Gou Zai Sect Beast Taming Longevity

"They're actually from the Spirit Dragon Sect? They've got some nerve. We didn't even go after them, and they came here on their own."

Zhang Tianwen sneered, and after sensing the situation, a surge of inexplicable anger rose in his heart.

They and the Spirit Dragon Sect were not on good terms to begin with, but the arrogant act of besieging the stronghold initially made them think it was the Profound Yin Sect, but they never expected it to be the Spirit Dragon Sect.

"Something's not right. Where did the Spirit Dragon Sect get such audacity? There must be something else going on here. We should be careful."

Shen Xingchen pondered for a moment, then spoke thoughtfully.

"I wonder who they've colluded with to give them such courage. Anyway, let's go check it out first. We're all fellow members of the sect, we can't just ignore this."

Li Minghan hesitated, then spoke with concentration.

"I have a guess..."

Yu Changsheng gritted his teeth, his eyes flashed with a cold light, and he sped off forward at an even faster speed.

……

Meanwhile, on the Fallen Red Plains, at the stronghold of the Myriad Manifestations Sect, a faint stench of blood permeated the air.

Amidst the howling of heaven and earth, countless black spikes pierced the void from all directions, relentlessly bombarding the protective array of the Myriad Manifestations Sect's stronghold.

The violent impact caused the formation to shake violently, and a series of booming sounds echoed in the void, spreading in all directions.

Looking around, black spikes, dark red twisted tentacles, and swords falling from the sky—amidst a sea of ​​swords and blades, spells rained down relentlessly, causing the already crumbling formation to begin repairing its cracks one by one.

Even with the constant reinforcements from the Myriad Manifestations Sect members within the formation, it was clear that they couldn't hold out for long.

Each spell possesses immense power and formidable strength. When it strikes the formation, it resembles flashing thunder. Each impact causes the supporters within the formation to tremble and become unsteady.

"puff……"

There were twenty people inside the formation, among whom Zhao Xiaodong was clearly the leader.

At this moment, Zhao Xiaodong's face was ugly, and his eyes were gloomy. His hands kept making hand seals, constantly repairing the formation. At the same time, the counter-force also exploded wave after wave, causing a sweet taste at the corner of his mouth, a trace of blood to spill out, and his breath to become even more weak.

Following Zhao Xiaodong, a group of Wanxiang Sect disciples, pale-faced and injured, gritted their teeth, their eyes filled with resentment, despair, and a variety of other emotions.

Without any hesitation, they all looked at the attackers outside the formation, their eyes filled with the same resentment and confusion.

"Zhao Xiaodong, I'm sparing your lives. While you still have a chance, obediently put down the evil aura token, leave the Heavenly Fiend Secret Realm as soon as possible, and suffer some hardship sooner rather than later, right?"

Compared to the disheveled state of the Myriad Manifestations Sect members inside the formation, the attackers outside the formation appeared relaxed and carefree, their attacks seemingly casual and unhurried.

Zhao Xiaodong remained silent, his face terribly gloomy, yet he persisted, a bitter feeling welling up inside him.

Their group hadn't been in the Heavenly Fiend Secret Realm for long when they were besieged by the Spirit Dragon Sect. Several disciples had already been teleported away and eliminated. If they were to follow suit...

Thinking this, Zhao Xiaodong turned to look at the people around him. Although he felt desolate, he could only offer words of comfort:

"Hang in there a little longer. I've already sent out the information, and I estimate that your other two senior brothers, Lin Wang and Ling Tianyi, will be back soon. At that time, things will take a turn for the better."

For this trip to the secret realm, the Myriad Manifestations Sect dispatched a total of three Golden Core experts. Besides Zhao Xiaodong, Lin Wang and Ling Tianyi were the other two.

As for Yu Changsheng and the others, Zhao Xiaodong hadn't considered them. They were just Foundation Establishment cultivators; even if they were exceptionally strong, they couldn't turn the tide.

Upon hearing this, the disciples fell silent, their Adam's apples bobbing slightly. They wanted to say something, but when they met Zhao Xiaodong's gaze, they swallowed their words and could only nod.

Seeing this, Zhao Xiaodong's eyes showed even more bitterness, but he shook his head to hide it well. He then turned to look at the attackers outside the formation, his eyes slightly red, and a sense of powerlessness arose spontaneously.

The attackers outside the formation were no more numerous than them, a total of twelve. Zhao Xiaodong was certain that nine of them were from the Spirit Dragon Sect, while the other three, although dressed in Spirit Dragon Sect uniforms, were definitely not from the Spirit Dragon Sect, Zhao Xiaodong was certain in his heart.

Those three were the most unfathomable and terrifying beings to him. It was because of their attacks that he, despite his Golden Core cultivation, was forced to rely on the formation to hold on and cower within it.

Outside the formation, seeing that Zhao Xiaodong did not answer, a shadow crossed Gao Yucheng's eyes, but his contempt and leisurely expression became even stronger as he continued to speak:

"Shrinking within the formation, you're nothing but a stray dog. If you had known this would happen, why did you even bother participating in this secret realm? Zhao Xiaodong, is this all you're capable of?"

"Your Myriad Manifestations Sect is getting worse and worse, each generation is worse than the last. How long can your tortoise shell protect you? You might as well surrender sooner rather than later, and part ways amicably while we still have patience."

Gao Yucheng spoke with a mocking tone, his words becoming a barrage of arrows, further amplified by his magical power, carrying the might of the divine soul, constantly exploding within the minds of everyone in the Myriad Manifestations Sect.

"you!"

Upon hearing this, the disciples of the Myriad Manifestations Sect all turned red in the eyes, staring intently at Gao Yucheng, grinding their teeth, yet feeling utterly powerless.

Zhao Xiaodong gritted his teeth, trying his best to keep his expression unchanged, but his clenched fists still betrayed his state of mind.

"What, am I wrong? Quickly bring back all the Golden Core cultivators from your Myriad Manifestations Sect. If they come together, there might still be a chance."

The expressions of the crowd fell carefully on Gao Yucheng's face. Upon seeing this, Gao Yucheng chuckled, his contempt deepening and his tone becoming even more sarcastic.

"Oh, right, and what about that Yu Changsheng from your Myriad Manifestations Sect? I heard that kid was incredibly famous, but now nobody knows where he's hiding. Did one of you tip him off?"

"That's a real pity. I'd like to see what kind of person he was who could defeat Yang Chengxu back then."

While Gao Yucheng was speaking, he did not rush to attack. Instead, he occasionally unleashed spells that struck the formation, making it teeter on the brink of collapse without immediately exploding.

In reality, how could Zhao Xiaodong not know what the other party was thinking? They were deliberately stalling for time, hoping that all of his people would arrive so that they could be wiped out in one fell swoop.

But when Ling Tianyi and Lin Wang arrived, there were three Golden Core cultivators on their side. Where did the other side get the confidence to fight them?

unless……

Thinking of this, Zhao Xiaodong swallowed hard and looked at the three people outside who were resting with their eyes closed and unmoved, and he had some guesses in his mind.

Outside the formation, a total of twelve people were attacking. Nine of them either attacked with force or made sarcastic remarks. Apart from Gao Yucheng, they were all at the Foundation Establishment stage.

Only the three people on the side sat quietly watching this scene, their expressions calm and unmoved. However, when they occasionally made a move, the power they unleashed caused the formation that had been painstakingly repaired to teeter on the brink of collapse once again.

Fortunately, the three opponents seemed to be doing this intentionally and did not intend to break through so easily. Therefore, they did not go all out and seemed to be waiting for something. It was mostly Gao Yucheng who was speaking.

And it was precisely them who made Zhao Xiaodong wary.

If it were just Gao Yucheng, although he was a Golden Core cultivator and stronger than himself, his side would still be able to fight him, and they wouldn't be in such a passive position as they are now.

However, the three people beside him made their move in an instant, causing his side to collapse completely. If they hadn't held back, or were afraid of being eliminated, they would have been seriously injured or even killed.

Although there is no clear evidence, Zhao Xiaodong is certain that these three people are definitely not from the Spirit Dragon Sect, and each of them is probably at the Golden Core stage!

Given the current situation, even if Lin Wang and Ling Tianyi came, what could they do...?

Zhao Xiaodong didn't share these speculations with his other disciples; he felt a bitter taste in his mouth, while the others could sense them to varying degrees.

At this moment, I was almost in despair, with only a sliver of hope keeping me going.

"Senior Brother Zhao..."

Time passed slowly, and suddenly a voice tinged with timidity rang out from the crowd.

The crowd from the Myriad Manifestations Sect was drawn to the speaker, a slender and handsome young man. Zhao Xiaodong recognized him; he was a disciple of his Imperial Sword Peak and a promising talent among the top-ranked students of this generation.

Seeing everyone looking at him, the young man blushed, his face filled with bitterness and even more shame, but he still murmured softly:

"Senior Brother Zhao, I... I can't hold on any longer, I want to go back."

"Zhang Miao, you..."

Zhao Xiaodong was stunned. He pointed at Zhang Miao, his expression shifting between light and dark. Seeing Zhang Miao's ashamed face, he also blushed. After a long while, he finally let out a long breath and waved his hand dejectedly.

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Zhang Miao pursed her lips, bowed to the crowd, and whispered:

After saying "I'm sorry," he activated the evil energy token in his hand. The teleportation power erupted, engulfing his figure. Then, a burst of light shone, and his figure disappeared, leaving only the evil energy token in place.

"Never mind, never mind."

Zhao Xiaodong smiled wryly, put away Zhang Miao's evil aura tablet, and then glanced at the others. The others fell silent. Some lowered their heads, not daring to look Zhao Xiaodong in the eye, while others looked conflicted, as if they were hesitating.

Zhao Xiaodong felt a little desolate. The Heavenly Fiend Secret Realm hadn't been open for long, and most of the main force of the Myriad Manifestations Sect was here. If they were all eliminated like this, they would truly become a laughing stock among the six sects.

Seeing that Zhao Xiaodong did not forcibly stop them, and with Zhang Miao starting the trend, soon after, several more people could not hold on and left with their fists clasped in respect.

Zhao Xiaodong's expression was even more bitter; he felt a little uneasy, but couldn't say anything.

"Look at your fellow disciples, they're all planning to leave. Zhao Xiaodong, what are you still holding on to?"

"If you ask me, you should just surrender and leave. Why make things difficult for yourself?"

Outside the formation, Gao Yucheng laughed loudly, his tone full of sarcasm.

Zhao Xiaodong remained unmoved, simply taking a deep breath to suppress his anger, and coldly staring at Gao Yucheng without uttering a word.

"Alright, let's wait a little longer. If Yu Changsheng still hasn't arrived, let's not waste any more time. Let's just break the formation. There's no need for these small fry to stay in the Heavenly Fiend Secret Realm any longer."

"This will take longer, to avoid any unexpected problems."

Cheng Hong, one of the three who had been standing by with his eyes closed, spoke in a low voice, his words sinister, just like his personality, carrying a chilling aura.

Gao Yucheng was taken aback, turned to look at the three of them, nodded slightly, and unconsciously revealed a hint of respect.

"Okay, then let's not waste any more time."

The three exchanged glances and nodded. They then stood up and began casting spells and hand seals. The heavens and earth roared as intense crimson light coalesced into twisted blood hands, unleashing an evil aura that relentlessly bombarded the formation.

Click, click, click...

In an instant, cracks spread across the entire formation, causing it to become unstable. The person supporting the formation turned deathly pale and his breathing became unsteady.

"Pfft pfft pfft..."

Zhao Xiaodong's face turned pale, he staggered, and coughed up a mouthful of bright red blood.

"They're nothing but ants; no matter how much they struggle, it's all in vain."

Clearly, after waiting for so long, they had lost their patience and no longer held back. With each strike, the formation shook violently, and people's hearts trembled as well.

"Hang in there!"

Zhao Xiaodong growled, biting his tongue, his eyes bloodshot, but his heart was filled with despair.

"snort."

Gao Yucheng snorted coldly, and with a flick of his sleeve, a powerful surge of energy erupted, unleashing the full force of his Golden Core.

Cheng Hong, one of the three, sneered, his voice booming like thunder, "Since you can't wait for Yu Changsheng, then as his fellow disciples, you are simply unfortunate."

Having said that, without paying attention to Zhao Xiaodong's surprise and doubt, Cheng Hong did not intend to explain. He nodded with the two people beside him and together they made a hand seal. Blood light surged and condensed into a huge blood arrow, a hundred feet long, piercing the sky and the earth with a howling wind, rushing towards the formation.

"!!!"

Zhao Xiaodong's expression changed, and a sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart. He gritted his teeth and released his magic power, frantically reinforcing the formation.

"Were you waiting for me?"

At the critical moment, in the nick of time, a golden rainbow transformed into a giant golden spear, slamming heavily into the blood-red giant arrow.

As the giant arrow shattered and the golden light dissipated, Zhao Xiaodong secretly breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, his gaze sharpened as he looked at Yu Changsheng, who stood in the void, and a glimmer of hope suddenly rose in his heart.

At this moment, the formation shattered, and the Myriad Manifestations Sect's momentum was defeated, while everyone from the Spirit Dragon Sect was arrogant and cocky.

Yu Changsheng's figure emerged from the golden light, his face cold and stern. Beneath his feet, the Crimson Hell Dragon raised its head, waves of evil fire dancing on its body. The air was scorching, emitting a dark red color and spreading terrifying fluctuations.

"Yu Changsheng? You're really willing to give him up?"

Gao Yucheng was startled and looked at Yu Changsheng with some suspicion, then subconsciously glanced at the other three people beside him.

On the Spirit Dragon Sect's side, apart from himself being a Golden Core cultivator, the rest were all Foundation Establishment cultivators. Gao Yucheng's confidence stemmed from the assistance of these three outsiders. (End of Chapter)