Wang Lang knew the matter was urgent, so his words were exceptionally concise. But as he spoke, his handsome eyes had already turned slightly red.
"Two Demonic Generals? What are their specific realms?" Mo Qing immediately pressed, while the other Nascent Soul cultivators also locked their gazes firmly on Wang Lang. Wang Lang felt it difficult to breathe, and as his chest heaved rapidly, he managed to say, "This disciple's... this disciple's cultivation is too low to see... to see through their cultivation levels!"
"One initial... initial-stage... one... one... one mid-stage Demonic General..."
Just then, Yuyuan's difficult, intermittent voice came through.
"Hiss..."
As soon as Yuyuan's voice fell, a series of gasps came from the crowd below the stage.
First, for all these years, the remnants of the Demon Clan had been beaten into fleeing like stray dogs by the Desolate Moon Continent. It had become rare for any demon cultivators to dare show their faces.
By now, many people believed that those invading demons had likely all been slain.
But this time, so many demon cultivators had appeared at once, and among them were two Nascent Soul-level Demonic Generals.
The Nascent Soul cultivators on the stage, while shocked, also had other thoughts surging through their minds.
'This Ten-Pace Courtyard is truly worthy of being a sword cultivator sect. Their techniques are incomparably sharp.'
'This Yuyuan is a Nascent Soul initial-stage, yet after being injured in an ambush, she was able to escape from the hands of two Demonic Generals and even bring out so many disciples. Truly remarkable!'
'This Yuyuan is just an outer court sword cultivator. What would the combat power of an inner court sword cultivator be like...'
Every one of these Nascent Soul cultivators on stage had fought with demon cultivators before. Of course, they knew how powerful a single demon cultivator's combat strength was.
Yet this Yuyuan, even while injured, had managed to break through the encirclement with her disciples and escape here. The reputation of sword cultivators was indeed well-deserved.
"Where did you encounter the demon cultivators?" Wei Zhongran continued to question Wang Lang.
"Replying to Martial Uncle, the place where we were ambushed is approximately thirty thousand li due east of the Malevolent Spirit Sect!"
"Not good. Could it be that the sects that haven't arrived yet have also run into trouble?" Hang Lin suddenly took a step forward, a look of shock appearing on his face!
As he said this, Mo Qing and the others seemed to have thought of the same thing, and their faces immediately became uncertain.
What Hang Lin said was right. Given the Malevolent Spirit Sect's status, since the cultivators of the other three great sects had all arrived, what about those first-rate sects? The people hadn't come, and no gifts had arrived. This in itself was suspicious.
Moreover, the ambushers were also carefully planned. The fact that they deployed two Nascent Soul-level Demonic Generals to deal with a single Nascent Soul sword cultivator from the Ten-Pace Courtyard showed that.
They wanted to kill the powerful sword cultivator in one fell swoop!
But they probably didn't expect that even with a successful surprise attack, Yuyuan still managed to escape, finally exposing their whereabouts.
"Everyone, this matter, we need to quickly..."
Mo Qing's thoughts raced. He had to make a decision immediately.
First, someone had to go and investigate the situation, to find out the reason.
The first target was naturally the place where the Ten-Pace Courtyard was ambushed. But it wasn't safe to send too few people, yet if too many went, they would need manpower to guard this place.
So he planned to discuss who could go with him. He had already decided to leave Wei Zhongran and the other two in the sect.
But just as the first few words of his discussion left his mouth, a sudden change occurred!
As Mo Qing was speaking, a strong sense of alarm suddenly rose in his heart. But before he could react, two powerful forces struck at him simultaneously.
"Be careful!"
"Die!"
"Kill!"
"Strike quickly!"
"Ah..."
"You..."
"Ah..."
"Ye Feng... san... you..."
For a moment, all sorts of sounds filled the heavens and the earth, and one after another, miserable screams shot up from both on and below the stage.
Qi Jinghong was just about to plunge the long brush in his hand into Mo Qing's back when a force suddenly struck from the side.
This force seemed to have come earlier than his own. Although it wasn't massive, it managed to knock his crimson long brush aside just in time.
Only then did Mo Qing react. In the next moment, his figure had already appeared high in the sky, looking down with a face full of shock and anger.
"Eh?"
A look of surprise appeared on Qi Jinghong's face. To his side, Li Yan stood with one hand poised, ready to strike. At that critical moment, it was Li Yan who had saved Mo Qing.
At the same time, Li Yan's other hand had already sent those Golden Core disciples from the Ten-Pace Courtyard flying off the high platform, his reaction as fast as lightning.
Wang Lang and the others were still in a daze. After they landed on the ground, they looked up at the high platform with shocked faces, still not knowing what had happened.
"Villains, do you seek death?"
Mo Qing looked at the scene below and roared in shock and anger, his voice filled with a towering rage.
On the high platform, including the newly arrived Yuyuan, there were a total of eleven Nascent Soul cultivators. At this moment, two had already fallen.
A total of four people had attacked just now. Qi Jinghong stood behind Mo Qing, his target aimed straight at Mo Qing's heart.
Hang Lin, surprisingly, had directly attacked the cross-legged Yuyuan. In the step he had taken just now, he had quietly closed the distance to Yuyuan.
But the sensitivity of a sword cultivator to killing intent was far beyond his expectations. In his opinion, the strongest among all the people here should be Arhat Yiye of the Jingtu Sect, followed by Mo Qing.
According to his thinking, it would be best to directly inflict heavy damage on these two, leaving the cultivators with slightly lower cultivation for later.
However, Arhat Yiye had been quite far from them just now, standing on the other side of Li Yan, with Mo Qing and Qi Jinghong in between.
So, in the end, Hang Lin decided to kill Yuyuan himself. This female sword cultivator had not died even under the siege of two Demonic Generals before, and had even exposed their plan.
However, at this moment, Yuyuan was also heavily injured, so Hang Lin felt confident that he could take the opportunity to assassinate her.
But what Hang Lin never expected was that Yuyuan's sensitivity to killing intent had reached an unbelievable level. The moment he flashed to her side, Yuyuan, who was still meditating, immediately opened her beautiful eyes.
Although her eyes were full of shock and she didn't have time to resist, a white light instantly appeared around her body. It was her protective sword qi.
Under Hang Lin's full-power attack, he only managed to send Yuyuan flying far away. After landing, she was already on the verge of death.
But to Hang Lin's annoyance, he found that her aura had not been instantly cut off; she was still alive.
But before he could continue the chase, Arhat Yiye had already blocked his path, his aura locked onto him.
On the other side, the Ye-surnamed Nascent Soul cultivator from the Twelve Dens had already pierced his palm directly through the person closest to him, the Nascent Soul ancestor of the Divine Wood Family.
His face still wore a savage grin, and in his bloody palm, he held a Nascent Soul that looked like a terrified old man.
Mu Zuowang could never believe that a friend who had fought side by side with him to slay demons could attack him.
It was lamentable that after his realm had fallen, and under a surprise attack, his Nascent Soul was directly imprisoned by the other's magical power, unable to struggle in the slightest.
In the next moment, a savage look flashed across the Ye-surnamed cultivator's face. With a clench of his five fingers, "pfft," the lamentable Mu Zuowang's Nascent Soul instantly turned into a rain of blood that drifted down.
On the other side, Chan Master Dajing of Mingtuo Temple also acted at the first moment, striking at Li Yuyin beside him with his palm. But the result was also far beyond Chan Master Dajing's expectations.
Wei Zhongran was standing behind and to the side of Li Yuyin. His Divine Sense was also much stronger than Li Yuyin's, and he sensed the crisis in an instant.
Instinctively, he grabbed Li Yuyin's shoulder and pulled her diagonally, while simultaneously tapping the ground with his foot. The two of them suddenly floated far away.
At the same time, what Chan Master Dajing had not expected was that although Li Yuyin's reaction was a fraction slower, under his surprise attack, it was only a fraction slower.
As her body was pulled away by Wei Zhongran, a swarm of black insects burst from her sleeve. With a "whir," they crashed into his palm.
Chan Master Dajing's palm immediately slapped onto countless beetles. The black beetles that came into contact with his palm wind immediately turned into a large cloud of powder.
But there were still many black beetles that scraped past the edges of his palms and went straight for his face. This also forced Chan Master Dajing to retreat quickly.
His large sleeves flapped continuously, like two steel plates blocking his front, grinding the remaining black beetles into nothingness.
With this delay, Li Yuyin and Wei Zhongran were already far away. In the next moment, the two were standing in the air.
Li Yuyin's pretty face was like frost, her body surging with killing intent like a cold tide. Just now, she had almost fallen for that old monk's trick.
Although she had counterattacked, she had only formed her Nascent Soul ten years ago. These years had been spent stabilizing her realm and nurturing her natal Gu. She hadn't had time to re-refine and cultivate her various Gu worms.
Although the "Rhino Horn Gu" just now was also extremely powerful, that was only against Golden Core cultivators. Against a Nascent Soul cultivator, it couldn't cause much damage.
However, she was not without other means to face the enemy. During these years, while nurturing her Gu worms, she had also picked a few Nascent Soul-level cultivation methods and immortal arts from Never-Parting Peak to cultivate.
It was just that the time had been short, and her mastery was not yet sufficient. But self-preservation should not be a problem.
At the same time, more than a hundred figures flew up from below the stage, while on the square below, more than forty Golden Core cultivators had already fallen in pools of blood.
These figures flying into the sky all had the aura of Golden Core. Most of them were from the South Sea, but there were also some from the Ten-Pace Courtyard, Jingtu Sect, and some sects under the jurisdiction of the Malevolent Spirit Sect.
Amidst the chaos below, a heart-wrenching, mournful cry rang out.
"Why? Why are you doing this..."
Qiu Jiuzhen held her baby-faced junior sister, who was covered in blood, with a bowl-sized bloody hole in her side, her breath already gone. She looked up and questioned sharply.
In the area of the sky she was looking at, nine of them were the Supreme Mystery Teachings disciples who had come with them earlier.
Before, these twenty-odd disciples of the Supreme Mystery Teachings had all been harmonious, talking and laughing. Suddenly, they were ambushed by the people around them. Most of them had no reaction and a large number fell instantly.
Qiu Jiuzhen's baby-faced junior sister was completely unprepared. Her side was pierced through in an instant, and her Golden Core was completely shattered. She only had time to let out a miserable scream before her life was extinguished.
At this moment, the ground around Qiu Jiuzhen was covered in large patches of crimson blood!
The same was true for other parts of the square. Without any warning, many people were ambushed by those nearby, and dozens of cultivators fell in an instant.
But there were also many cultivators who had walked the line between life and death for years. Their sense of crisis was faster than their Divine Sense. They instinctively took defensive measures at the first moment, which caused many surprise attacks to fail.
Those who launched the surprise attacks, whether they succeeded or not, immediately rushed into the sky after one strike.
Faced with Qiu Jiuzhen's questioning, the nine people had cold and indifferent faces. They glanced down at Li Wuyi and the others, feeling a little regretful.
Just now, Martial Uncle Hang Lin's voice transmission of the two words "attack" had been a bit too sudden, which was not in line with the previous plan.
Although Li Wuyi and the others were also sitting in the front area, they were still quite a distance away from them. As such, they could only attack their fellow sect members beside them in that instant.
As a result, the area below was thrown into even greater chaos. One after another, streaks of light shot up into the sky, including the furiously flying Li Wuyi and his group.
"Courting death!"
"Kill!"
In an instant, explosive sounds erupted again. The first hundred or so Golden Core cultivators who had ascended were immediately surrounded by even more Golden Core cultivators. But on the square, many cultivators were still in a daze, not knowing what had happened.
In addition, the first hundred Golden Core cultivators could not possibly be distributed everywhere, so the area of the attack was still limited. This left the sects that had not suffered any casualties somewhat confused for a moment.
But when they saw the scene on the high platform, many people had already guessed some of the reasons. However, there were still many who did not choose to immediately join the attack, but stood below watching with tense expressions.