Chapter 632: Lingjian Zhenren Betrays, Heavenly Heart Sect Suffers Massive Casualties

Buzz.

Elder Xinran's body trembled, eyes opened, flashing a hint of doubt; soon, doubt was replaced by fear and shock.

Still trembling, she lifted her head, gazing at the Tianmeng Daoist fighting Ming Jianzi and Ming Wuzi, a cold flash in her eyes.

Lingjian Zhenren crossed his arms, staying away from the fight; he would not intervene, nor be surrounded.

Or rather, Lingjian Zhenren knew the battle had slipped beyond his control, so he could not continue to control it nor target that junior sister; Elder Xinran stared at the senior brother, the perfect moment to strike had just passed, yet he did nothing.

Soon, Elder Xinran understood: in that instant she lost all perception of Mu Longhao, the beast was dead; it was obvious he had been killed by Chen Chuyang, and the senior brother must have noticed, so he was vigilantly scanning the surroundings for Chen Chuyang's whereabouts.

And she, protected by Chen Chuyang and Jing Yuheng and the others, were ready to act; if Lingjian Zhenren made a move against her, they would instantly block him.

Huff huff huff.

"Mu Longhao is dead; it seems he was killed by Chen Chuyang."

This is indisputable: Mu Longhao could not have escaped; having met Chen Chuyang and reached the Dadian, he was bound to be slaughtered.

Only, she did not expect such a swift death; she had thought Chen Chuyang would spare Mu Longhao's life, torturing him slowly while probing the Tianwaishijie, whose countless secrets are terrifying—going there uninformed would be very dangerous.

Know yourself and know the enemy; a hundred battles, a hundred victories.

Gather more information to know how to preemptively prevent and target.

Elder Xinran shifted his gaze to Jing Yuheng and the others, nodded, thanking them for their help; although they had not acted, they already held that thought, which explained everything.

Jing Yuheng and the group responded with a smile, relaxing slightly, their tense bodies loosening.

"Senior brother, are you scared?"

Lingjian Zhenren heard this, his eyes flashing with shock.

"Junior sister, your tactics are impressive; senior brother admires them. To think you killed Mu Longhao inside the Spirit Sword Sect—do you even know what you have done?"

Lingjian Zhenren knew exactly what Mu Longhao represented; his death in the Dadian of the Spirit Sword Sect meant he could not be uninvolved.

The entire Spirit Sword Sect would turn its gaze, thereby becoming enemies of the Mu Long family.

This move, junior sister erred egregiously.

Lingjian Zhenren was angry, but it was useless; he knew the deed was done—Mu Longhao's death would surely enrage the Mu Long family, who would vent on the Spirit Sword Sect.

If the Mu Long family sent people again, the Spirit Sword Sect might not be able to resist.

"Senior brother, surrender; junior sister will not kill you."

Elder Xinran pointed at Lingjian Zhenren; the Tianmeng Daoist's opponent had changed—Ming Jianzi and Ming Wuzi fought cautiously, that move could no longer land.

With Elder Xinran's precedent, they would not be fooled, wary of the Tianmeng Daoist's tactics and divine abilities.

"Hmph, junior sister, do you think you can take down senior brother?"

Lingjian Zhenren sneered, "You'd better deal with that woman first."

The Tianmeng Daoist heard this and shouted, "Lingjian Zhenren, what are you going to do?"

They were together, yet he betrayed himself.

The Tianmeng Daoist could never have imagined the situation turning this way; he had stepped in to help Lingjian Zhenren, yet in the end he faced everyone alone, a puzzle he could not comprehend.

She was no fool; she quickly understood Lingjian Zhenren's motive.

He wanted to drain them, and likewise to kill the Tianmeng Daoist and his followers, along with the disciples behind her.

Jing Yuheng and the others needed no words; they would certainly not let them go.

At that moment, the Tianmeng Daoist became uneasy, wanting to leave.

Buzz.

Ming Jianzi and Ming Wuzi's attacks were imminent; the Tianmeng Daoist could not divert his attention.

Lingjian Zhenren crossed his arms, showing no intention to intervene.

Elder Xinran read the senior brother's meaning; although he disliked those people and despised Ming Jianzi's betrayal, he hated the Heavenly Heart Sect members even more.

He did not wish to become a pawn of the old ghost of Heavenly Heart, plotted against.

Conversely, letting the Tianmeng Daoist die here would be splendid, wouldn't it?

Elder Xinran joined the battle, three versus one; the Tianmeng Daoist kept retreating, and she, furious, said, "Lingjian Zhenren, you still won't act; if I die, you won't be any better off."

One against three, yet facing Elder Xinran together with Ming Jianzi and Ming Wuzi, their coordination was seamless, their swordplay fierce.

Every move aimed at her life; the Tianmeng Daoist could not evade.

Again and again she was hit, wounds appearing each time.

Sword Qi, ruthlessly tearing her shield.

Right hand sword technique, left hand divine ability.

"Enter the dream."

The same divine ability was swiftly dodged by the three, so it did not hit.

Lingjian Zhenren crossed his arms, coldly saying, "Tianmeng Daoist, enjoy the battle; the sect master will not intervene."

"Compared to them, the sect master despises you even more."

The words made the Tianmeng Daoist's eyes widen, daring not to stare at Lingjian Zhenren.

"You..."

"What am I? Isn't that so?"

Lingjian Zhenren disdainfully said, "Your Heavenly Heart Sect wants to plot against me, pitting me against junior sister in a life‑or‑death battle, and then your Heavenly Heart Sect reaps the profit, heh heh heh."

"You really are good at scheming; since you intend to plot against me, I will let them kill you first."

"Jing Yuheng, you still haven't acted; what more waiting?"

Jing Yuheng heard this and raised his hand.

The Black Dragon Guard moved swiftly, commencing the hunt.

The Demon‑Suppression Army soldiers also acted, using their prepared tactics of many against few; at this moment, everything unfolded.

The slaughter began.

A one-sided slaughter; the Heavenly Heart Sect's disciples are strong, all core disciples, but they are few, equal strength but different numbers—three against one, even four against one—and the White Wolf and Azure Dragon, two Golden Core experts, move in to slaughter. Within a quarter hour, most of the Heavenly Heart Sect's disciples are killed.

The few remaining struggle to hold on, and soon they will fall.

"Save me."

"I don't want to die."

"No, junior brother."

Shrieks, cries for help, pleas for mercy—each sound rings in the ears.

Arrogant as they were, they fell one by one.

Bodies torn apart, their inner cores also dug out.

Killing, seizing inner cores—human inner cores are valuable spoils.

Even if useless, they must be collected; they can be exchanged for many good things.

This is the Black Dragon Guard's routine operation; this scene falls into the eyes of Daoist Tianmeng, and she is about to go mad.

"You..."

"How dare you..."

"Deserve to die, deserve to die, you all deserve to die."

"Jing Yuheng, are you truly intending to oppose my Heavenly Heart Sect?"

Jing Yuheng held the Thunderbolt Spear, disdainfully saying: "So what if it is?"

"Others fear your Heavenly Heart Sect, but we Black Dragon Guard are not afraid; Daoist Tianmeng, the era of Heavenly Heart Sect's rule is over."

"The Great Qi Dynasty is no longer the Great Qi Dynasty of old, nor is the Black Dragon Guard what it once was."

"Today, not only them, but you, Daoist Tianmeng, will die here."