C61 (2/2)

”Quick!” Spread out on both sides, slowly retreat! Those who want to live don't make a sound! ” Jun Lanyue quietly instructed everyone to pass on the message. Just as everyone was saying this, the entire main peak of the Nether Sect lit up. The road to Mount Pan snaked up, and around every circle stood many people holding torches.

It looked like he had been ambushed.

Jun Lanyue signaled for everyone to stop moving and to conceal themselves.

But at this moment, a black shadow appeared in the air. The black shadow's body moved swiftly, as if it was a person, but also as if it was a ghost. Jun Lanyue subconsciously took a step back, and so did everyone else. The ghost-like figure in the sky laughed maniacally, ”Hahahaha …” Little Yang, you actually sent such a child to challenge this old man? ”Hahaha …”

”Yang, you have to live on the sly. Thousands of years ago, weren't you a slave of our Nether Sect? On one hand, you were sent as tribute by us, and on the other hand, you begged us not to attack. Now that our wings have hardened and our territory has expanded, you actually dare to come back and bully the Netherworld Sect? ”

These words confused Jun Lanyue more and more. What slave? What slave? Thousands of years ago?

A Holy Scale Guard behind him said, ”Master Hou, don't listen to his nonsense. The main branch was the Holy Land Empire that had been around for thousands of years. ”I can tell that this person has gone crazy.”

A sense of vigilance arose in Jun Lanyue's heart. Although they didn't know what he was still talking about, this person's cultivation was deep, so they were probably no match for him.

”Do you know who he is?” Jun Lanyue asked.

”Hahaha …” No need to ask! ” The man started to laugh maniacally again, as if he could easily hear their conversation.

Jun Lanyue frowned.

”I am the head disciple of the Nether Cult's Sect Leader. I will not change my name, Lin Guangxuan!”

Then, another circle of torches came from the bushes in the distance and surrounded them. The three great disciples of the Ghost sect came out of their predicament after the Hierarch had done his best to save them. But Sect Leader Lan Yun was already exhausted. His Essence was exhausted as he laid in the main peak's Sect Leader's back hall. Beside him was Lin Che, who didn't move an inch away from him.

As for them, they had long since discovered the infiltration of the Great Yang Army, and were only waiting for the right moment to strangle them. Jun Lin Yue regretted his decision, he hadn't fully investigated this matter. The worst outcome of this battle was that he would be caught and killed.

But I am Jun Lanyue, and I cannot die. He told himself. If the three disciples of Jianghu were to come out in seclusion, he would have a deep cultivation base and would not be a match for any of them. However, it was hard to say what the current situation was for the Hierarch of the Nether Sect.

Although the Nether Sect had kept this a secret from the outside world for many years, there was a lot of gossip and most of it was private. Although it was the truth, once it was admitted, it would bring about a fatal disaster.

Although the Nether Sect never admitted the disappearance of the three disciples and only said that they were going into seclusion, the smart ones knew that seclusion was most likely an excuse. No one knew where the three of them had gone to. If it was a seclusion, where the three of them would go berserk, only the Pope could save them, then right now would be the best time to assassinate the Pope.

The more King's Landing was willing to give it a try.

He said to the person behind him, ”Since you've come, don't think about going back alive. Our goal is to kill the sect leader. Everyone rushed up the mountain with me. Team one, two, hold off the enemy. Team three, follow me. Team four, five, come from behind. ”Let's start.”