God Emperor

Chapter 743 - The Dance of the Demonic Sect

Chapter 743: The Dance of the Demonic Sect

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After all, they had congregated around the Scroll Mountain and within the Yin and Yang Sect’s sphere of influence. Many inner and outer disciples of the Sect were in a large open field outside.

All these disciples were enraged by the Demonic Sect.

“How abominable! How dare the Demonic Sect act so arrogantly at God Falling Ridge! Obviously, they don’t respect the Yin and Yang Sect at all.”

“If our young representatives are all defeated by the Demonic Sect and can’t reach the summit today, we can never hold our heads up high again!”

“I’m so angry at my weak cultivation. I could have fought the Demonic Sect to the death if I was a bit stronger.”

A commotion broke out among the Yin and Yang Sect disciples. Nearly ten thousand of them swarmed to the Scroll Mountain like a rising tide.

However, the cultivations of these disciples were relatively weak. They were largely made up of Earth and Heaven Realms disciples. About 15 kilometers away from the Scroll Mountain, the imperial army who was maintaining order intercepted them and kept them away, barring their entry into the banquet.

Not only were the Yin and Yang disciples enraged, even their Half-Saint Patriarchs were incensed. They did not drive these evil Monks off their turf only because of Saint Lady. She was holding an edict from the Empress which represented the latter’s supreme will.

CRASH!

A Yin and Yang Sect Half-Saint Patriarch on a red sandalwood Holy Seat had crushed its armrest to pieces. He snorted. “I can’t understand why the Empress has allowed these evil Monks from the Demonic Sect and the Black Market to attend!”

Every other Half-Saint Patriarch was clenching his fists. They were all infuriated.

The Master of the Yin and Yang Sect, Ning Xuandao, remained quite calm. He smiled quietly. “The Empress’s cultivation is peerless under the heavens. No one can match her supremacy after the Middle Ancient Times. As such, she must be also a magnanimous person.”

Except for a few more composed Saints, the other Half-Saint Patriarchs all sighed.

After all, Qin Yufan was a young Yin and Yang Sect disciple, one of their top 10. Yet, he was still badly injured by Flood-dragon Four and Roc Six.

They could no longer succeed at the Kunlun Heir’s banquet, could they?

Must they watch the Demonic Sect maim their younger disciples?

In a manor within Shentai City.

The Patriarch of the Divine Dragon half-human clan, Ao Yi, kept his hands behind his back, frowning as he stared at the Scroll Mountain. “The Yin and Yin Sect must be terribly embarrassed tonight.”

A Half-Saint from the clan stood behind Ao Yi. “Only half the young fighters of the Demonic Sect are here. They might not be able to crush the youngsters from the Yin and Yang Sect.”

Ao Yi shook his head. “Although the Yin and Yang Sect is huge–they claim to be the largest sect of the Eastern Region–they are still far from rivaling the Moon Worship Demonic Sect’s power. Especially this generation. So many superiors have emerged from the Demonic Sect that even the Black Market and the Ming Hall cannot match them.

“And the Demonic Sect isn’t the Yin and Yang Sect’s only enemy.

“Young geniuses from the Taiji Sect, the Four Symbols Sect, and the Bagua Sect will all be here tonight. They might attack the Yin and Yang Sect to gain an unfair advantage in the upcoming Sword Technique Conference.”

Many Half-Saints and Saints from different quarters had gathered in Shentai City, all staring at the Scroll Mountain and paying close attention to the banquet tonight.

Those with discerning eyes could see how embarrassed the Yin and Yang Sect was. They were the hosts, yet they had been badly beaten by an outside force. They could not be more embarrassed by the turn of events.

This had come about because of their neutral stance. The Yin and Yang Sect did not want to offend anyone. They had always refused to associate with other forces, standing aloof and preferring not to be showy, biding their time.

When they were faced with such a crisis now, they naturally could not find an ally to support them.

Many were wondering whether the Empress had issued the edict and held the banquet at the Yin and Yang Sect because she had expected this outcome. Did she want to force the Sect to submit completely to the court?

The young fighters from the Yin and Yang Sect were obviously not the match of the Demonic Sect. Would they choose to eat humble pie, or ask the imperial court to help?

At the foot of the mountain, Zhang Ruochen was giving instructions to two Yin and Yang Sect disciples. He was getting them to carry Qin Yufan away.

His eyes glanced at the summit of the Scroll Mountain. He inhaled a deep breath and clenched his fists involuntarily.

Under the tireless gaze of the crowd, Zhang Ruochen stepped confidently on the bottom stair of the stairway leading up to the summit.

Scrolls stacked the stairway.

“WHIZZ!”

His left foot stepped on the bottom stair and the scroll under his foot emanated a faint glow. Countless characters soared out and swirled around him.

Each character was a single Inscription of Array. Together, they were suppressing the space domain of the entire mountain.

Although Huang Yanchen knew she would be the target of the Demonic Monks if she continued to follow Lin Yue, she still went on without hesitating.

She was desperate to know how they were related.

Over half the 18,000 Talent Seats were occupied. The talents fixed their eyes on Zhang Ruochen, many itching to fight a challenger.

Yet, they did not dare to fight Lin Yue as his reputation was so awesome.

They glanced at Huang Yanchen behind him instead and realized that her cultivation was only of the Seventh Change in the Fish-Dragon Realm.

The vast majority of these Monks were of the Ninth Change in the Fish-Dragon Realm. They obviously would not allow Huang Yanchen to proceed.

How could a girl of the Seventh Change in the Fish-Dragon Realm sit above them?

“If you want to continue up, you’ll have to get past me first!”

A woman dressed all in black rose from her Talent Seat. She was of the Ninth Change in the Fish-Dragon Realm. Clenching a blood-red sword in her hand, she slashed at Huang Yanchen.

The sword emitted an overpowering bloody stench and turned into a blood fog, enveloping Huang Yanchen.

A twelfth-level Genuine Martial Arm, her Bloodsucking Sword was forged by the Blood Sea Sect.

When it had absorbed enough blood, its blade would reach the Holy Weapon class and produce a Blood Spirit.

Her Bloodsucking Sword was very nearly in the Holy Weapon class. It meant that she had obviously killed many people and her hands were stained with blood.

Zhang Ruochen’s eyes turned cold. He turned around suddenly and raised his arm, slashing the Golden Snake Divine Rapier at her with a natural, flowing strike.

“WHAM!”

A crescent-shaped Sword Qi soared out from the Golden Snake Divine Rapier, striking the woman’s body.

The woman in black hurled out a dozen amulet treasures and tried to counter the Sword Qi, but failed. She was thrown backward. Screaming hideously, she fell down the mountain.

The scene made many people gasp.

“I’ve long heard of Lin Yue’s strength, but I didn’t know a strike from him could throw Cai Yunji from the Blood Sea Sect down the Scroll Mountain!”

The Yin and Yang Sect disciples were originally nursing a grievance, but when they saw Lin Yue climb the Scroll Mountain, they became excited again.

“Senior Brother Lin Yue has finally attacked! The Monks of the Demonic Sect are in trouble!”

A chuckle sounded from their side. “Lin Yue is indeed powerful but he is just a single person. There are many top fighters from the Demonic Sect who will force him to crawl down with one strike each.

“All you disciples of the Yin and Yang Sect, sober up! Don’t hope for too much, or you’ll be sorely disappointed.”

Although the Yin and Yang Sect disciples had confidence in Lin Yue, many preferred to retain their rationality. They did not believe that he could defeat the superiors from the Demonic Sect alone.

By now, Zhang Ruochen and Huang Yanchen had climbed several hundred meters and had reached Qin Yufan’s former spot. From where they stood, they could see the 3,000 Conquer Seats in the near distance.

“Lin Yue, I’ve been waiting a long time for you.”

Dragon Three bellowed loudly and rushed down to about 30 meters above Zhang Ruochen. He mobilized the dragon Qi inside his body, revealing a 50-meter half-human, half-dragon form which loomed over Zhang Ruochen like a hill.

No one knew what pill he had taken which made his severed arm grow back again.

“Swish, swish!”

Shadows streaked out, positioning themselves behind Dragon Three.

They were all masters of the Demonic Sect, nearly 30 of them.

Each emanated a powerful aura. They were all of the Ninth Change in the Fish-Dragon Realm.

The strong aura emanating from their bodies was not characteristic of a Monk of the Ninth Change in the Fish-Dragon Realm. Each had nearly cultivated a Saintly Being in the Ninth Change.

They fixed their eyes at Lin Yue, with a cold, hostile and cruel stare. They looked as if they were going to crush him to pieces.

Evil energies from their bodies condensed into a dark cloud.

So many evil superiors were here that even a first-level Half-Saint could only run.

Zhang Ruochen stood below the thick demonic cloud, looking composed and fearless. He smiled sarcastically. “The rules of the banquet stipulate that every guest can only bring along two guards. Why are there so many with you, Dragon Three? Are you trying to outnumber us?”

Following that, Zhang Ruochen glanced at the Yin and Yang Sect disciples at the foot of the mountain. He had made his point clear with his glance.

If the Demonic Sect did not abide by the rules and tried to outnumber him, more than ten thousand disciples from the Yin and Yang Sect would storm in and fight them on the mountain.

Saint Lady transmitted her voice from the summit of the mountain. “If the Monks from the Moon Worship Demonic Sect won’t abide by the rules, I shall have to throw you down the Scroll Mountain!”

Her voice sounded ethereal but had an inviolable aura, reverberating throughout the mountain.

Dragon Three obviously did not want to offend Saint Lady. He just smirked coldly. “Who said we will fight him together? Flood-dragon Four, Roc Six, step aside!”

The two stepped out and stood like royal guards at his sides.

“So, am I abiding to the rules?” Dragon Three grinned hideously.

The other superiors of the Demonic Sect all retreated.

“HOWL!”

Dragon Three, Flood-dragon Four and Roc Six all levitated into the air at the same time.

They ran Holy Qi around their bodies and their bones and muscles cracked loudly. Their bodies kept expanding until each took on the form of a descendant of a Mythical Beast.