Chapter 481: Chapter 467: Aggressive?
In the night sky above, Wen Siyuan clutched his head with both hands, letting out an incredibly shrill scream.
Sent flying by a single slash from Shen Lang, he was already severely wounded and shot backward like a cannonball.
Just a few meters from the ground, the excruciating pain finally jolted Wen Siyuan’s mind back to clarity, if only for a moment.
He gave a flap of his wings, unleashing a tyrannical power that stirred up a furious gale. He forced his body to stabilize, landing somewhat uneasily on the ground.
The moment he landed, Wen Siyuan was panting heavily. He glared venomously at Shen Lang on the platform as his hands slowly lowered from his head.
A horrifying gash stretched from Wen Siyuan’s forehead all the way down to his chin.
Amid the mangled flesh and blood, the stark white of his bone was faintly visible within the deep wound!
Wen Siyuan’s chest heaved violently. His face was a bloody mess, his eyes filled with venomous hatred, yet also a hint of disbelief. He stood there, allowing his fellow sect members to sprinkle medicinal powder on his wound to staunch the bleeding.
But despite their efforts, the crimson blood on Wen Siyuan’s face could not be stopped. It trickled down ceaselessly, staining half his body red.
A brief, eerie silence fell over the Martial Arts Arena.
It was followed by a wave of sharp intakes of breath rippling through the crowd.
’A single, casual slash from Shen Lang had shattered the Profound Artifact of a Xuanwu Realm Ninth Heaven powerhouse and left him in this state?’
’If he had time to gather his power before that strike, could he actually kill a Xuanwu Realm Ninth Heaven powerhouse in one blow?’
’Xuanwu Realm Ninth Heaven!’
’That was the highest Cultivation Level below the King Martial Realm! Even the Profound Dao Sect only had three or four Xuanwu Realm Ninth Heaven powerhouses at most.’
’Breaking the Array of the Spirit Pattern Pillars was terrifying enough... but had Shen Lang’s Martial Arts prowess really reached such a level?’
Everyone, whether from the Profound Dao Sect or the other sects, stared at the proudly standing Shen Lang on the platform, their faces frozen in a dazed stupor.
The other old-timers from the Artifact Origin Sect had been poised to charge, but Shen Lang’s incomparably tyrannical slash had utterly frozen them in place.
’If Wen Siyuan had actually managed to kill Shen Lang in one move and reclaim the Spirit Pattern Pillars,’ they thought, ’the Profound Dao Sect wouldn’t have dared to do a thing to them.’
’How could a mere Profound Iron Level Influence contend with the Artifact Refining Grand Sect, the Artifact Origin Sect?’
’Even if their disciple had some talent, so what? Killing him wouldn’t be a big deal.’
But now, with Wen Siyuan grievously wounded and the Profound Dao Sect radiating a menacing aura, they were all terrified.
The members of the Profound Dao Sect had now reacted. The immense Momentum of several thousand people pressed down on them like a collapsing mountain, locking them firmly in place.
The Divine Thought of several hundred Xuanwu Realm powerhouses enveloped them. If they dared to make the slightest move, the shift in energies would trigger an immediate response, and they would likely be obliterated on the spot.
’What chance did they have of dealing with Shen Lang now?’
"What? Judging by your expressions, you don’t just want the Spirit Pattern Pillars back... you want to kill me too?"
On the platform, a cold glint flashed in Shen Lang’s eyes as he stared at Tong Fan and his group, his killing intent palpable.
The blade of the Immortal Celestial Saber in his hand was wreathed in a black mist, giving it an incredibly sinister appearance that made one’s heart pound with fear at a single glance.
"N-No... It’s a misunderstanding. A complete misunderstanding..." Tong Fan stammered, waving his hands frantically.
’Wen Siyuan’s injury was partly due to his own carelessness, yes, but to be able to wound him so badly with such a casual, hurried strike... I’m no match for Shen Lang,’ Tong Fan admitted to himself.
His group’s momentum was now completely suppressed by Shen Lang and the Profound Dao Sect, and the Spirit Pattern Pillars had been snatched from right under their noses. The mind of the cunning old Tong Fan was in utter chaos; his earlier arrogance had vanished without a trace.
Not long ago, Shen Lang had activated the power of his Chaos Divine Body and killed Fu Chen, the Grand Elder of the Holy Light Sect and a Xuanwu Realm Ninth Heaven powerhouse, with his bare hands.
The sheer tyrannical power he had displayed then was even greater than what they were witnessing now.
Had Wen Siyuan known Shen Lang possessed such power, even blinded by rage and desperate to retrieve the Spirit Pattern Pillars, he would never have been so reckless as to charge onto the platform.
Tong Fan, Wen Siyuan, and the others were now in an awkward predicament—they could neither stay nor go, neither sit nor stand. They simply stared blankly at Shen Lang in unison.
’Losing to the Profound Dao Sect is shameful, but shame is a small matter compared to losing the Spirit Pattern Pillars!’
The Spirit Pattern Pillars were far too important to the Artifact Origin Sect. None of them could bear the responsibility for losing them.
’If they lost the pillars, they would go down in history as the greatest sinners of the Artifact Origin Sect!’
"Shen Lang, our skills are inferior. We admit defeat. Please, return the Spirit Pattern Pillars to us. We will concede and leave immediately."
Tong Fan’s voice was stiff and hoarse, as if speaking took all the strength he had left.
And in that short span of time, his face seemed to have aged by decades...
"Are you sure you want the Spirit Pattern Pillars back?" Shen Lang shot Tong Fan a cold glance.
Before Tong Fan could reply, Shen Lang flicked his left hand. Amidst a flash of seven-colored divine light, the nine massive Spirit Pattern Pillars reappeared on the platform.
"Fine," Shen Lang said magnanimously. "Come and get them."
Tong Fan and his group looked as if they were about to cry.
The Spirit Pattern Pillars had already bonded with him; in other words, they were now completely under Shen Lang’s control!
If they walked up there now, it was questionable if the six old-timers would even make it back alive...
What if the six of them went up there, only for Shen Lang to activate the pillars and suppress them directly?
Members of the Artifact Origin Sect, killed by their own sect’s ultimate treasure...
The Elder Ancestors of the Artifact Origin Sect would probably cough up blood from pure rage.
’But if we don’t go up, are we supposed to just abandon the Spirit Pattern Pillars and leave?’
’If we had known this would happen, we should have brought a few of the King Martial Realm seniors from the Sect with us to the Profound Dao Sect!’
The seniors were waiting just outside the Profound Dao Sect, yet here, this group was caught in a life-or-death dilemma...
Tong Fan stared blankly at the nine Spirit Pattern Pillars. A strange light emanated from them, and he could faintly perceive a mystical connection between the nine pillars, as if they had merged into a single entity.
This was something that had never happened before at the Artifact Origin Sect.
It meant that the Profound Mysteries within the Spirit Pattern Pillars had been completely mastered and awakened by Shen Lang!
A Treasure of the Sect that had been with the Artifact Origin Sect for ten thousand years, one that countless geniuses had studied and contemplated, had just had its power awakened by an enemy, who then snatched it away...
"Why is this happening?!"
Tong Fan let out a long sigh, then abruptly spat out a mouthful of blood and fell backward, stiff as a board.
The other old-timers from the Artifact Origin Sect were shocked and scrambled to catch him.
"You bastards from the Artifact Origin Sect, get out of the Profound Dao Sect!"
From the crowd, Cai Chaoqun’s voice suddenly boomed like a thunderclap.
"Get out of the Profound Dao Sect!"
Thousands of Profound Dao Sect disciples roared in unison, their voices thundering, deafeningly loud.
The members of the other sects turned pale and huddled together, terrified that the Profound Dao Sect would settle scores with them later.
Earlier, they had mocked the Profound Dao Sect relentlessly and fanned the flames for the Artifact Origin Sect, humiliating the Profound Dao Sect disciples quite miserably.
’Who would have thought the situation would reverse so completely, with the Artifact Origin Sect ending up in such a sorry state.’
’Not only had they been utterly defeated, but their Treasure of the Sect had been stolen by this young man from the Profound Dao Sect... If they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes, they would never have believed it.’
As for the people of the Profound Dao Sect, aside from War Wolf and a few other Commanders, who even remembered these minor characters?
Right now, they were feeling utterly ecstatic, unbelievably excited.
They wanted to scream, to shout endlessly, to vent all their pent-up frustration and express their unbridled joy!
How many years had it been...
The people of the Profound Dao Sect couldn’t remember the last time they had felt so cathartic, so thoroughly vindicated!
For the past few days, the Artifact Origin Sect had them completely suppressed. Never mind the ordinary disciples; even the Sect Leader and the Elders could only swallow their anger and say nothing.
All they could do was wear dark expressions and pretend to be deep in thought, while silently cursing the Artifact Origin Sect’s ancestors back eighteen generations.
But now, Shen Lang had finally returned and crushed the Artifact Origin Sect with his brazen display of power.
He had seized their nine Spirit Pattern Pillars, slashed one of their Elders to within an inch of his life, and angered their leader, Tong Fan, to the point of coughing up blood and passing out...
Once word of this got out, the Profound Dao Sect’s reputation would soar, and its might would shake the entire Western Wilderness!
"Let’s go!"
One of the men from the Artifact Origin Sect supported the unconscious Tong Fan and said coldly, intending to leave the Profound Dao Sect without even bothering about their disciples still on the platform.
"What, you think you can just walk away like that?" Shen Lang said, his cold gaze sweeping over them.
The man’s eye twitched violently. "A group of our disciples are unconscious because of you, an Elder is grievously wounded by you, and Elder Tong was angered by you to the point of coughing up blood and fainting," he said, his voice laced with sinister venom. "You even took our Spirit Pattern Pillars. What more could you possibly want?"
"I’d advise you not to push things too far. There’s no need to be so aggressive."
Shen Lang’s eyebrow twitched. "Don’t act so pathetic, and drop the look of righteous fury, as if you’re the victims here. You’re the ones who came to our gates to provoke us. You’re the ones who paraded around with your Spirit Pattern Pillars. You’re the ones who sneered at and mocked our Profound Dao Sect. If anyone has the right to be angry, it’s us."
"And what’s-his-name, the one who coughed up blood—didn’t he agree to the terms? That if he lost, he would crawl his way out of the Profound Dao Sect. What’s the point of this nonsense now?"
"Where’s all that smugness from before? Where did that tyrannical arrogance go?"
"You had the guts to brazenly attack our sect, but now that you see you can’t win, you want to play the innocent victim and just walk away scot-free?"
"The Profound Dao Sect may be small, but we are not a doormat for you to trample on! This isn’t a place you can just come and go as you please!"
Shen Lang’s voice started low and rose with each word, his final sentence ringing out and making the blood of every Profound Dao Sect disciple boil with passion!
The atmosphere in the arena grew feverish once more.
On the viewing stands, Su Wenxuan and the Elders sat like old monks in deep Meditation, not saying a word as they quietly watched the scene unfold below.
The old-timers from the Artifact Origin Sect were speechless, so furious they felt like spitting blood.
’Now they were actually jealous of Tong Fan. How much easier, how much more comfortable it would be to just faint like he did...’
"Crawl! Crawl!"
Finally able to hold their heads high, the members of the Profound Dao Sect roared in unison, their eyes bloodshot and their bodies coursing with adrenaline.
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