From martial arts sects to immortality sects

Chapter 73 Battle of the Prefecture
Wearing shackles and handcuffs, Jiang Kuotian slowly walked out of the cell. His clothes were torn, his hair was disheveled, he was covered in wounds, and he was barefoot, leaving bloody footprints on the ground.

Before and after him, there were many other prisoners like him, walking the streets like zombies.

Despite the dark clouds obscuring the sun, Jiang Kuotian found it somewhat dazzling.

He could no longer think about how long he had been imprisoned. Now he had lost all his powers and was like a cripple. Just walking made him feel excruciating pain all over his body.

After a while, he finally looked up. The once bustling streets of the prefecture were now dilapidated. The shops on both sides of the street were closed, and lanterns, rags and other debris were scattered all over the street. He even saw the body of a woman lying on the edge of a well by the roadside. She seemed to have suffered some kind of torture, her clothes were disheveled, and her forehead was covered with dried blood.

Jiang Kuotian glanced at the woman's corpse, then looked in another direction.

His heart was numb; he had witnessed hell in that dungeon.

He didn't know where he was going next, but going to his death would be a relief for him.

"Move quickly!"

A demonic martial artist on horseback brandished his whip and shouted sternly, while also lashing the prisoner at the front of the group with the whip.

Jiang Kuotian recognized the prisoner; he was a hall master of the White Emperor's Mansion. Usually, he was imposing and Jiang Kuotian had always thought he was very powerful. In the martial arts world, most top-tier masters would not be his match. But this powerful martial artist was now dejected and trembling as he moved forward, his body several sizes thinner than Jiang Kuotian remembered.

The White Emperor's Palace, which he considered the most powerful, had been reduced to ashes. His heart had long since experienced despair and was now numb.

He no longer longed to be rescued; he just wanted to make the journey easier from now on.

"Demon Emperor of the Demonic Sect, come out and fight me to the death!"

A loud shout came from afar, exceptionally loud with the support of internal energy.

Jiang Kuotian and the group of prisoners did not stop, nor did their expressions change. This had happened before. There were quite a few martial arts masters who came to fight against the Demonic Sect, all of them renowned figures. But each time, they were met with silence and no news.

The surrounding demonic warriors didn't react at all, completely disregarding the newcomer.

Just then, Jiang Kuotian saw the city gate, hundreds of feet away, collapse with a roar, and figures surged in like a swarm of locusts crossing a river. The figure at the forefront leaped up and landed on the eaves of the houses on both sides of the street, rushing towards them quickly.

Before he could think further, a group of demonic martial artists swept across the rooftops behind him, entered his field of vision, and charged toward the distant martial arts army.

As Jiang Kuotian watched the endless stream of demonic warriors rushing forward, he also felt puzzled.

How can the Demonic Sect have so many people?

He had been imprisoned in the dungeon for a long time, and this was the first time he had ever seen so many members of the Demonic Sect.

The Demonic Sect was wiped out by the imperial court, so how could it possibly cultivate so many people in the shadows?
Jiang Kuotian could tell that each of these members of the demonic sect carried a murderous aura, clearly indicating that they had seen blood and were not people who buried themselves in cultivation.

As more and more martial arts practitioners stormed through the city gates, the prisoners in front of and behind Jiang Kuotian gradually raised their heads, their eyes shining with new life.

"They're from Xuandang..."

"That's right, leading the charge is Master Changming of Xuandang. He was the number one martial artist in Guzhou thirty years ago. I never expected him to come down the mountain..."

"Xuandang's eighteen Daoist masters have also arrived."

"Why are there so many people? Did Xuandang send out all its disciples?"

The prisoners whispered among themselves. Most of them were experts from the White Emperor's Mansion, knowledgeable and experienced, and had interacted with Xuan Dang before, so they could recognize Xuan Dang's identity as an expert.

Jiang Kuotian's heart began to beat faster.

Is there really any hope of being rescued?

The Taoist priest Changming, who was at the forefront, wore a dark blue Taoist robe, with his white hair tied up under a jade crown, white beard and white eyebrows, and holding a long sword. He had an air of otherworldly elegance and his movements were extremely fast, putting distance between himself and the Xuandang army behind him.

A dozen or so demonic sect experts swiftly collided with him, their blades flashing. He moved with agility, and in less than two breaths, he swept past them. Accompanied by screams of agony, these demonic sect experts tumbled down the eaves, their blood splattering in the air.

Master Changming's robe was not stained with blood. As he charged forward, he shook his sword, and the blood on the blade was shaken off.

He was like a sharp sword, piercing into the demonic army, unstoppable and unstoppable. The Xuan Dang disciples behind him clashed with other demonic warriors, and a great battle broke out.

Master Changming charged toward Jiang Kuotian and the other prisoners, intending to rescue them.

His unstoppable figure gave the prisoners hope, and the demonic masters guarding them drew their weapons, ready to fight.

at this time.

Jiang Kuotian saw a demonic sect expert wielding a long spear stepping on the roof and rushing towards Daoist Changming like an arrow. He was surrounded by energy, perhaps because he was moving too fast.

when--

As the spear and sword clashed, Master Changming's expression turned solemn. His opponent's speed was too fast, making it impossible for him to dodge. Moreover, his opponent's strength was extremely heavy, forcing him to activate his internal energy.

This master of the demonic sect also wore a demon mask, his long hair was tied up high, and under his black robe was a suit of armor, with a long sword hanging at his waist.

His eyes were so cold, his killing intent almost tangible.

The demonic master suddenly raised his knee and aimed it at the chin of the Taoist priest, forcing him to leap up and dodge the attack. When he landed on the roof, he slid back two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters).

Master Changming narrowed his eyes, looking at the aura surrounding the other party, and said in a deep voice, "True Yuan Qi, what is your relationship with the Taiwu Sect?"

"The Demonic Sect, Wuding North!"

After revealing his name, the demonic master wielding the spear thrust it at Daoist Changming. The spear moved like a dragon, its domineering force sweeping across and uprooting rubble. Daoist Changming raised his sword and slashed, his sword energy colliding with Wu Dingbei's spear energy, creating a powerful impact that shook the entire building.

Almost simultaneously, the two attacked each other again.

With Master Changming tied down, the thousands of experts from Xuandang were also blocked. Seeing that the number of people from the Demonic Sect was even greater than that of Xuandang, the prisoners' hopes were once again dashed.

The Demonic Sect is simply too powerful, so powerful that no one can see any hope of victory.

thump—

A loud bell rang out, startling Jiang Kuotian and the other prisoners, who turned to look. They saw a monk in a kasaya carrying a large bronze bell rushing towards them from another direction.

"It's the Taihang Mountain monk from Chanding Temple!"

One of the prisoners exclaimed, his voice hoarse but his excitement evident in his tone.

Zenji Temple is here too!

Now the prisoners believed that this time the martial arts world of Guzhou had joined forces, which was much stronger than the Heavenly Blade Sect coming to support them alone.

One after another, demonic martial artists rushed towards the Taihang Divine Monk from all directions. When the two sides were less than three zhang apart, the Taihang Divine Monk raised his hand and struck the bell. The bell rang loudly, and the sound waves spread like waves, directly blowing more than a dozen demonic martial artists away. Blood spurted from under their masks, and they were seriously injured.

at the same time.

On the edge of the city, on the battlefield of the military camp.

The Demon Emperor stood on the high platform, his hands behind his back, gazing silently into the distance.

Generals and soldiers could be seen everywhere, their figures gesturing and preparing. They gazed at the Demon Emperor from afar, some with fear, some with anger, and some with resentment, but no one dared to step forward.

A Taoist priest in a green robe slowly walked up to the high platform. His hair was black and white, and he looked to be in his forties. He had two large moles under his goatee. He stroked his beard and came to the Demon Emperor's side.

“Xuandang and Chanding Temple have arrived, leaving only Qingxiao Sect. Currently, among the martial arts practitioners in Guzhou, only these three sects possess sufficiently profound skills.”

This Taoist priest in green robes was none other than Master Wei, known among the members of the Demonic Sect, and also referred to as the Evil Taoist by the common people.

The Demon Emperor gazed ahead and asked, "How many more people do you need?"

"When the elixir will be completed is not something I can decide. I can only say that we should do our best and leave the rest to fate."

Master Wei spoke leisurely, appearing completely unhurried.

The Demon Emperor remained silent.

Master Wei continued with a smile, "Demon Emperor, would you like your fortune told?"

"I do not believe in fate."

The Demon Emperor replied coldly, which made Daoist Wei shake his head.

At this moment, a martial artist from the Demonic Sect rode up on horseback, stopped in front of the high platform, and said loudly, "Reporting to the Sect Master, the army of the Eastern Ling Prefecture is approaching. It is estimated to be 100,000 troops, including several thousand cavalry!"

The Demon Emperor immediately ordered, "Send General Bai to lead the army into battle."

"Yes!"

The demonic warriors immediately reined in their horses and galloped towards a military tent.

Master Wei said with dissatisfaction, "This governor of Dongling Prefecture is not obedient enough. He must be refined into pill residue later."

The Demon Emperor did not reply; he turned his head to look, his eyes narrowing.

……

boom--

A figure crashed into a building, raising clouds of dust, and a group of demonic sect experts stopped on the surrounding walls and eaves.

Wu Dingbei held his gun in one hand and said coldly, "Master Changming, you are one of the few upright people in the martial arts world. Why do you want to get involved in this mess? Can't you see that this calamity is beyond the control of the martial arts world?"

As the dust settled, the disheveled Taoist priest Changming pushed aside a roof beam, swayed as he stood up, his face covered in blood, his right arm hanging limply, and his hand holding the longsword trembling.

He looked up at Wu Dingbei, who stood high above him, and asked weakly, "You should be the elite of the Dali army, and you are even disciples of the Three Sects of Zhongtian. Why would you do such a heinous thing?"

Wu Dingbei looked down at him and said, "Since you see through our identities, why do you still ask about such meaningless identities?"

Master Changming remained silent.

Wu Dingbei did not rush to capture him. Instead, he raised his spear and pointed it into the distance, saying, "Your descendants are dying one after another. Although Xuandang and Chanding Temple are two of the five major sects in Guzhou, the Dali Dynasty has nine provinces and fourteen regions. Guzhou is very big to you, but very small to the world."

"If you are willing to bow your head and obediently comply, perhaps I can release a group of Xuandang disciples for you and protect your lineage."

Master Changming gritted his teeth, staring intently at Wu Dingbei, and asked, "Why are you helping Xuandang?"

Wu Dingbei did not look at him, and calmly said, "Forty years ago, you were traveling the world and saved me. Of course, you may not remember me, but that does not stop me from repaying your kindness."

(End of this chapter)