Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

824 Three Slashes, Extermination (3)

Many people clenched their fists and tried their best to stop the chill in their hearts.

From the moment the blood tiger took shape and charged into Nanyuan Mountain to the destruction of the Nanyuan Dao Sect, the entire process took less than 15 minutes.

A powerful sect with a 10,000-year legacy with Out of Body realm cultivators was wiped out just like that!

“Are we really going to destroy the Nanyuan Dao Sect?” A Daoist in a green robe asked in a low voice, his face pale.

The sect behind him was far weaker than the Nanyuan Dao Sect.

If the Nanyuan Dao Sect was destroyed in one battle, could the sect behind him hold on?

Within a thousand miles, countless cultivators widened their eyes.

The spiritual qi fluctuations in the world could not deceive people.

A Daoist sect was destroyed in 15 minutes.

Is this the power of the Southern Wasteland army?

“If this is the case, this old man…” On a limestone, an old man with the faint aura of a Heaven Realm cultivator muttered to himself.

Behind Divine Lord Yuan Cheng, many people’s eyes began to sparkle.

Divine Lord Yuan Cheng took a deep breath and revealed a stern expression. “There are 3,000 people in the Dongnan gate. I want to see if Qian Yiming will destroy them one by one.

“He will either attack the army day by day or divide it and launch a campaign.

“It will take 10 years to destroy the 3,000 sects and the great army.

“Split up and attack. I want to see how many troops his million-strong army can split into.”

There were many Daoist sects in the eight counties in Dongnan.

Today, Qian Yiming’s ruthless methods could intimidate thousands of miles, but it could not intimidate all the Daoist sects.

The Daoist Faction and the new Minister Han were competing for power. They weren’t really going to stop Qian Yiming here.

As long as Qian Yiming could not quickly sweep across the Central Continent, as long as there were still Heaven Realm experts outside the Imperial City when Han Muye entered, the Dao Sect would win.

Divine Lord Yuan Cheng’s words silenced everyone.

Qian Yiming’s ruthless annihilation of the Nanyuan Dao Sect had truly intimidated them.

Even if Qian Yiming’s army was dragged here as Divine Lord Yuan Cheng had said, it would be at the expense of the lives of the disciples of the various sects.

“Senior Immortal, can’t we gather all the Daoist cultivators and kill Qian Yiming directly?” A middle-aged Daoist in a white robe asked in a deep voice.

“Yes.” Divine Lord Yuan Cheng’s eyes flickered as he enunciated each word clearly. “As long as he divides his forces, I will take action today.”

Attack directly!

It turned out that everyone was here today to assassinate Qian Yiming!

It was only now that everyone understood Divine Lord Yuan Cheng’s true intentions.

Qian Yiming’s army could sweep through the Nanyuan Dao Sect, but it was impossible for them to wipe out the Dongnan Dao Sects one by one.

The only way was to split up the troops.

Previously, everyone thought that Divine Lord Yuan Cheng wanted to intercept them one by one after splitting up the troops.

Only now did they understand that as long as Qian Yiming divided his forces, it would be his death!

In front, the blood tigers reunited.

Qian Yiming, who was standing on the Blood Tiger’s head, slowly raised his hand.

“All units, listen up.”

At this moment, the situation changed.

In the distance, Divine Lord Yuan Cheng narrowed his eyes.

Lightning flashed and blood qi surged!

As Qian Yiming issued the military order, the entire Southern Wasteland began to tremble!

800,000 Red Flame Army soldiers and 100,000 Mystic Sun Guards were ordered to return to the Central Continent.

When these armies that had been refined in blood and fire for decades stepped into the Central Continent, spiritual lights surged between heaven and earth.

A battle intent and a baleful aura condensed into boundless killing phenomena that transformed into various magical beasts.

This was an army that had been through hundreds of battles, and it was full of killing intent.

“This is going to cause a bloody storm…” An old man standing at the border of the Central Continent raised his head and whispered.

Behind him, several middle-aged cultivators nodded.

“Ancestor, since Qian Yiming’s army has returned, he must be coming to kill someone. However, can he and Minister Han win this round?” A middle-aged man in a green robe with a grayish-black sword hanging from his waist asked.

“That’s right. Minister Wen has never been so cruel. Minister Han hasn’t even ascended to the Prime Minister’s position and he’s already killing like this. Can he sit still?” Another white-robed young man said.

No one expected Han Muye to attack immediately before entering the Imperial City.

Was this arrogance or establishing his might?

For the Daoist Faction and the various factions, it was a dilemma to choose now.

Perhaps many people would be indignant. After all, Han Muye’s reputation was far inferior to Wen Mosheng’s.

If they were not compliant, they would definitely become Han Muye’s target to establish his might.

The old man standing in front shook his head, his eyes revealing a profound look. “I don’t know what to do either. It depends on whether Qian Yiming and Minister Han can stabilize the situation.

“If it works, I’ll naturally go to the Imperial City.”

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“If it doesn’t work…

He didn’t finish.

There was no need to say more.

If Qian Yiming failed to suppress the Daoist community, the new minister’s reputation would be tarnished, and the Heavenly Mystic would be in chaos for at least a hundred years.

The key was that during the Dao Competition, how could he use a hundred years to stabilize the situation?

The biggest possibility was that the Daoist Faction would rise and lead the Heavenly Mystic to the Immortal Spirit World, and then destroy the Heavenly Mystic.

At that time, there might be many great cultivators in the Heavenly Mystic Dao Sect who could use this opportunity to advance or even become Dao Ancestors!

Southeast of the Central Continent, Bai Yue County.

Spiritual lights flashed on the vast mountain ridge.

One Heaven Realm cultivator after another stood in midair and looked ahead.

A hundred miles ahead, qi and blood interweaved with spiritual lights and even the Great Spirit.

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That was Qian Yiming’s army.

“This Han Muye is really arrogant to the extreme. Back then, when he performed the act of investiture at the Guan Estuary, he had already gone against our Central Continent’s Dao Sects. Today—” A black-bearded Daoist with a long sword on his back gritted his teeth and said in a low voice.

Before he could finish speaking, someone beside him said indifferently, “If you’re not convinced, you can challenge him yourself.”