Chapter 920

On the battlefield, the Undying Holy Land has already suffered a complete collapse, and many disciples of the Undying Holy Land flee in disarray.

And with the Undying Holy Land's great defeat, the entire battlefield is now in utter chaos.

Yunluo Shèngzhǔ, who was locked in fierce battle with the Blood Refining Holy Land, saw the disciples of the Undying Holy Land fleeing from afar, furrowed his brows, and said in a voice devoid of will to live.

"Alright, we can rest on the sidelines again."

The disciples of the Yunluo Holy Land have long grown accustomed to this; whenever such a scene appears, they have nothing to do afterward.

All they need is to find a corner and quietly watch the Dao Yi Shengdi's performance.

As for the Blood Refining Holy Land, they didn't hesitate at all and simply turned and ran.

The Undying Holy Land's miserable state leaves no doubt they've lost—why are they still hanging around here? Are they waiting to be killed?

"Damn it, how did we lose again?"

"Is there really no one who can keep these guys in check?"

"Can't we just have a proper fight?"

"Every time it's like this—how many days of peace do we get?"

While running, the disciples of the Blood Refining Holy Land cursed loudly, having had enough.

Each time they were fighting well, then the Dao Yi Shengdi suddenly came charging in, ruining any chance of an enjoyable battle.

The Withered Ghost Holy Land was the same; now it's the Undying Holy Land's turn, and the result is identical—they haven't even held out a few days before being defeated again.

But despite the cursing, their speed on the ground is indeed not slow at all.

The entire battlefield fell into utter chaos following the Undying Holy Land's great defeat.

After the Blood Refining Holy Land, the Withered Ghost Holy Land also fled in disarray, not even bothering to entangle with the Yaochi Holy Land.

Behind the Three Holy Lands, a group of Dao Yi Shengdi disciples chased them madly, their eyes flashing red.

"Charge, charge, charge!"

"Reap, reap—this is what we've been waiting for."

"Points, points—I'm here."

The disciples of the Dao Yi Shengdi naturally grew excited, for whenever this happened, it was time to rack up points big time.

The chance to order dishes—who among the Dao Yi Shengdi disciples could miss it?

In an instant, the Dao Yi Shengdi disciples were like they'd been injected with chicken blood, chasing behind the Three Holy Lands and slaughtering madly.

Fortunately, this time the Undying Race also had some experience; upon seeing the situation turn bad, the elders of the Blood Refining Holy Land and the Withered Ghost Holy Land immediately issued retreat orders.

Hence the Undying Race's withdrawal was swift.

Even so, casualties remained severe, while the Dao Yi Shengdi disciples naturally reaped huge profits.

Another great victory, and the Human Race side has gone numb—after all, it's no surprise that the Dao Yi Shengdi wins.

Among the three holy lands of the Undying Race, who hasn't been pressed down and hammered by the Dao Yi Shengdi?

Safely returned to Tianhong Guan.

The disciples of the Dao Yi Shengdi eagerly tallied their points.

Like Zhao Zhengping, Zhao Rou, Xu Jie, Shen Xian and these inner disciples, they had basically gathered enough points to order dishes.

But this thing is never enough—everyone wishes they could store it ten or eight times over to enjoy slowly later.

Another large sum of points was posted, and the disciples happily returned to their lodgings one after another, humming a little tune.

Having points posted is the happiest thing for everyone, and, reckoning the time, Elder Changqing should be back soon.

In that case, can ordering dishes also be put on the agenda?

Just thinking about being able to order dishes made the disciples unable to contain their excitement.

As for the other various sects, they have long regarded the Dao Yi Shengdi as an idol-like existence.

Like Bai Honghua of the Tiandao Valley, a second-generation disciple, they now desperately wish to join the Dao Yi Shengdi.

After the battle, Bai Honghua sat chatting with a group of junior sisters, her eyebrows dancing as she spoke.

"I've decided—from now on, I, Bai Honghua, will join the Dao Yi Shengdi."

"But senior sister, you previously said you wanted to join the Yaochi Holy Land, didn't you?"

"That was before—do you think the Yaochi Holy Land can compare to the Dao Yi Shengdi?"

"This............. cannot."

Everyone shook their heads in disbelief; since the outbreak of the extermination war, the combined Yunluo Holy Land and Yaochi Holy Land have never shone as brightly as the Dao Yi Shengdi.

One could say the Dao Yi Shengdi has truly proven itself through solid battle achievements.

It has also attracted the gazes of countless young Heavenly Pride.

Just like Bai Honghua, who has sworn to join the Dao Yi Shengdi.

"But senior sister, the Dao Yi Shengdi seems not to have taken any disciples yet."

"So what? Sooner or later they'll recruit; when that day comes, I will definitely go."

"Then we'll go together."

"Good, we'll join the Dao Yi Shengdi together; by then we'll surely be as strong as its senior brothers and sisters."

"Really?"

"That's certain."

When mentioning the disciples of the Dao Yi Shengdi, a glint of longing flickers in everyone's eyes.

Without exaggeration, the disciples of the Dao Yi Shengdi are now the sweet pastry among the Human Race.

Wanting to find a dao partner or such is utterly effortless.

Even many female cultivators have sworn they will marry none but a disciple of the Dao Yi Shengdi.

Even more astonishing, disciples of the Yaochi Holy Land who normally have no interest in men have been seen several times actively approaching the disciples of the Dao Yi Shengdi.

This is still the first time ever; you should know that even the disciples of the Cloud Lotus Holy Land don't receive such treatment.

Anyway, now if you go out and say you are a disciple of Dao Yi Shengdi, you will definitely receive everyone's support and respect.

But just when many cultivators were discussing with faces full of admiration, praising Dao Yi Shengdi...

In their hearts, they are noble and pure, powerful, flawless Dao Yi Shengdi disciples, but at this moment a small problem has occurred.

Inside a courtyard of Divine Sword Peak, an Inner Door Disciple sat alone, acting mysteriously, muttering something under his breath, and waving his hands around wildly.

His Shī xiōng who lived with him had just walked into the Yuàn zhōng when he heard.

"Great-grandma, grandson misses you; why haven't you come to see me for so long?"

"What, great-grandma, you want to take me away? Where are you taking me?"

"Grandson would certainly be willing to go with you."

Huh???

Hearing this, that Shī xiōng was stunned; what nonsense.

Full of suspicion, he stepped forward, patted the junior disciple's shoulder, and asked concernedly.

"Junior disciple, are you alright?"

But who would have thought, in the next second, that junior disciple plopped down onto his knees, tears and snot streaming, saying.

"Great-grandfather, you've come too; grandson really misses you."

Huh???

"What great-grandfather?" Before the Shī xiōng could react, the junior disciple already grabbed his thigh, snot smearing his pant leg, crying out.

"Great-grandfather, are you also here to take me away? Great-grandma just said that grandson is willing, grandson is willing to go with you; wait a moment, I'll order some food and then leave, okay?"

Crazy?

Looking at the junior disciple's appearance, the Shī xiōng's first reaction was whether this guy was crazy.

But immediately, the Shī xiōng's face changed, 'Crazy? Wait, side effects of the Death-inducing Pill, holy shit........ coming this fast?'

Just as the Shī xiōng was still doubtful, he also felt a wave of dizziness in his head.