Chapter 1030 - The War Begins (2/2)

“Any time now. The sect disappeared half a month ago and they’ve been deploying people here since, but that took up a bit of time. The Huatian Palace route was also a bust; it didn’t work even when we tried to pull strings. It was almost as if someone at the top had cut us off. For some reason, the heretic forces raised their demands after what happened with the Petrification Cult. They’re straight-up ripping us off,” Senior Brother Zou Xing said.

The cultivators of the Sinister Wind cult had also wanted to use the channels of the heretic forces to sneak out. However, they only got tangled with them. The heretic forces had demanded too much of them, so much so that it was difficult even for a sect as big as the Sinister Wind Sect. It was because of this that there was a half-month delay.

“It should be soon. There’s no way the sects would let Mo Wen go, especially not under such circumstances. They’re even less likely to let him go now.”

Back then, they had only wanted to kill Mo Wen so that they could steal the Sacred Fire Sword from him. Now, killing him was tantamount to wiping out a threat. Mo Wen’s innate skill and talent was more than enough to scare even the sects of the Peng Lai Immortal Realm.

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On the other side of the forest, a few people had also gathered. All of them were from the Blood Evil Temple. In the Peng Lai Immortal Realm, the sect that most wanted Mo Wen dead was not the Petrification Cult, Sinister Wind Sect, or the Sword Valley… It was the Blood Evil Temple.

The Blood Evil Temple would perish if Mo Wen did not die. Things had already come to a head, and the Blood Evil Temple Leader knew full well. This was why he had so fervently wished for Mo Wen’s death. Xue Chu had been so happy he could barely sleep, knowing that there were dozens of sects in the Peng Lai Immortal Realm that were working together to take down Mo Wen. He wished, at every second, for Mo Wen to drop dead.

“Elder Yang, do you think the Temple Leader is back yet?”

One of the martial arts grandmasters from the Blood Evil Temple looked at Yang Zonglin. Their journey to the Green Ancient Mystery Dimension was led by none other than Yang Zonglin, who could be said to be Mo Wen’s nemesis. They had been at odds during the Martial Arts Circle Convention. That incident in Li’an City had been the doing of Yang Zonglin. The man had sent news to instigate Xue Chu into defeating Mo Wen.

“The Temple Leader won’t be able to make it. The Huatian Palace is not letting him go, and we have no way of going through other channels.”

Yang Zonglin shook his head. The Blood Evil Temple was only a small sect, and it was obvious the heretic organization did not think much of them. They were not able to meet the demands stated by the heretic organization; only the big sects with a sizeable foundation had the qualifications to work with the heretic organizations.

“I hope Mo Wen dies soon. I hope he dies a grievous death,” Lord Merciless spat through gritted teeth.

He had not thought that Mo Wen could make it this far. Fear and unease seized his heart every day. If Mo Wen did not die, the Blood Evil Temple would die instead, for sure. Honestly, they had regrets about their insistence on offending Mo Wen back then. If not for that, there was no way they would have reached this point of no return.

It was a good thing Mo Wen had really rotten luck—to think he was the successor of Zhang Poxiao.

“The goal of our journey here today is to see how things will unfold. The best outcome is for Mo Wen to die in the hands of those sects, and that seems par for the course. There’s no way Mo Wen will be able to contend with those ancient sects alone,” Yang Zonglin remarked mildly.

His heart had long settled because he knew that there was no way Mo Wen would be able to escape the pursuit of the other sects. How could a puny little brat like him contend against the big sects of the Peng Lai Immortal Realm? He really did not know what was good for him.

“That’s right! Mo Wen will die, for sure! Haha, so what if he is a genius? So what if his potential is limitless? He’s a dead man walking, but I’m still alive.”

Lord Merciless laughed raucously. He felt rather carefree. You might be great and all and yet, here you are, dying at my feet. Your innate skills are much better than mine, and yet you’re still dying at my feet. Some people were simply unable to tolerate the sight of seeing another person happy. Lord Merciless was actually really happy that Mo Wen was about to die.

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The gathering place of the Petrification Cult.

The gathering place of the Sword Valley.

The gathering place of the Shattering Cloud Sect.

At this moment, there were several gathering places outside Intentionless City. All of them were waiting for the powerful practitioners to step forward.

One day, such people finally stepped forth from the darkness. They were a group of thirty people, all of whom were martial arts grandmasters—there were even about seven or eight Infinite Powerhouses. They traversed through the air flagrantly, heading towards Intentionless City.

Everyone’s gaze fell upon them. Everyone, whether they were inside or outside of the city, was looking at them.