The War of the Gods in the Great Void God King

As soon as he finished speaking, thunderous applause erupted from the audience.

All eyes of the cultivators present were focused on Jiang Fan, a mixture of awe, amazement, and envy.

Jiang Fan lowered his eyes slightly, his face showing no joy or pride at his victory.

These people are merely stepping stones on his path to growth; his journey has only just begun.

The deafening cheers still echoed on the mountaintop, the afterglow of the competition yet to dissipate.

But just then...

The atmosphere in the training ground suddenly plummeted from extreme enthusiasm to freezing point.

The resentment and frustration on the faces of the martial arts disciples who had just suffered a crushing defeat vanished, replaced by a chilling coldness and a strong killing intent.

The air in the entire venue instantly became oppressive and heavy, making it difficult to breathe.

On the viewing platform, the dark-faced elder from the martial arts faction slowly rose to his feet.

A powerful, chilling killing intent suddenly spread out, instantly enveloping the entire training ground and pressing down on everyone's hearts.

This is no longer a friendly sparring match between sects, but a genuine intent to completely annihilate a sect.

A terrifying pressure descended, causing the Taoist disciples present to stiffen, their breathing to become labored, and a chill to rush from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.

The noise completely disappeared, and the entire place was deathly silent. All the disciples and elders of the Taoist sects turned pale, and a deep sense of panic rose in their hearts.

Elder Wang, the Grand Elder of the Daoist sect, dared not hesitate. He immediately rose and released his cultivation at the Great Perfection of the Foundation Establishment stage, erecting a spiritual energy barrier to barely withstand the opponent's killing intent. He asked in a deep voice:

"Elder of the Martial Sect! In sect competitions, victory and defeat are common occurrences in war. What is your intention in releasing such killing intent for no reason?"

The dark-faced elder looked down at the terrified Daoist cultivators, a cold, sinister smile creeping across his lips. He said:

"Is winning and losing normal?"

"All of my martial arts sect's elite disciples were injured and lost face. We expended manpower and resources to come from afar, only to end up like this. Can you just wipe the slate clean with a simple 'victory and defeat are common in war'?"

His gaze was sharp, and every word he spoke carried a murderous intent, resounding throughout the entire venue.

"To tell you the truth, our Wu faction's visit this time is not for a mere martial arts competition."

"We've come today only to raze your Taoist sect to the ground!"

The words landed like a thunderclap in everyone's ears.

Slaughter the entire family!

Those few simple words sent chills down the spines of everyone present, leaving them utterly shaken.

The two factions have lived side by side for a century, generation after generation. Although there have been minor frictions, they have never had a life-or-death battle, let alone a blood feud that could wipe out an entire family.

No one expected that the Wu faction had long harbored the intention to exterminate the entire clan.

Elder Wang's expression changed drastically in an instant, his spiritual power surged, and he asked in a deep voice, "Our Daoist sect has never fought with the world, and in the past hundred years we have never formed a deadly enmity with your martial sect. Why are you so determined to exterminate us?"

At this moment, all the Taoist elders stood up, activated their spiritual power, tensed their postures, and stared intently at the martial arts group opposite them.

The two factions have been at odds for a century, and have always lived in peace. The faction's premeditated attack today is extremely abnormal and has an indescribable eeriness about it.

The dark-faced elder burst into wild laughter, his laughter filled with endless resentment and hatred, and said:

"No grudges, no enmity? You're quite adept at pretending to be at ease!"

"Several months ago, a secret realm opened up for your sect leader. Our martial arts sect leader went into the secret realm alone to train and seek opportunities."

"It was your Tianyuan Dao Sect's leader who secretly followed us into the secret realm, set up numerous traps, and colluded with cultivators from other sects to ambush and kill our sect leader, intending to plunder the opportunities he obtained in the secret realm."

"If it weren't for the profound cultivation of our sect leader, who fought desperately to break through the encirclement and finally killed your sect leader, he would have already died in the secret realm, leaving no trace of his body."

"This is an irreconcilable feud that wiped out our entire clan. Today, the entire Wu faction is mobilized to massacre the Tianyuan Dao Sect, avenge our blood feud, and leave no one alive."

The truth behind the martial arts faction's plot to destroy the Taoist faction was revealed, causing an uproar throughout the audience.

The Taoist disciples looked on incredulously and blankly.

They had no idea that such a deep-seated hatred existed between the leaders of the two sects.

They finally understood why the martial arts faction had sent out all its elite forces this time, and why they showed no intention of retreating even after losing the competition. It turned out that they had long been prepared to annihilate the Taoist faction.

"Nonsense, a complete fabrication!"

Elder Wang angrily retorted, attempting to force the martial arts faction to back down, "Our sect leader is law-abiding and would never harm others. Don't fabricate excuses to start a war!"

"Fabricated?" The dark-faced elder's eyes grew even colder, his killing intent boiling, as he retorted, "Has your sect leader never returned since the last trip to the secret realm?"

Upon hearing this, Elder Wang's expression changed drastically. What the dark-faced elder said was true, and he was about to refute it.

The dark-faced elder, however, gave him no chance, saying, "At this point, further words are pointless!"

"Today, the Taoist sect will be destroyed!"

As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of elders from the martial arts sect stepped forward simultaneously, all activating their cultivation levels.

Powerful spiritual energy surged into the sky, and the auras of dozens of Foundation Establishment cultivators intertwined and converged, transforming into a terrifying wave of spiritual energy that crushed down on the Daoist group.

"Everyone, let's raze the Taoist sect to the ground."

At a command, all the martial arts disciples, weapons in hand, charged out fiercely, their earth-shattering battle cries echoing throughout the heavens and earth.

The training ground, which had just been used for sparring and martial arts competitions, instantly transformed into a brutal battlefield of life and death.

The crisp sound of weapons clashing, the booming sound of spiritual energy exploding, and the agonizing screams of cultivators mingled together, creating an extremely jarring sound.

The two sects of cultivators, who were once neighbors, have now completely broken off relations and are locked in a life-or-death struggle.

Caught completely off guard, the members of the Tianyuan Dao Sect hastily engaged in battle and were instantly at a disadvantage.

Many low-level disciples were caught off guard and were severely injured by the opponent's spiritual power and weapons. Their blood stained the bluestone arena and the entire training ground.

Elder Wang led a group of sect elders in a desperate resistance, their Foundation Establishment spiritual power surging and clashing, fiercely fighting against the martial arts elders, and risking their lives to protect their disciples.

However, the martial arts faction had been planning for a long time, had ample manpower, and possessed formidable combat strength, while the Taoist faction was caught off guard and lacked adequate preparation.

This widened the gap in combat strength between the two sides.

In a short time, the casualties of the Taoist sect continued to increase, and the defense line collapsed step by step, on the verge of breaking down.

The Tianyuan Daoist sect, which has a history of hundreds of years, is facing the most dangerous crisis of annihilation since its founding.

On the high platform, Ye Qingxian calmly looked down at the fierce battle below, her expression indifferent and undisturbed, showing no sign of emotional fluctuation.

Ling Feng, standing to the side, frowned and couldn't help but offer some advice:

"Senior sister, the martial sect is ruthless and leaves no room for maneuver. They clearly intend to completely annihilate this sect. Should we step in to help and try to persuade these two sects?"

Ye Qingxian gently shook her head, her tone calm and indifferent:

"This is a personal feud between sects, a dispute over lineage, and a grudge between local sects."

"Our Yuntian Sect is one of the top nine sects, transcending worldly affairs. We never interfere in the battles and grudges between minor sects; we simply observe the situation."

As the daughter of the sect leader of the Yuntian Sect, she has a noble status and extremely high standards.

The life and death of a mere insignificant sect is not worth Yuntian Sect's attention, much less worth offending the martial arts sect's cultivators and causing unnecessary trouble.

Elder Wang was covered in blood and wounds, his spiritual energy was mostly depleted, and his breathing was disordered and weak.

As he watched his fellow disciples fall one after another, and countless disciples die or are injured, this elder who had guarded the sect for many years was filled with anxiety, yet felt utterly powerless.

He looked up at the only hope on the high platform and screamed for help:

"Fairy Ye Qingxian, we implore the Yuntian Sect to lend a helping hand! If our sect can be saved today, we are willing to offer all our most precious treasures and be forever grateful for the Yuntian Sect's great kindness!"

All the surviving Taoist elders and disciples looked up at the high platform, placing their last hope and chance of survival on the group from Yuntian Sect.

As long as the Yuntian Sect takes action, the mere martial arts sect can be suppressed in an instant, and the sect's crisis can be resolved immediately.

Faced with the earnest expectations of everyone in the Taoist sect, Ye Qingxian simply shook her head slightly, her voice cold and devoid of any warmth.

"I'm sorry, but the Yuntian Sect will never interfere in sectarian disputes."