of Great Grandmasters.
Adam raised his sword as well, with a serious expression, his sword light shot into the sky, rivaling the Sword Sect Master’s.
Countless sword gleams of different radiant colors shot upward, like streaks of shooting stars in the air, it was breathtakingly beautiful, even in broad daylight.
The Jade Auspicious Scepter suddenly flew onto Adam’s shoulder, seemingly admiring this spectacle, yet giving off a feeling of melancholy and loss.
The Imperial members, already beyond the boundary of Sword Sect Mountain, saw this scene and couldn’t help but sneer.
"Some shabby, old custom from who knows where!"
"The Sword Dao is just full of useless crap. It’s just a few dead people! Is there a need for such a show?"
"Hilarious, a few of those sword qi are pitifully weak, yet they still dare to offer their swords."
"Forget it, just treat it as a fireworks show!"
John didn’t speak, he just looked at Sword Sect Mountain, where sword light rained like a storm, his chest feeling constantly heavy.
This was an ominous sign.
As the Double-Pupil Holy Body, he had an innate early warning system for fortune and disaster.
"Enough, stop looking, let’s go quickly. We need to report this to the clan immediately, the Innate Dao Body is protected by someone with great means," John urged.
"Senior Brother John, don’t be in such a hurry, could it be they’d actually dare chase us?"
"Exactly, even if you gave them dozens of guts, they wouldn’t dare."
"Do they really think we are running away?"
The Dao Childs didn’t care, watching the rain of swords and chatting jokingly.
In reality, they were trying to dispel the tension in their hearts.
They had failed their mission for the first time, they would definitely be blamed upon returning.
"I’ll say it one more time, we leave immediately!" John’s face darkened.
"Alright, Senior Brother John!"
Seeing that John was angry, they couldn’t continue watching, they started the divine chariot, preparing to leave.
Suddenly, a spatial rift appeared in front of the divine chariot, and an icy-cold voice echoed from within.
"Did I say you could leave?"
A voice echoed from the spatial rift.
Everyone from the Imperial Clan was startled, divine light surfaced on their bodies as they looked vigilantly toward the rift.
They saw a figure in azure robes step out from the void, bursting with terrifying killing intent.
"Eyes of Wrath!"
BOOM!
A gleam flashed in John’s dual pupils, resisting the heaven-shaking coercion.
The other four Dao Childs had to fiercely circulate their divine abilities just to withstand it. As for the several Imperial Guards, they were blasted flying, spitting out fresh blood!
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