Chapter 313: Mao Mountain's Defeat

When the strong cultivators of Mao Mountain began rushing to the Holy Court of Light, the Holy Sovereign of Light had already received the news.

He informed the Divine Lord, then took up a defensive stance.

Even Zhang Hao probably didn't expect that the other side had been waiting for him for a while.

The many strong cultivators of Mao Mountain, consisting of two Sǎnxiān and over a hundred strong cultivators, under Zhang Hao's leadership, arrived at the Holy Court of Light.

Just as they were about to act, a boundless cross-shaped sword qi from below came rushing at them.

All the Mao Mountain disciples were caught off guard.

The two Sǎnxiān gave a Lěng hēng, then acted, blocking all the attacks.

However, some Mao Mountain disciples were still caught in the blast and were killed outright.

They had just arrived at the enemy's territory, hadn't even started causing trouble, when several of them were taken out.

This made Zhang Hao and the others furious.

Wu Bin felt even more ashamed.

He felt that it was all because of his own actions, leading to the deaths of his fellow disciples.

At this moment he felt some Hòuhuǐ.

He shouldn't have agreed to let the sect come for revenge.

"Dare to kill my Mao Mountain disciples? Kill them for me!"

Zhang Hao shouted sternly.

The next moment, all the Mao Mountain disciples took action.

Boundless talismans fell downward, instantly bursting into flowers.

Some Mao Mountain disciples controlled zombies, with dozens of zombies charging straight into the Holy Court and beginning a slaughter.

"God said, let there be light."

A chanting voice rang out, holy light fell upon those zombies, and their bodies were instantly scorched.

This holy light belongs to extremely yang and rigid power, having a restraining effect on these zombies.

However, this amount of damage is nothing to the zombies.

They charged in, directly pouncing on many strong cultivators of the Holy Court of Light and killing them.

As soon as they met, both sides launched into a fierce melee, killing many.

The brutality of this battle exceeded everyone's expectations.

Meanwhile, Zhang Hao's expression grew solemn; previously he had judged that the Holy Court of Light's strength was no more than this.

Now it seems he was terribly mistaken.

The strength of the Holy Court of Light is simply too great.

He thought he could easily handle them, but Jiéguǒ: as soon as they arrived he suffered considerable losses.

The battle continued, and the Mao Mountain disciples reacted, beginning to employ various methods.

Their eyes blazed with fire as they charged at the members of the Holy Court of Light.

At this moment, all they wanted was to completely wipe out the Holy Court of Light.

A group of ragged ascetic cultivators appeared, numbering nearly a hundred.

They directly clashed with Mao Mountain's strong cultivators, blocking those disciples.

As soon as they engaged, Mao Mountain found itself at a disadvantage.

This was something they hadn't anticipated; in their view, having reached the Holy Court of Light in this western barbarian land, they should have been able to crush the enemy with ease and then return home triumphantly.

Only now do they realize that things are not that simple.

The Holy Court of Light is far stronger than they imagined.

Even now, their strength has surpassed that of Mao Mountain.

The two Sǎnxiān were also blocked.

It wasn't the Holy Sovereign of Light who acted, but two elderly ascetic cultivators.

They were so aged as to be unsightly, yet their attacks were remarkably vigorous, actually pressing down on the two Sǎnxiān.

Seeing their reckless demeanor, it's clear they aren't afraid of suffering mutual destruction with the Sǎnxiān.

Meanwhile, Mao Mountain's two Sǎnxiān appeared somewhat hesitant and wary.

They were quite embarrassed, feeling nervous and frightened.

They clearly realized that Mao Mountain had kicked an iron plate this time.

The strength of this Holy Court of Light is far greater than they imagined.

Zhang Hao felt icy all over, as he fought desperately to kill the enemy.

But the current situation is utterly disadvantageous for them.

Moreover, the Holy Sovereign of Light has not yet appeared.

One must know that the strongest power in the West is the Holy Sovereign of Light, not these ascetic cultivators.

That is to say, before the Holy Sovereign of Light has even acted, they are already no match for him.

How can they possibly fight?

Zhang Hao felt bitter to the extreme.

"Everyone retreat; the Holy Court of Light is too powerful, we can't win."

Zhang Hao sent a mental transmission.

But two figures appeared, blocking their path.

This startled Zhang Hao.

One of them was, astonishingly, the Holy Sovereign of Light.

Another person, Zhang Hao did not know.

But judging from the powerful aura emanating from the other person, this is a strong one not weaker than the Holy Emperor of Light.

Trouble.

Zhang Hao's heart trembled.

He understood the other's intention: they wanted to keep all of Mao Shan here and kill them all.

Once the people he brought were lost, even if Mao Shan still had a Sǎnxiān holding the fort, it would be considered a decline.

Realizing this, Zhang Hao's Hòuhuǐ in his heart reached the extreme.

He was overly protective of his own, moreover too arrogant, impulsive to the extreme, not clarifying the opponent's strength, daring to act, ending up with this result, it's not strange at all.

"Kill them all."

The Holy Emperor of Light said lightly.

He and the God Master also prepared to act, completely wiping out this Mao Shan lineage.

For a top-tier sect like Mao Shan, once destroyed, it would be a huge loss to Long Guo's strength.

In the future, when they enter Long Guo to spread their faith, it will be easier, and they won't be targeted by more experts.

"Two Grandmaster Uncles, I will act soon, carve out a bloody path; you take the disciples and leave."

Zhang Hao sent a mental transmission to the two Sǎnxiān.

The two Sǎnxiān's faces changed dramatically.

They knew what Zhang Hao was going to do.

But at this moment, they could not stop it.

"You barbarians, dare to insult my Mao Shan; today I will let you witness the divine might of our Mao Shan."

Having said that, Zhang Hao formed a hand seal.

He suddenly roared: "Please, Ancestor Master, descend!"

A phantom appeared and directly entered Zhang Hao's body.

Zhang Hao's power grew rapidly, instantly reaching an astonishing level.

But Zhang Hao knew this was not enough.

A mass of Xuěguāng burst from his body as he roared: "Burn my true soul blood, please Ancestor Master descend, subdue demons and evil."

The God Master's eyelid twitched; the next moment he turned and left.

The Holy Emperor of Light also felt something was wrong.

Especially seeing the God Master turn and run at that moment, he realized he might be in trouble.

Cursing the God Master silently in his heart, the Holy Emperor of Light went forward.

As for the Mao Shan disciples, they were all filled with sorrow on their faces.

But now thinking about these, it's already too late.

"Follow me and kill our way out."

A Sǎnxiān shouted.

At this moment, Zhang Hao's power had reached an extremely terrifying level.

Even the power of a True Immortal, and even stronger.

He directly Dòngshǒu, slapping to death several bitter cultivators in one strike.

Afterward, Zhang Hao threw a punch; everyone blocking the road ahead exploded into fragments.

That Sǎnxiān of Mao Shan, leading the disciples, escaped through that gap.

The strong ones of the Holy Court of Light wanted to pursue, but were blocked by Zhang Hao.

As long as anyone dared to pursue, they would be killed by Zhang Hao.

And Zhang Hao's aura grew ever stronger, yet the light in his eyes became ever more dim.

This is the sign that his life force is about to be exhausted.

The Holy Emperor of Light himself went forward; he also did not want his subordinates to be slaughtered again.