Chapter 295: and ===GLOSSARY===

The sect leader was influenced by the words of the Cultivation old ancestor, and the worry in his heart eased somewhat.

"Disciple will faithfully follow the old ancestor's teachings, will surely exert all efforts, and defend the Dao sect!"

He took a deep breath, bowed, and said.

When I previously took action, I had already made contact with the Da Qian imperial household; they will send the Da Qian Worship Hall and Cultivation experts from the imperial household to come support us.

At the same time, they will also send elite personnel from the Da Qian Surveillance Office to help us transfer important supplies and personnel of the Dao sect.

Thus, we can focus on resisting the Night King's siege.

The Cultivation old ancestor nodded slightly, his eyes deep and distant, pondered for a moment, then continued speaking.

As one of the major Daoist sects in the northern Da Qian region, it also possesses various tens of combat strength from the Cultivation old ancestor, and not a few master-level experts.

If possible, Da Qian would naturally not so easily abandon this centuries-old pawn.

"As for this Purple Cloud Mountain."

He paused, then did not continue speaking.

But at this moment, upon hearing that, the sect leader's eyes flashed with a hint of joy.

From the moment he decided to side with Da Qian and oppose the Night King.

he no longer held any hope of preserving this Purple Cloud Mountain beneath him.

But now being able to keep the Purple Cloud Dao Sect relatively intact.

then he would not be unworthy of his current position as sect leader.

"Please, old ancestor, devise plans; I will now go arrange the relevant matters!"

Thus now, the sect leader bowed to the old ancestor and said.

The Cultivation old ancestor waved his hand, indicating the sect leader should step back.

He stood alone on a high place, gazing at the distant horizon.

Although the Da Qian's promise gave him slight reassurance, how credible it is remains unknown.

How much cost can be paid for the Purple Cloud Dao Sect is also unknown.

After exceeding the value of the Purple Cloud Dao Sect, or rather, after exceeding the value of this Cultivation old ancestor himself.

Will Da Qian continue to invest strength to rescue the Purple Cloud Dao Sect?

After all, the Da Qian dynasty is now engulfed in flames everywhere, and likely cannot spare much force to come to Yuzhou, this Night King's stronghold.

Then if that is the case.

After this calamity, how many people of the Purple Cloud Dao Sect can still survive?

He couldn't help but sigh; in chaotic times, life and death often hang in an instant.

Long before he appeared, when he blocked the Night King's dispatch of a Cultivation individual to support the Flame King.

He had already anticipated today.

The support for the Night King wanted to take action against Da Qian.

For centuries stationed in Yuzhou, yet clearly standing with Da Qian, the Purple Cloud Dao Sect naturally bears the brunt.

He also knows the principle that stepping back brings vast skies and seas.

But he has enjoyed the benefits of being Da Qian's top lackey in Yuzhou for centuries.

Now it is naturally time to settle the karmic debt.

"Can't retreat anymore."

A silent sigh, expressing the helplessness of the chaotic world.

Even though he is already a Cultivation expert, standing at the pinnacle of all martial artists on the Tianwu Continent.

In this chaotic age, he is merely duckweed in the chaos.

He can only go with the flow.

Night fell, moonlight like water sprinkled over the Purple Cloud Dao Sect.

The entire sect sank into silence, only occasionally broken by the footsteps of patrolling disciples.

However, beneath this calm lurked a killing atmosphere and tense emotion.

At dawn the next day.

As the war drums from the camp below thundered, earth-shaking shouts and the neighing of warhorses intertwined.

The carefully arranged grand military formation of the Night Slaughter Army's commander was activated.

For a moment, banners fluttered on the battlefield, swords and spears stood like a forest.

The soldiers' blood energy intertwined with the battlefield's killing aura, surging skyward, forming an invisible pressure.

Such strength was so great it seemed capable of shaking heaven and earth.

It stirred the heavenly and earthly essence inside and outside Purple Cloud Mountain into chaotic disorder.

Faced with this formidable soldiers' blood energy and battlefield killing aura.

The practitioners of the Purple Cloud Dao Sect felt an unprecedented pressure.

They surged out of the mountain gate one after another to meet this sudden battle.

However, when they faced the Night Slaughter Army's grand military formation, they felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

Those martial artists who cultivated internal energy, although compared to the battlefield warriors of the qi side had many advantages.

But at this moment, facing the overwhelming army, they were suppressed to death by the soldiers' blood energy and battlefield killing aura.

Their internal energy seemed bound by an invisible force, making it difficult to circulate freely.

Internal energy that could originally be easily controlled now vanished like a stone sunk in the sea, leaving no trace.

One's entire strength could only exert thirty to forty percent; for internal energy cultivators, this is undoubtedly a fatal blow.

The sect leader of the Purple Cloud Dao Sect stood before the mountain gate, watching the Night Slaughter Army advance as if through an uninhabited land, his heart filled with helplessness and indignation.

He knew well that the internal energy sect truly had no power to resist when facing an army's killing aura.

This deep sense of helplessness made him feel a defeat unlike any before.

The military formation turned slowly, as if an invisible force were manipulating the shifting winds and clouds.

The originally clear spiritual energy of Mount Zixia now became chaotic, as if interfered with by a powerful force.

At this moment, at the vanguard of the Night Slaughter Army, a general rode a black warhorse, imposing and formidable.

Holding a four‑cornered tiger‑head purple‑gold hammer, his aura was like a rainbow.

He was none other than the newly appointed Golden Hammer General of the Eastern Han Romance under the Night King's command within Yuzhou—Gong Sun Yang!

"You coward of the Zixia Dao Sect, dare you come out and fight?"

His gaze was like a torch, he stared straight at the gate of Mount Zixia and shouted loudly.

His voice rang loud as a bell, echoing between the valleys, shaking the heart.

Gong Sun Yang's silhouette in the afterglow of the setting sun appeared even more mighty and overbearing, as if a heavenly deity had descended to the mortal world.

"Gong Sun Yang, what exactly does your Night Slaughter Army intend by this invasion?"

The sect leader of the Zixia Dao Sect, hearing the voice, stepped out; he stood before the mountain gate, stared at Gong Sun Yang, and said in a deep voice.

"Hmph! The Zixia Dao Sect has occupied Yuzhou for years, enjoying the protection of the Great Qian; now that the Great Qian is waning, you still cling to the old master, oblivious to the times!"

"My Night Slaughter Army has come this time to demand your submission to the Night King, to jointly undertake a great cause!"

Gong Sun Yang snorted coldly, waved the purple‑gold hammer, and pointed it at the sect leader.

"Gong Sun Yang, you rebels and traitors deserve to be killed by all."

"Although we of the Zixia Dao Sect are a jianghu sect, we also know how to write the two characters loyalty and righteousness!"

"Wanting us to submit to your Night King is nothing but a foolish daydream!"

Hearing this, the sect leader's face showed anger.

"Hmph, since you refuse a toast, you'll drink the penalty!"

"Since you are so obstinate and insensible, don't blame us for being impolite!"

"Today, let Mount Zixia see blood!"

Gong Sun Yang, hearing this, was not surprised; today he had come to exterminate your Zixia Dao Sect.

He was here to kill a chicken to scare the monkeys.

Having said that, he brandished the purple‑gold hammer, spurred his horse, and charged toward Mount Zixia.

The Night Slaughter Army closely followed; the military formation turned even faster, and the soldiers' blood‑qi and the battlefield's killing aura shot up to the heavens.

It enveloped the entire Mount Zixia in a solemn killing aura.

Seeing this, the sect leader immediately waved his hand, signaling the disciples to prepare for battle.

The cultivators of the Zixia Dao Sect drew their weapons one after another, taking up stern positions.

Although they were suppressed by the military formation, their fighting spirit did not diminish in the slightest.

A great battle was about to break out, and the sky above Mount Zixia was filled with thick gunpowder smoke and the scent of war.

Both sides were on the verge of drawing swords, ready to erupt at a touch.

(End of chapter)