Chapter 314: with translation of chapter title

"Trash."

The Deity stood in the distance, watching this scene.

His heart pounded wildly.

That Zhang Hao has gone berserk; what they summoned is merely a fraction of their ancestral master's power.

Although because of Jue Tian Di Tong, the power is not strong; it's merely a True Immortal realm, at most slightly above a True Immortal.

But they can't withstand Zhang Hao going all-out.

If Zhang Hao goes all-out and locks onto you, even if you don't perish together, you'll still be injured.

And his injury had just improved a bit.

If injured again, his strength would decline even more severely.

Anyway, this isn't his territory; even if he left, it wouldn't cause any bad influence.

So the Deity really isn't worried at all.

The Bright Holy Emperor stepped up and blocked Zhang Hao.

But Zhang Hao was like a madman, his powerful mana pouring out, fighting desperately with the Bright Holy Emperor.

Even as strong as the Bright Holy Emperor, he could barely hold on at this moment.

After just a few moves, he vomited blood.

This is still with an ascetic cultivator making a move, restraining Zhang Hao on the side.

Even so, Zhang Hao also injured the Bright Holy Emperor.

The Bright Holy Emperor finally understood why the Deity wanted to flee.

Encountering such madness, not fleeing is practically asking for trouble; one will surely be injured.

Of course, if the Deity hadn't fled, perhaps the Bright Holy Emperor's injuries wouldn't have been so severe.

"Master."

In the distance, Wu Bin gazed toward the Bright Holy Court, his face filled with grief and indignation.

He sensed the decline of his master's life aura.

This protective Mao Mountain sect leader ultimately, while seeking justice for his disciple, lost his life.

Wu Bin's heart was filled with hatred for the Bright Holy Court.

"Let's go quickly, don't let your master's death be in vain."

A Mao Mountain Sǎnxiān spoke.

The two brought the Mao Mountain disciples and fled in a sorry state.

They flew toward Long Guo.

The Mao Mountain disciples knew well that as long as they returned to Long Guo, they would be safe.

And at this moment, Zhang Hao also reached his final moment.

He nearly crippled the Bright Holy Emperor and also slaughtered many strong warriors of the Bright Holy Court.

But that was as far as it went.

Zhang Hao could feel that his primordial spirit and vitality were both exhausting, the flame of life about to be extinguished.

He gave a bitter smile.

This time he can't blame others; it was his own carelessness.

Without checking clearly, he brought his disciples and rushed over, but the Jiéguǒ landed him in this situation.

However, although they lost some disciples, they ultimately escaped.

"Do you think they can really escape? Someone has already pursued them; as long as they are hunted down, they are doomed."

The Bright Holy Emperor said coldly.

Zhang Hao's whole body shuddered.

Only then did he realize that another powerhouse comparable to the Bright Holy Emperor had Xiāoshī bújiàn.

This made Zhang Hao anxious.

But he was powerless now; the borrowed strength had completely disappeared.

He now had no ability to fight again.

The Bright Holy Emperor snorted coldly, he chopped off Zhang Hao's head, then lifted his head and, with the experts of the Bright Holy Court, pursued them.

As long as the Deity blocks those people, they have a chance to utterly wipe out the Mao Mountain folk.

Just as those Mao Mountain disciples were about to approach the waters of Long Guo, a figure intercepted them.

The Deity's whole body emanated a mighty aura, causing the Mao Mountain Sǎnxiān to tremble.

"True Immortal-tier battle strength; he might be a Five Tribulation Sǎnxiān."

One of the Sǎnxiān spoke, his voice trembling slightly.

This made everyone's faces grim.

Five Tribulation Sǎnxiān, in Fanchén Zhong there is no solution.

Such strength is equivalent to the True Immortal realm; in Fanchén Zhong, who can oppose the True Immortal realm?

Perhaps the vanished Baiyun could, but he is not here now.

"Since you've come, you needn't leave; everyone, please stay."

The Deity said lightly.

"You too are a cultivator; why help the Bright Holy Court against us fellow cultivators?"

Sǎnxiān Jiang Ming spoke, his eyes toward the Deity full of anger.

Wu Bin stared even more intently at the Deity, clenching his fists.

Wu Bin was very clear that if it weren't for this person, their Mount Mao wouldn't have come to this point.

Even if they were defeated in battle, they could still escape back.

But now the master is dead, and the other side still blocked us.

Everything is because of this man before them, which has made them so embarrassed.

The god master smiled faintly and said, "Those who cultivate the Dao are your fellow cultivators; you really are naive. As for whom I wish to help, that is my freedom. Since you have come today, you need not leave—stay here."

He was very domineering, with a chilling killing intent.

Sǎnxiān Jiang Ming made a move, he rushed over.

Jiéguǒ, it was just a single blow, and Jiang Ming was sent flying sideways.

He spat blood from his mouth, gazing at the opponent in shock.

Ordinary Sǎnxiān, compared to Five Tribulation Sǎnxiān, the gap is too great; they are far from being a match for the other side.

There was simply no way to fight.

Jiang Ming wore a bitter expression.

He and another Sǎnxiān exchanged a glance, both seeing resolve in each other's eyes.

They wanted to join forces to block this mysterious strongman before them, so that the disciples of Mount Mao could return alive.

As long as they entered Long Guo's territory, they believed the other side would not dare act recklessly.

These disciples of Mount Mao could be considered to have preserved their lives.

At that moment, the Holy Radiance Emperor, accompanied by the strong ones of the Holy Radiance Court, also pursued them.

They blocked the front, completely cutting off Jiang Ming and his companions' thoughts.

Jiang Ming was desperate.

Now it's over.

They simply couldn't escape.

Unless a miracle occurs.

The Holy Radiance Emperor stood before them, his whole body enveloped in holy light, staring at Jiang Ming and his companions, his expression solemn and reverent.

"As the spokesperson of the god, I can give you a chance to live; as long as you swear allegiance to our god, I will let you go."

As soon as the Holy Radiance Emperor's words fell, another Sǎnxiān, Luo Wei, could not hold back.

He shouted angrily, "Cut the crap, your Holy Radiance Court's bullshit Shénmíng dares to ask us to believe in him—he's nothing but a fart."

Moreover, although Daoists worship heaven and earth and the Three Pure Ones,

but what Daoists believe in is relying on one's own efforts to strive, ascend to immortality, and change everything.

rather than praying to others and believing in others.

The worship of heaven, earth, and the Three Pure Ones is more akin to an ancestral rite.

To have them believe in the god of the Holy Radiance Court would be no better than killing them.

"You don't know life or death; since you are so obstinate and insensible, you might as well all die."

The Holy Radiance Emperor spoke.

His expression solemn, he prepared to strike, to wipe out this group of Mount Mao's experts.

"Be careful."

The god master suddenly shouted.

A flash of sword light split forth from the sea island below, brilliant to the extreme, like a divine rainbow piercing heaven and earth.

This made the strong ones of the Holy Radiance Court feel icy cold all over.

They felt that if struck by the sword's aura, even a slight touch on their bodies would mean they could not survive.

"Qin Yang."

At this moment, the god master shouted out the identity of the one who made the move.

He was shocked and angry, obviously not expecting Qin Yang to be here.

Moreover, he suddenly made a move, killing toward us.