Chapter 679 - 679: Who Will Die First?

Chapter 679 - 679: Who Will Die First?

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“It’s over... We’re done for.” Despair settled among the people, many of whom sank to the ground, gripped by an engulfing fear.

The border guards from the three sects were engulfed in the same hopelessness, murmuring, “The masters of the three sects must be dead by now...”

“With the masters gone, we will die too...”

A pervasive sense of dread hung heavy in every heart, a collective resignation to the fate they saw materializing before them in the form of the imposing figure in the sky.

Suddenly, a stern voice cut through the doom, “What are you panicking for?!” An elderly figure appeared amidst them, stepping on a massive symbol that read ‘Yu’.Updated from novelb(i)n.c(o)m

“We aren’t defeated until the moment we die,” the voice rang out firmly, only to soften towards the end, “...at least this buys time for the civilians to evacuate.”

A figure adorned in a purple and gold Daoist robe moved against the tide of fleeing people, advancing toward the border. “Disciples of the True Path Sect, lead the civilians to Qingzhou. Survival is still possible there... Others, if you wish to flee, I won’t hold you back.” Confidence radiated from the old man.

“Heavenly Master!” Many in the crowd, particularly the True Path Sect disciples, bowed in reverence. Even amidst the chaos, the disciples at the forefront remained rooted, their resolve unshaken.

Witnessing this, some from other sects who had intended to flee felt a surge of embarrassment. A handful continued to flee, heads bowed, while others, galvanized by the display of courage, halted firmly in their tracks.

“We’ve been trained in the True Path Sect’s formation techniques over the years, Heavenly Master,” a few of the sect leaders chimed in, with a hint of humor amidst the grim situation.

The scene on the ground mirrored an apocalyptic event, the catastrophic aftermath of a singular, yet devastating attack. Hundreds among the sect disciples holding the array perished instantly.

Despite the losses, fresh recruits promptly took the places of the fallen, steadfastly maintaining the defense line, allowing no breach.

Bai Wuya observed the scene, his face betraying no emotion but cold indifference. “Impressive. If this step wasn’t taken, the three regions could indeed pose a threat to our six royal clans. But times have changed.”

Despite being only halfway to his intended position, he could perceive vistas he had never encountered before. He recognized that the fortune of the three states was interconnected, propelled by an unseen force that showered blessings upon the warriors of the three sects like snowflakes.

He contemplated, “This explains the many defeats we faced while attempting to invade the three realms. However, today marks the end of it all.”

But in a fleeting moment, his demeanor changed dramatically. Raising his head, he noticed a sudden shift in the fortune emanating from the three regions. A turbulent wind emerged from the center, charging fiercely towards him.

Defiant and determined, the old Confucian scholar emerged, propelled by the furious wind, dispersing the oppressive blood mist surrounding him. The violent frenzy that had gripped the populace abated, returning a semblance of normality to the scene.

Before the imminent confrontation could escalate, the scholar cast his gaze towards the West Cauldron State, now engulfed in a blood-red sea. Bizarre occurrences were unfolding there, signaling the approach of a formidable force moving at an alarming pace.

Facing the impending peril, the old scholar braced himself, declaring, “Looks like I have to risk my life.”

The situation grew increasingly tense, with the three kings gearing up for a fierce confrontation, leaving everyone in suspense about the allegiance of the Sacred Heart Sect Master.

The pressing question remained: Who would die first in this high-stakes battle?