Chapter 252 - Daoist League of the Five Continents (2/2)

Before his voice reached them, the nine flames instantly turned into nine storms of raging fire that engulfed the entire Landscape Park. The sky was turned into a sea of flames.

Fifteen minutes later, Xiao Chen landed on a wide empty land 25 kilometers away, reconverging with Qingluan and the rest. Now, he would never show his enemies any mercy.

“Master, what do we do now?” Qingluan asked.

“We’re going to the Daoist League of the Five Continents to prepare for the Immortal’s Sword Assembly.”

He was aware that the Nine Heaven-scorching Flames wouldn’t be much of a threat to those from the Fallen Immortals Sect; it was just there to trap them. His earlier use of the Immolation Spell of the Three Elements wouldn’t last. Soon, he would be suffering the countercharge. Right now, he must get to a safe place as soon as possible and circulate his Qi and breath.

The group left for the Daoist League of the Five Continents at once.

Meanwhile, the fire had incinerated Landscape Park. The injuries that One-dot Red and the rest sustained were light but they looked worse for the wear. They had been scoring victory after victory from the day they stepped on the soil of the Middle Continent and yet they were left in such a pathetic state today.

Putting aside the fact that their stronghold was destroyed, they even lost more than one hundred outer disciples. More importantly, they would surely suffer a terrifying punishment once the news spread.

Their expressions were positively ghastly, especially that of One-dot Red. He stared in the direction where Xiao Chen had left in and said icily, “Xiao Chen, I swear I’ll take your life within three months!”

Traceless for Ten Miles walked over to him and asked placidly, “Can you now be certain that he’s the heir of that sect?”

One-dot Red sneered. “Our forefather made divine calculations that revealed that someone would escape. It must be him. He has finally shown up after thousands of years. As the last remaining heir of that sect, he must die.”

The rest looked solemn after hearing this.

“Hehe. Life is so unpredictable. The Mystic Cyan Sect, which had always considered themselves unrivaled in the world back then, is only down to one disciple now. Twelve Spiritual Meridians, at that. Hehe…”

“Since he’s shown up, I think it’s better to return and report this to the Elders.”

“Don’t be hasty. I still want to play around with him. I want to see just how strong he is…”

…

The Daoist League of the Five Continents was jointly established by the various orthodox sects in the Five Continents. The league was built on the Jade Terrace Mountain in the middle of Tianyuan City. The mountain was covered in lush greenery all year round and shrouded in thick clouds and fogs. The league’s building was impressive and covered a large expanse of land, with countless islands hovering above it. On top of the islands were jade palaces peeking out of the clouds, which served as meeting places for high-level business and cultivation grounds for the Elders.

By the time they reached the Jade Terrace Mountain, Xiao Chen’s face was deathly pale and his forehead was covered in cold sweat. The countercharge of the Immolation Spell of the Three Elements was evidently acting up. He had to rely on Qingluan and Ziyun’er for support.

Under the mountain, the disciple responsible for welcoming the league’s guests immediately walked up to them after seeing his state. “Your injuries are grave. Can we offer you any help?”

Since the league was a joint-establishment of various orthodox sects, most of the disciples here were polite to those from other sects.

Xiao Chen lifted his head and felt cold sweat sliding down his cheek before hitting the ground. It seemed like even talking was strenuous for him. “I’m a disciple from the Jade Qing Sect; all you have to do is bring me to the league.”

Perfected Immortal Qing Chen of the Jade Qing Sect was the Elder representing the East Continent. The disciple dared not slight him in the least. “Senior Brother, please come with me.” He immediately showed them the way.

The pain in Xiao Chen’s elixir field was so acute that he felt like something was being knotted inside. It was as painful as if there was a flame raging inside him. His gait was still unstable even with Qingluan and Ziyun’er supporting his arms. Seeing this, the disciple leading the way dared not ask either.

“Are we there yet…?”

He was beginning to lose consciousness halfway up the stairs. The more Qi he consumed while using the Immolation Spell of the Three Elements, the heavier the countercharge would be. He had overexerted himself in dealing with the Fallen Immortals Sect earlier.

Panicked, Ziyun’er said, “We’re almost there. Master, please hold on for a little longer.”

“We’re there…?”

With one final sentence from him, darkness shrouded his vision and he lost all consciousness. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself lying inside a small house. Li Muxue and Luo Shangyan were easing the effects of the countercharge for him.