After disappearing for ten years, the junior sister made the entire sect kneel down to welcome her.

soon.

Luo Zhen actually got the answer to this question.

"Bah! Who wants to go to the Central Continent with you? What's so great about the Hunyuan Sect? It's not even a hair's breadth better than our Xuantian Sect!"

"Our sect leader is wonderful! Under her leadership, the Xuantian Sect will one day surpass the Hunyuan Sect! Don't try to sow discord here; you've already instigated the elders, and now you're trying to incite us disciples?"

"Exactly! Do they really think we're fools?"

"I said I didn't kill anyone from your Hunyuan Sect! You're just looking for a pretext; stop trying to frame me!"

Everyone has seen Luo Zhenhuan's dedication to the sect.

They were now completely captivated by the young sect leader's charisma. Not to mention, she had single-handedly killed a Nascent Soul cultivator—and that was a Nascent Soul cultivator! This was something they could brag about for a lifetime.

The disciples all became staunch supporters of Luo Huanzhen, with little fans everywhere.

The power of example is endless.

Wherever role models are, that's where they are.

Therefore, no one responded to Qiao Shouxuan.

Qiao Shouxuan was furious.

"Fine, fine... Since you refuse to listen to reason and insist on protecting this little beast, then you deserve it!"

He suddenly raised his hand and gave the order to the five elders behind him: attack Luo Huanzhen directly. Anyone who dares to stop him will be killed without mercy.

Five terrifying auras erupted simultaneously.

The clouds were broken apart, and the spiritual energy within a hundred miles seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible hand, frantically converging towards the sky above the Xuan Tian Sect.

The five cultivators at the Tribulation Transcending stage slowly took a step forward, causing the entire mountain to tremble violently and the sect's protective formation to groan in despair.

One of the elders casually waved his hand, and half of the mountain was silently leveled.

Before the rubble could even hit the ground, it was crushed into dust by the remaining pressure.

Only the surging killing intent emanating from the five Tribulation Transcending cultivators remained between heaven and earth, like five towering mountains about to collapse, appearing even more terrifying in the gloomy downpour.

The disciples of the Xuantian Sect were trembling.

My calves were trembling, my teeth were chattering, and even breathing became difficult.

But no one backed down.

"Let's see who dares to touch any of my sect's members!"

Luo Huanzhen tilted his little face up, facing the overwhelming pressure from the five Tribulation Transcending stage cultivators, and reached out to take the small flag off his head.

The moment the small flag was taken down, it fluttered in the wind, growing wildly from the size of a palm—one foot, three feet, ten feet, and thirty feet—until it transformed into a giant banner that blotted out the sky, fluttering behind her, its golden patterns surging like living things.

With each flutter of the flag, it seemed as if ten thousand demons were weeping.

Qiao Shouxuan's breath caught in his throat for a moment.

The expressions of the five Tribulation Transcending cultivators behind him changed simultaneously.

The previous haughty contempt vanished, replaced by a blazing, almost insane light.

This is the quasi-divine artifact.

There can't be any mistake.

This howling wind and this terrifying demonic energy—it's practically a hundred times stronger than Luo Yixian's black flag!

Luo Yixian died a worthy death.

"Elders!" Qiao Shouxuan roared, his voice trembling with barely suppressed elation. "This is Elder Luo Yixian's Dharma flag! As expected, Luo Huanzhen killed and stole it! We must avenge Elder Luo and retrieve this relic!"

Duan Qianchui and the elders exchanged glances, and they understood everything.

What revenge, what relics—it's all bullshit.

They had no idea whether Luo Yixian was killed by the young sect leader—from beginning to end, they only wanted the young sect leader's natal magic weapon and found an excuse to openly rob him!

Since that's the case, there's no need to save face anymore.

"Shameless cultivators from Central Continent!"

"You're just like your Elder Luo! You wanted to steal my sect leader's things, so you deserved to die!"

"A lineage of thieves! They rob whatever they see, bullying the weak and taking advantage of the vulnerable!"

Qiao Shouxuan laughed loudly, his laughter filled with arrogance and disdain: "Yes! I do bully the weak, so what!"

Luo Huanzhen gripped the banner pole with both hands, angrily saying, "Who's stronger and who's weaker isn't certain yet!"

The Banner of Ten Thousand Demons suddenly unfurled.

The world changed color.

Streams of black energy surged from the banner, tearing countless dark gashes in mid-air. From these cracks, one ancient demon after another crawled out—horned, multi-armed, one-eyed, winged, covered in scales… bizarre shapes, densely packed, covering the sky and earth.

Ten, fifty, one hundred, three hundred—the number is still skyrocketing.

Each landing brought with it a dull thud.

In the blink of an eye, the sky above Xuantian Sect was filled with a dense mass of dark demonic figures, blotting out the sun and stretching as far as the eye could see.

Thousands of ancient demons at the Mahayana stage.

The leading ancient demon, with two horns on its head and dark red scales all over its body, looked around, then looked down at Luo Huanzhen, its mouth full of sharp teeth splitting open, and said in an extremely gleeful tone: "Oh! It's my turn this time? I've been holding back my temper for so long!"

Luo Huanzhen extended his fair and delicate finger and pointed steadily at Qiao Shouxuan.

"That sly old man, he chased after him and gnawed at his butt. He gnawed at it like crazy."

Qiao Shouxuan's face turned green instantly.

Luo Huanzhen then turned to another group of ancient demons and waved his hand: "You few, go and protect the disciples of the Xuantian Sect. If these five Tribulation Transcending cultivators dare to touch a single hair on their heads—you know the consequences."

The group of ancient demons glanced at the five murderous-looking Tribulation Transcending cultivators, collectively swallowed hard, and their legs began to tremble.

Help! That's the Tribulation Transcending stage, the difference is huge!

Rushing in really hurts!

But the thought of Luo Zhenhuan's iron fist sent a chill down their spines, and they charged forward at an even faster speed.

"kill--!"

"Protect our human offspring! No one is allowed to die! We can't explain to our little ancestor if they do!"

The ancient demons stood in front of the disciples, ready to die for their cause.

The disciples of the Xuantian Sect looked at this group of strange and terrifying demons, and their legs trembled with a mixture of emotion and awe.

Several female disciples had tears in their eyes: although these demons looked frightening and had sharp tongues, they were truly protecting them with their lives.

Who says demons are bad? These demons couldn't be better!

On the other side, Qiao Shouxuan dodged the gaping maw of an ancient demon in a sorry state, staggering towards the nearest Tribulation Transcending Elder, shouting in a manner completely unlike a sect leader: "Supreme Elder, save me—!"

He hid behind the elder while cursing loudly, both afraid and angry. He knew Luo Zhen could summon things, but he hadn't expected her to be able to summon so many!

They've gone mad. They've really gone mad!

Even so, his eyes turned even redder when he saw the Myriad Demon Banner in Luo Zhenhuan's hand, which was still swirling and from which ancient demons continued to pour out.

Coming to Dongzhou this time was definitely the right decision!

This is incredible! This near-divine artifact is simply too powerful!

"Elders!" he cried hoarsely, "We must seize it!"