Cheng Yuanzhen kept moving, not even bothering with his subordinates, and fled down the mountain.
He wasn't like these Jianghu people; he served the emperor and mingled in the palace, so he knew what "Transcendent Grandmaster" meant!
"Absolutely cannot be fought directly!"
Just bringing the news that "the Ming Cult once again has a Transcendent Grandmaster" back to Shuntian Prefecture was enough!
After the three sect leaders ran for a while and saw that Yun Zelin had not pursued them, they cautiously turned back, rescued some of the Jinyiwei (Imperial Guards), soldiers, and Mount Tai Sect disciples, and then fled down the mountain together.
What they didn't know was that the foot of the mountain was also in chaos.
Outside Tai'an city, a farm.
"Lan Lechuan is dead?" A middle-aged woman slammed her hand on the table and glared at the person in front of her.
"Yes..." The person hesitated for a moment, "The Right Envoy told us to seal the news and not tell anyone else."
"Your subordinate also doesn't know the Right Envoy's whereabouts, and I was afraid of delaying the Holy Cult's grand plan, so I reported to you, Protector Mao."
This middle-aged woman was Mao Yingxia, the chief of the Ming Cult's four great protectors. She and Lan Lechuan were from the same master, both personal disciples of the former Ming Cult leader, Ji Tianrui.
"Senior Brother Lan..." She was silent for a moment, a look of sadness appearing on her face.
"Why bother... If Zuo Lishan is gone, he's gone; just find another blood meal... Why go to such lengths..."
"Where is the body now?" Mao Yingxia asked.
"Unknown... Perhaps it's still on Mount Tai Sect."
Boom!
Mao Yingxia actually slammed her palm on the table. The table shattered in response, leaving a deep palm print on the ground.
"Yun Zelin! Yun Zelin! Madman, madman!"
She gritted her teeth and said, "I always thought he was crazy and had ulterior motives!"
"I really don't know why Master specifically chose him to be this Right Envoy. The cult spent so much effort to reshape his bones, only to raise an ungrateful wolf who bites the hand that feeds him!"
She looked towards Tai'an city in the distance, vaguely hearing the wails coming from the city and seeing several fires.
"...Forget it."
"This afternoon, Yun Zelin sent a message telling me to enter the city early, and I had a bad feeling."
"He's using our Ming Cult's manpower to hold back his enemies so he can carry out his plans."
Mao Yingxia frowned in thought for a moment, then waved her hand.
"Notify the cult members, there's no need to send people to Mount Tai Sect. If Yun Zelin wants to go mad, let him go mad by himself. After using Zuo Lishan's heart, he won't live much longer anyway."
"Send someone to notify Flag Bearer Wei; there's no need to wait until dawn, enter the city directly."
"As long as these three thousand 'Gu Soldiers' can be trained, our Ming Cult's grand plan can be achieved!"
The person left to carry out the order, but Mao Yingxia slumped onto her chair.
This was because she and Lan Lechuan were not just fellow disciples; they also had a brief romantic entanglement.
"Senior Brother Lan, oh Senior Brother Lan... Why bother..."
"You clearly vaguely sensed that the Cult Leader had placed a Gu on you, so why did you still fight so desperately...?"
"Was it unwillingness to be reduced to blood meal, only wishing to die in battle... or were you truly so foolishly loyal...?"
"Sigh..."
The person was gone, and their thoughts would never be known by the living.
After a long while, Mao Yingxia gathered herself, stood up, and was about to go out to see how the cult members were preparing.
But suddenly, she heard a huge roar from outside.
"!!!" Mao Yingxia quickly walked out and looked into the distance.
In the distance, several Ming Cult disciples suddenly flew three or four zhang high, then fell heavily to the ground, making dull thuds.
Dust flew, and loud noises continued to come.
Mao Yingxia's gaze sharpened, and she muttered "rustle rustle" for a while, as if it were an incantation.
After finishing the incantation, she used her lightness skill to rush towards that direction.
As she got closer, the screams, roars, and wails of the Ming Cult disciples became even more piercing.
Finally, Mao Yingxia stopped a hundred zhang outside the battlefield.
In front of her, there was a "blood pool."
At the center of the "blood pool," Li Miao punched, and a Ming Cult disciple's back exploded, flesh and blood splattering, transparent from front to back.
The surrounding Ming Cult disciples reluctantly stepped forward, their weapons striking Li Miao's body, surprisingly producing the sound of metal clashing.
Li Miao swung his arm, sweeping like a large spear, and those weapons shattered one after another.
Then, he struck a palm through the air, internal energy leaving his body, hitting the broken weapons, which shot out like sharp arrows, instantly impaling four or five people onto the ground like skewers, making them wail continuously.
Flesh and blood accumulated on the ground; stepping on it produced a sticky sound.
"Li! Miao!" Mao Yingxia gritted her teeth and uttered.
Li Miao felt the killing intent, turned his head to look, and met Mao Yingxia's gaze.
Without a single word, Li Miao moved his feet, suddenly flashing over ten zhang, and the distance between him and Mao Yingxia rapidly shortened.
Mao Yingxia knew she was no match, stepped on the ground, and floated backward.
One chased, one fled, and the surrounding Ming Cult disciples continued to surround them.
Li Miao simply pursued Mao Yingxia in a straight line.
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The perspective shifted upwards, over the vast wilderness, where scattered people were spread across it like a gathering ant colony.
And in the middle of this ant colony, a bloody horizontal line was continuously extending.
It was like a child playing, drawing a straight line with a paintbrush in the middle of insects.
Using the ground as a canvas, and blood as paint.
Li Miao did not look sideways, his hearing already conveying the surrounding information.
One punch, piercing through a chest.
One palm, tearing flesh.
A sharp sword flew backward, cutting a human body in half.
A long spear shot directly into the crowd, impaling the still-living onto the ground, making them struggle and wail continuously.
This place was like purgatory.
And the distance between Mao Yingxia and Li Miao was constantly shrinking.
Gradually, the speed at which the Ming Cult disciples surged forward slowed.
They were afraid.
The so-called fearlessness of death was just a false illusion, like a soap bubble that bursts with a poke. Most people's "fearlessness of death" was actually just a casual flippancy towards something they didn't really understand.
Only when death truly arrived before them would they genuinely feel that bone-deep terror.
They were accustomed to the deaths of others, so they presumptuously thought that life and death were nothing more than this.
But at this moment, in front of Li Miao, "death" was no longer an abstract concept.
Death was not the tranquility of everything becoming nothing.
Death was not an outcome, but a painful process.
"Death" was severed limbs, uncontrollable wails; it was dried eyeballs, with mosquitoes and flies crawling on them; it was unwilling struggles, a coldness that swept through the entire body;
It was flowing internal organs, iron implements inserted into the body, splattering flesh and blood, a nauseating stench.
In the face of such concrete and intense death, they began to hesitate, began to retreat.
Thus, Li Miao's speed increased again.
Mao Yingxia listened to the constantly approaching screams behind her, sweat seeping from her forehead, and fled with all her might.
"How could this be! How could this be!"
"'Vajra', '"Jiezi"'! How could he cultivate two paths to Transcendent Grandmaster! How could he still be alive after cultivating them!"
"No, no, almost there! Almost there!"
Finally, a look of joy appeared on Mao Yingxia's face.
"Rustle rustle rustle rustle..." That obscure incantation once again came from her mouth.