"Disciples of Purple Mist Valley, follow me, Gu Mo, and defend our Purple Mist Valley. We will never allow outsiders to bully our sect and trample our dignity underfoot."
As he spoke, Gu Mo grabbed his Magical Treasure, the triangular bore.
"Crack!" In just a short time, the Protecting Array of Purple Mist Valley had been blasted open by the strong cultivators of the Nine Sounds Sect.
The aura of Purple Mist Valley’s Sect was formidable, but its Protecting Array was hardly praiseworthy—barely a low-level fifth-tier array.
Thousands upon tens of thousands of people bombarding this array simultaneously, including a Primordial Soul Realm cultivator, allowed it to hold up for quite some time, which was rather impressive.
Gu Mo, leading the disciples of Purple Mist Valley, had not yet reached the sect when the people of Nine Sounds Sect had already rushed in.
This was simply outrageous. If it were just shouting outside the sect, there might have been room to maneuver.
Now, the Nine Sounds Sect had broken through the Protecting Array from top to bottom, breaking into Purple Mist Valley. They intended to annihilate the sect.
If they did not annihilate the sect, Nine Sounds Sect could no longer hold its head high in the Taoist Realm.
The disciples of Purple Mist Valley were so furious that they wished to immediately rush up and fight desperately against the people of Nine Sounds Sect, who had invaded their home.
But Gu Mo was utterly horrified.
According to the information brought by Liu Yinzhu, Ding Huan said that Nine Sounds Sect would break the Protecting Array and storm into Purple Mist Valley to annihilate the sect.
He was speechless.
If he were to fall, this could definitely happen.
As long as he, Gu Mo, was still alive, Nine Sounds Sect could never annihilate Purple Mist Valley.
If Purple Mist Valley could not be annihilated, it was impossible for Nine Sounds Sect to break the array and enter. They should still be confronting each other through the sect, aiming to gain control of Purple Garden Mountain.
Now, it was clear that he had misjudged, and Ding Huan’s judgment was correct.
At this moment, he was deeply regretful because he had not heeded Ding Huan’s advice to set up a Killing Trap Array inside the sect.
If he had listened to Ding Huan, then Nine Sounds Sect would presently be walking into their own demise.
How did Ding Huan know this illogical turn of events?
Gu Mo initially wanted to lead the charge, but then he remembered the words Ding Huan had sent through Liu Yinzhu.
Do not strike first, wait until they charge, then go all out.
With this thought, Gu Mo forcibly suppressed his urge to charge.
Just when Gu Mo thought they were about to charge, something entirely unexpected happened.
Not only did the Nine Sounds Sect not charge, but each disciple brought out a cylinder. When activated, clouds of smoke filled the area for several miles.
What did this mean?
When the smoke drifted over, Gu Mo’s heart shuddered, and he understood.
The smoke released by the opponent was the same type of toxin he had encountered.
Nine Sounds Sect was so despicable, using such dreadful Poison Fog to deal with Purple Mist Valley.
This kind of poison, even he could not resist, let alone the disciples and elders. They dared to release the poison overtly; they must have taken an antidote.
He could not wait any longer. Now was the time to attack, kill one to break even, killing two would be a gain.
No, wait...
Gu Mo suddenly understood the situation and shouted angrily:
"Chang Qi, Hao Wudao, are you openly challenging the rules of the Taoist Realm?
You, one a Sect Master, the other a Supreme Elder, storm into my Purple Mist Valley, do you think the Taoist Realm can still tolerate the existence of your Nine Sounds Sect after this?"
Gu Mo finally understood what the high incense meant—it was definitely a detoxifier.
Ding Huan had instructed them to burn high incense before the battle as a way to inhale the antidote ahead of time.
At this time, the people of Nine Sounds Sect, thinking that Purple Mist Valley’s cultivators were already neutralized from the poison, would lower their guard. Awaiting in ease, they could seize the chance to strategize against them.
"Ha-ha, Gu Mo, the ignorant fool, I never expected you to still be alive, Hao’s expectations were indeed defied. My disciples of Nine Sounds Sect, Purple Mist Valley has occupied our Purple Garden Mountain for too long; let’s annihilate them."
Hao Wudao laughed heartily; he had been wanting to annihilate Purple Mist Valley for a long time, and today he finally had the chance.
Over eight thousand disciples of Nine Sounds Sect surged forward.
Gu Mo roared, "Disciples of Purple Mist Valley, spare no effort in this battle, give it your all, kill!"
Anyone with a bit of knowledge about battle arrays would know that in such a large battle of nearly twenty thousand people, charging chaotically would be the most foolish act.
Totally disorderly, unorganized, each fighting for themselves, there was no collective strength.
Regardless, whether it was Nine Sounds Sect or Purple Mist Valley, these elders and disciples, all were cultivating for immortality.
Who would bother learning about army confrontations?
Moreover, to the eyes of Nine Sounds Sect, once the people of Purple Mist Valley were poisoned, what followed was merely slicing them down effortlessly; what need was there for battle formations or troop alignment?
At this moment, every member of Nine Sounds Sect was just eager to take advantage of the poisoning of the people of Purple Mist Valley to collect as many heads as possible.
Ding Huan was not here; if Ding Huan were here, he would surely berate Gu Mo for being foolish.
In this battle, had he commanded, he could’ve ensured the complete annihilation of the cultivators sent by Nine Sounds Sect.
Knowing that an inter-army battle was imminent, he had already informed Gu Mo about Nine Sounds Sect’s upcoming assault into Purple Mist Valley.
Yet, Gu Mo had not set up a military array; had he arranged for one, bolstered by the pre-established Killing Trap Array, would not over ten thousand Purple Mist Valley people have decimated Eight Thousand of Nine Sounds Sect?
It was somewhat understandable for Nine Sounds Sect to rush headlong, thinking that the cultivators of Purple Mist Valley were poisoned and no needtoArray their troops.
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But for Gu Mo to let Purple Mist Valley’s disciples rush in haphazardly, that was incomprehensible.
"Ah!"
As the first scream rose, the entire battlefield was shrouded in blood mist, with cultivators falling everywhere.
Gu Mo watched as the unprepared disciples of the Nine Sounds Sect rushed into the ranks of the Purple Mist Valley disciples and were then slain, feeling immensely satisfied.
He was grateful he had listened to Liu Yinzhu’s suggestion to burn incense.
Initially, he hadn’t planned on burning incense, but Liu Yinzhu had insisted repeatedly that Ding Huan must have a reason for her actions.
Considering the previous disappearance of Gong Hua in search of Ding Huan, he decided to follow Liu Yinzhu’s suggestion, crafted the incense, and let the disciples going into battle witness the incense burning in the sect’s main hall.
Otherwise, it would have been the time for Purple Mist Valley to be annihilated.
A group of poisoned disciples, did you expect them to counterattack?
"They weren’t poisoned…" Sect Master Chang Qi of the Nine Sounds Sect finally realized.
The first wave hit the Nine Sounds Sect disastrously.
Without Chang Qi’s reminder, the disciples of the Nine Sounds Sect all came to their senses.
Only at this moment did the disciples of the Nine Sounds Sect start to guard against the counterattacks from the Purple Mist Valley disciples.
But in the first wave alone, they had lost nearly a thousand or two thousand people.
"Gu Mo, let’s see where you can run to today."
Hao Wudao was also furious, having been unwittingly outmaneuvered by Gu Mo.
At this moment, he struck mercilessly, and though his name meant ’without a sword,’ he was surrounded by at least five different blades.
Gu Mo’s triangular mace also whipped up a storm of shadows toward Hao Wudao,
"Last time it was indeed you who ambushed me, despicable scoundrel."
Hao Wudao didn’t respond, his five swords forming a Killing Array not only trapped Gu Mo’s mace shadows, but also trapped Gu Mo himself for a time.
Gu Mo knew Hao Wudao was the only Primordial Soul cultivator in the Nine Sounds Sect; confronting Hao Wudao meant he couldn’t support other members of his sect for a while.
But out of the corner of his eye, he saw that after the initial losses, the Nine Sounds Sect had now stabilized their position.
The True Pill elders of the Purple Mist Valley were continuously slain by Chang Qi, and he couldn’t see any trace of Dong Lishang, the Law Enforcement Elder he had high hopes for.
Obviously, Dong Lishang had fled after the onset of the battle.
This filled his heart with sorrow.
For the sake of Dong Lishang and Gong Hua, he had wronged his lifesaver, Ding Huan. Now, look at the irony.
Not only had Dong Lishang fled from Purple Mist Valley, but several True Pill elders had also fled with him.
So what if the Purple Mist Valley had more disciples than the Nine Sounds Sect?
In such a cultivator’s battle, without a strategy to leverage their numerical advantage, it ultimately came down to the prowess of the stronger experts.
What made Gu Mo even more furious was Elder He, a Primordial Soul elder who absorbed a vast amount of the sect’s cultivation resources every year, who still did not show up even though the sect was on the brink of annihilation.
In this life-and-death battle, those who hadn’t fled early were now basically without hope of escape.
The disciples of Purple Mist Valley understood this and fought as if their lives depended on it.
Even if they were to die, they intended to take someone down with them.
The number of Purple Mist Valley’s disciples rapidly decreased, just as the disciples from the Nine Sounds Sect did.
Gu Mo’s strength was not actually inferior to Hao Wudao, but being recently healed from severe injuries and worried about other elders and disciples from Purple Mist Valley, he was somewhat at a disadvantage against Hao Wudao.
When he saw Liu Yinzhu about to be killed by Nine Sounds Sect’s Sect Master Chang Qi, he could no longer restrain himself and frantically charged towards Chang Qi, slapping him hard on the forehead.
Chang Qi was also a sect master, but as a True Pill realm sect master facing the Primordial Soul realm Gu Mo, he was no match and didn’t even have a chance to fight back.
Just one slap, and Chang Qi’s head burst apart.
"Puh!" A blood light exploded on Gu Mo’s body.
His reckless slap also left him severely wounded.
Hao Wudao, now even angrier than Gu Mo, lunged at him crazily after inflicting a grievous blow.
Gu Mo had actually killed Chang Qi, the sect master of his Nine Sounds Sect.
At this moment, Hao Wudao only had regrets for allowing Gu Mo the opportunity to strike at Chang Qi.
With a "crack!" Gu Mo’s waist was split open by Hao Wudao’s blade, nearly being cut in half.
Suffering from a loss of initiative, Gu Mo received consecutive heavy injuries.
Yet even so, Gu Mo did not fall; spitting blood from the corners of his mouth, he did not retreat but instead turned around and grabbed Hao Wudao, unleashing a torrent of True Yuan.
Hao Wudao’s bones continued to shatter, and his Dantian was crushed by one of Gu Mo’s hands.
With a "boom!" Gu Mo was kicked away by Hao Wudao.
Hao Wudao, heavily injured, was also spewing blood.
"You, Gu Mo, I’m going to eat you alive," Hao Wudao’s eyes were blood red with fury.
With his Dantian shattered, his future was gone.
"Sect Master," Liu Yinzhu, who had been rescued, immediately hugged Gu Mo.
"Quick, run, find Ding Huan… take you away…" Gu Mo managed only those few words before his head drooped.
Where could Liu Yinzhu dare to delay even a moment, as it was clear that Purple Mist Valley was going to be utterly defeated?
She picked up Gu Mo and used a Forbidden Technique to flee.
How could Hao Wudao let Liu Yinzhu and Gu Mo escape? Seeing Liu Yinzhu fleeing, he also chased after her without hesitation.
But due to his severe injuries, his speed was only about the same as Liu Yinzhu’s.
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