Chapter 12: Encounter, Clash

A few more days passed after Wang Bo reached an agreement with the Celestial Demon Lord.

In the evening.

Wang Bo had just finished dinner when a young Daoist knocked on his door, saying that the Pure Yang Daoist invited him.

Wang Bo followed the young Daoist to the main hall and found most of the elders of the Quanzhen Sect gathered together. Diana had also arrived just before Wang Bo and was now standing beside the Pure Yang Daoist.

When the Pure Yang Daoist saw Wang Bo, he looked as if he had found his pillar of support. He quickly walked over and said, "Layman Wang, according to my disciple's report, the Star-Old Immortal is leading over a thousand followers and is charging toward our Quanzhen Sect. I beg Layman Wang to lend us a hand."

Wang Bo said calmly, "Don't worry. What I promised you, I will naturally fulfill."

The Pure Yang Daoist immediately breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good, that's good."

His Quanzhen Sect could be considered a famous and reputable school, but it had only a few hundred disciples. The followers commanded by Ding Chunqiu were nearly three times that number.

If not for Wang Bo being here, he would have already prepared himself to die a martyr's death today.

Now that Wang Bo was here, he naturally felt much more at ease.

A few days ago, he had also watched the battle between Diana and the Celestial Demon Lord. Even Diana alone was unfathomable, let alone Wang Bo, who was surely even more formidable.

Wang Bo then led Diana to the mountain gate of Quanzhen Sect. The Celestial Demon Lord sat cross-legged, eyes closed, conserving his energy to maintain his peak condition.

Hearing Wang Bo's footsteps, the Celestial Demon Lord opened his eyes and asked, "Is Ding Chunqiu coming?"

"Correct." Wang Bo's eyes flickered, and he could see at a glance the group of Star Sect followers still some distance from Quanzhen. "In less than half an hour, the Star Sect will arrive."

The Celestial Demon Lord stood up, holding a blade and a sword. "Perfect. Let me use this blade to cut off the traitor's head and repay the favor I owe."

Thirty minutes later, the Celestial Demon Lord saw a long procession holding torches appear at the foot of the mountain.

The procession marched in two rows, advancing with large strides, steadily approaching Quanzhen Sect.

The Celestial Demon Lord vaguely seemed to hear the group shouting something, but the distance was too great to make it out. He couldn't help asking, "Brother Wang, do you know what they are shouting?"

"Shouting slogans." The Celestial Demon Lord couldn't hear clearly, but he could.

"What slogans?"

"The Star Sect, all revere; the Old Immortal's might shakes the world."

Hearing this, the Celestial Demon Lord couldn't help but chuckle. "It sounds quite imposing indeed. It reminds me of when I founded the Evil Dao Alliance—it was just as imposing, sweeping all before us, none of the world's heroes could stand in our way."

Wang Bo said, "How can the Star Sect compare to your Evil Dao Alliance? They are nothing but a bunch of chickens and dogs. Once Ding Chunqiu dies, this group will be like headless flies, and they might collapse instantly."

The Celestial Demon Lord shook his head. His Evil Dao Alliance had been awe-inspiring, but after he was gone, didn't it also fall?

So in his view, Ding Chunqiu could be considered a warlord.

He hoped this warlord would not disappoint him too much.

Another ten-plus minutes passed, and this group finally reached the mountain gate, shouting slogans. The Celestial Demon Lord had excellent patience and showed not a trace of impatience. However, the Star Sect followers were quite surprised to see two men and one woman at the Quanzhen Sect's mountain gate.

A woman in blue stepped forward, pointed at Wang Bo and the other two, and said, "Who are you? Why do you block the Star Sect's path? When you see the Old Immortal, why do you not kneel?"

The Celestial Demon Lord looked into the crowd and spotted a sedan chair on which sat a white-haired man cross-legged.

The man had white hair and beard, but his face was ruddy and his skin delicate, truly a case of white hair and youthful complexion.

Xuantian Evil Emperor's eyes lit up. Those with such an appearance were all masters of profound internal energy, able to preserve their youth. From this alone, Ding Chunqiu did not disappoint him.

Indeed, this man's strength far surpassed that of Su Xinghe.

Xuantian Evil Emperor deployed his lightness skill, soaring like a great bird over the crowd, and in an instant charged toward the sedan chair while striking out with his sword.

"Ding Chunqiu, take this sword strike!"

First of Three Swords: One Sword Conceals the Void!

This move gathered sword energy into one, hidden and unreleased, striking with extraordinary agility to break the enemy's offense, forcing them to confront it head-on. Though perhaps lacking in direct power, it left no openings, waiting for the moment to deliver a killing blow!

Xuantian Evil Emperor intended to use this move to probe Ding Chunqiu's strength.

Ding Chunqiu, after all a top expert in the martial world with keen insight, instantly recognized the terror of Xuantian Evil Emperor and saw that his weapon was extraordinary.

He suddenly rose, drew a long blade, and unleashed a sky full of saber light, blocking Xuantian Evil Emperor's attack.

Xuantian Evil Emperor could not help but shout, "Good! You are indeed stronger than Su Xinghe. Take another sword strike!"

Second of Three Swords: Hundred Swords Without End!

Striking alternately with forehand and backhand, the sword paths went forward and reverse, the sword energies clashing and amplifying each other, the entangled forward and reverse sword forces leaving no room to withdraw, as if to grind the enemy to pieces, fierce and unmatched!

Ding Chunqiu had never seen such ferocious sword techniques. Caught off guard, he suffered a minor loss, sent flying by a sword strike. Though not in danger, he was quite disheveled.

This enraged Ding Chunqiu greatly. In all his years roaming the martial world, he had never suffered such a loss.

"What an assassin! Today, this Old Immortal will make sure not even your bones remain!"

In an instant, he charged back, saber light scattering, a sky full of saber energy rolling like a tidal wave toward Xuantian Evil Emperor.

Xuantian Evil Emperor was undaunted, wielding his sword and saber, deflecting all the incoming saber energy.

But the disciples of the Star Faction below suffered, as the descending saber energy sliced through them, some losing arms or legs, others losing their heads.

Several were split in two, their entrails spilling all over the ground.

In an instant, chaos erupted in the Star Faction, with many covering their heads and fleeing.

Although Ding Chunqiu did not treat his men as human, seeing so many die unnaturally pained him—these were his subordinates for conquering the world.

Without these men to run errands and do his bidding, how could he be so formidable today?

He couldn't become a commander without an army, could he?

So he quickly roared, "I will kill this assassin! All of you, charge forward and massacre the Quanzhen Sect!!!"

Xuantian Evil Emperor sneered coldly but said nothing.

His target was Ding Chunqiu; he cared nothing for the rest.

Besides, with that bunch from the Star Faction wanting to destroy the Quanzhen Sect, had they asked Wang Bo?

Hearing Ding Chunqiu's roar, the Star Faction members snapped to attention. A man in colorful robes raised his arm and shouted, "Star Faction, follow me! Charge! Massacre the Quanzhen Sect!"

So the Star Faction members swarmed into the mountain gate of the Quanzhen Sect.