Chapter 316: Zhaoming Dies and the Dark Clouds Arrive

The mountain-guarding arrays of the various peaks of Jiuque Mountain collapsed one after another; the glass-like magical barrier formed by the mountain arrays had gaps spreading bit by bit, falling in disarray in mid-air like burnt rice paper.

Those falling spiritual essences fluttered down like snowflakes, scattering and dissolving.

The entire Yanwu Stage was silent, and everyone present was astonished, seemingly forgetting that the Yanwu Stage had collapsed with an unusual boom; they either curiously reached out to catch the falling spiritual essence or looked around, sighing at the scene.

On the horizon to the west, clusters of dark clouds approached from afar; a rainstorm was about to arrive.

Lingxiang was extremely anxious, and she ran with all her might toward the nearby Wuji Hall.

The Mountain Guarding Array had been set up by Zhaoming Zhenren by combining the Instrument Array Technique and the Art Array Technique; although it was more secure than a single array, it could not avoid their respective flaws. Now that the array had collapsed, it could only mean that Zhaoming Zhenren, as the one who set the array, had encountered a problem.

Lingxiang knew this well, so she dared not stop for even a moment. However, when she arrived, she was stunned by the scene before her.

Outside the towering Wuji Hall, disciples lay scattered in all directions, either unconscious or groaning in pain, and among them were many of the Elders' favorite disciples.

Their cultivation levels were all above Lingxiang's; what kind of person could have such ability to actually injure them so severely?

Lingxiang checked their injuries along the way, only to discover that the wounds they had sustained were all caused by blunt force.

Could it really be Maidong?

Although Maidong looked delicate and pretty, her strange strength was known to everyone in the Yuanqing Sect; objects that ordinary men could not move were effortless in her hands.

Many disciples were severely injured, but Lingxiang only performed a cursory check before rushing toward the main hall.

The most urgent matter at hand was Zhaoming Zhenren. Lingxiang had seen this scene before in the Dust-Peering Mirror, but the Dust-Peering Mirror had not shown the mountain array collapsing, and the breaking of the mountain array forced Lingxiang to think the worst.

Could it be that Zhaoming Zhenren had already...

Lingxiang searched blankly until she reached the front of Wuji Hall, where she saw that flash of cyan lying on the ground; was that sturdy figure not...

"Senior Brother Zhaoming!"

Lingxiang hurried forward, struggling to turn Zhaoming Zhenren's body over from the pool of blood, but the black hole in Zhaoming Zhenren's chest caused Lingxiang to fall into despair once again.

"Senior Brother Zhaoming!" Lingxiang's vision suddenly blurred, but she held back her tears, stubbornly reaching for Zhaoming Zhenren's pulse, yet she could not detect even the slightest beat.

The hot, wet blood gushed out, staining Lingxiang's cyan dress; she looked blankly at Zhaoming Zhenren's bloodless face, suddenly realizing that the person lying before her would never again bristle with anger at her.

"Plop... plop..."

Lingxiang's expression was dull, but tears flowed down like a breached levee, falling onto her dress and sinking into the sticky, spreading stain. She tugged blankly at Zhaoming Zhenren's long beard, hoping only that Zhaoming Zhenren could still be like he was when she was a child, sitting up with a straight face to scare her, then smiling as he pulled her into his arms and brushed his long beard against her face.

Yet all of this would never come to pass; her senior brother, her hypocritical Fifth Senior Brother, would never be like that again!

Those falling spiritual essences fluttered down like snowflakes, scattering and dissolving.

The entire Yanwu Stage was silent, and everyone present was astonished, seemingly forgetting that the Yanwu Stage had collapsed with an unusual boom; they either curiously reached out to catch the falling spiritual essence or looked around, sighing at the scene.

On the horizon to the west, clusters of dark clouds approached from afar; a rainstorm was about to arrive.

Lingxiang was extremely anxious, and she ran with all her might toward the nearby Wuji Hall.

The Mountain Guarding Array had been set up by Zhaoming Zhenren by combining the Instrument Array Technique and the Art Array Technique; although it was more secure than a single array, it could not avoid their respective flaws. Now that the array had collapsed, it could only mean that Zhaoming Zhenren, as the one who set the array, had encountered a problem.

Lingxiang knew this well, so she dared not stop for even a moment. However, when she arrived, she was stunned by the scene before her.

Outside the towering Wuji Hall, disciples lay scattered in all directions, either unconscious or groaning in pain, and among them were many of the Elders' favorite disciples.

Their cultivation levels were all above Lingxiang's; what kind of person could have such ability to actually injure them so severely?

Lingxiang checked their injuries along the way, only to discover that the wounds they had sustained were all caused by blunt force.

Could it really be Maidong?

Although Maidong looked delicate and pretty, her strange strength was known to everyone in the Yuanqing Sect; objects that ordinary men could not move were effortless in her hands.

Many disciples were severely injured, but Lingxiang only performed a cursory check before rushing toward the main hall.

The most urgent matter at hand was Zhaoming Zhenren. Lingxiang had seen this scene before in the Dust-Peering Mirror, but the Dust-Peering Mirror had not shown the mountain array collapsing, and the breaking of the mountain array forced Lingxiang to think the worst.

Could it be that Zhaoming Zhenren had already...

Lingxiang searched blankly until she reached the front of Wuji Hall, where she saw that flash of cyan lying on the ground; was that sturdy figure not...

"Senior Brother Zhaoming!"

Lingxiang hurried forward, struggling to turn Zhaoming Zhenren's body over from the pool of blood, but the black hole in Zhaoming Zhenren's chest caused Lingxiang to fall into despair once again.

"Senior Brother Zhaoming!" Lingxiang's vision suddenly blurred, but she held back her tears, stubbornly reaching for Zhaoming Zhenren's pulse, yet she could not detect even the slightest beat.

The hot, wet blood gushed out, staining Lingxiang's cyan dress; she looked blankly at Zhaoming Zhenren's bloodless face, suddenly realizing that the person lying before her would never again bristle with anger at her.

"Plop... plop..."

Lingxiang's expression was dull, but tears flowed down like a breached levee, falling onto her dress and sinking into the sticky, spreading stain. She tugged blankly at Zhaoming Zhenren's long beard, hoping only that Zhaoming Zhenren could still be like he was when she was a child, sitting up with a straight face to scare her, then smiling as he pulled her into his arms and brushed his long beard against her face.

Yet all of this would never come to pass; her senior brother, her hypocritical Fifth Senior Brother, would never be like that again!

Those falling spiritual essences fluttered down like snowflakes, scattering and dissolving.

The entire Yanwu Stage was silent, and everyone present was astonished, seemingly forgetting that the Yanwu Stage had collapsed with an unusual boom; they either curiously reached out to catch the falling spiritual essence or looked around, sighing at the scene.

On the horizon to the west, clusters of dark clouds approached from afar; a rainstorm was about to arrive.

Lingxiang was extremely anxious, and she ran with all her might toward the nearby Wuji Hall.

The Mountain Guarding Array had been set up by Zhaoming Zhenren by combining the Instrument Array Technique and the Art Array Technique; although it was more secure than a single array, it could not avoid their respective flaws. Now that the array had collapsed, it could only mean that Zhaoming Zhenren, as the one who set the array, had encountered a problem.

Lingxiang knew this well, so she dared not stop for even a moment. However, when she arrived, she was stunned by the scene before her.

Outside the towering Wuji Hall, disciples lay scattered in all directions, either unconscious or groaning in pain, and among them were many of the Elders' favorite disciples.

Their cultivation levels were all above Lingxiang's; what kind of person could have such ability to actually injure them so severely?

Lingxiang checked their injuries along the way, only to discover that the wounds they had sustained were all caused by blunt force.

Could it really be Maidong?

Although Maidong looked delicate and pretty, her strange strength was known to everyone in the Yuanqing Sect; objects that ordinary men could not move were effortless in her hands.

Many disciples were severely injured, but Lingxiang only performed a cursory check before rushing toward the main hall.

The most urgent matter at hand was Zhaoming Zhenren. Lingxiang had seen this scene before in the Dust-Peering Mirror, but the Dust-Peering Mirror had not shown the mountain array collapsing, and the breaking of the mountain array forced Lingxiang to think the worst.

Could it be that Zhaoming Zhenren had already...

Lingxiang searched blankly until she reached the front of Wuji Hall, where she saw that flash of cyan lying on the ground; was that sturdy figure not...

"Senior Brother Zhaoming!"

Lingxiang hurried forward and struggled to turn Zhaoming Zhenren's body over from the pool of blood, but the black hole in Zhaoming Zhenren's chest caused Lingxiang to fall into despair once again.

"Senior Brother Zhaoming!" Lingxiang's vision suddenly blurred, yet she forced herself to hold back her tears, stubbornly reaching for Zhaoming Zhenren's pulse, but she could not detect even the slightest beat.

The warm, wet blood flowed out in a gurgle, staining Lingxiang's cyan dress; she looked blankly at Zhaoming Zhenren's bloodless face, suddenly realizing that the person lying before her would never again puff out his beard and glare at her.

"Plop... plop..."

Lingxiang's expression was dazed, yet tears flowed down in a gush like a breached levee, falling onto her dress and sinking into the wet, sticky stain spreading upward. She numbly tugged at Zhaoming Zhenren's long beard, only hoping that Zhaoming Zhenren could still be like he was when she was a child, sitting up with a straight face to scare her, then smiling as he pulled her into his arms and brushed his long beard against her face.

Yet all of this would never come to pass again; her senior brother, her hypocritical Fifth Senior Brother, would never be like that again!