Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!

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"In this age of great strife, with the Northern Region impoverished and weakened, we, the Jianxie Sect, as a major sect of the Northern Region, must unite our forces into a tight knot to become the Northern Stars Sword Alliance. Only then can we seize greater benefits in the upcoming chaos and preserve ourselves,"

"You say, how could such an excellent plan, which benefits the Northern Region and yourselves, fail to be implemented?"

"Small sects, ignorant of the Heavenly Dao, now amidst an unprecedented upheaval, still wish to protect only themselves—it’s like fools dreaming."

Spitting the bloody mud from his mouth, the person on the ground sharply retorted, "If it were truly about forming an alliance, it would be fine. But you, the Jianxie Sect, simply wish to use the name of alliance to carry out annexation, your ulterior motives clear as day and you still dare make grand statements—how ridiculous!"

"The Doting Son is sure to meet a bad end!"

Upon hearing these words, the complexion of the man in black darkened instantly, either because he couldn’t maintain his facade after being exposed or because his master was insulted. He coldly said right away,

"The young master is kind-hearted and gave you a chance, but to think that you, the Liyuan Sect, would be the first to jump out. Now it seems that the Liyuan Sect truly has no reason to exist anymore."

"You can rest assured, the young master’s patience is also running low. Right now, all that’s needed is for Sect Master Qinyun to perform a song and dance at the banquet, but I fear my fellow Daoists will be even more anxious tonight, hehe."

As soon as these words came out, the two black-clothed men behind the scar-faced middle-aged man echoed in agreement, "Exactly, exactly, the urgency should come at night indeed. The young master must have already lost his patience. The so-called lawless ruffians are probably just a tiger flag waved by the Hehuan Sect to bluff."

"Alright, it’s pointless for me to argue with someone who’s about to die. Drag this person away and kill him; he is, after all, a near-True Monarch of the Liyuan Sect. You should consider yourselves lucky—later you can boast about how a near-True Monarch died at your hands."

"Don’t be afraid, his body’s mana has already been sealed by the young master; you can take your time killing him."

The scar-faced middle-aged man said grimly, and the two men in black roared in agreement.

At this moment, the scar-faced man glared fiercely at the cultivators who had stopped to watch because of the disturbance, "What are all of you looking at? Disperse, don’t bring trouble upon yourselves."

"We are from the Jianxie Sect."

Once these words were uttered, the crowd of onlookers all showed a look of wariness, swiftly passing by as ’innocent bystanders,’ leaving Yi Chen, who stood proudly amidst the dispersing crowd, feeling somewhat out of place as many eyes converged on him.

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"Yo, yo, yo, isn’t this True Monarch Xiaotian? How come I haven’t seen you for a few months, and you’ve plummeted so low?"

"To be trampled underfoot by a waste who advanced to True Monarch through evil methods and has no potential, how pitiful!" Yi Chen, unafraid, even chuckled lightly in response, his tone seemingly teasing, but those who heard it felt a chill run up their spines.

"You…."

"What ’you?’ Kneel before me."

"What standing do you have, to have the face to speak with me?" Yi Chen’s face changed in an instant, like an ancient Ferocious Beast suddenly awakening. The fear felt by the three with scarred faces was profound. Led by the scar-faced man, under the torrent of an unusual force and a mental intimidation, they involuntarily began kowtowing as if pounding garlic.

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At this moment, on the top floor of the Wangyue Pavilion, a white-clothed young master sat in the main seat at the banquet, a look of pleasure on his face.

In the center of the great hall, a beautiful fairy in white, her face veiled, was playing the zither. The sound of the zither was joyous, like a cascade of pearls and jewels, yet the fairy’s eyes and brow were filled with frost.

As the sound of the zither faded, applause began to rise.

The white-clothed young master clapped and laughed, "Sect Master Qinyun plays the zither so well! Truly a feast for the senses!" @@novelbin@@

The people at the banquet echoed his praise.

Only the elegantly dressed beauty couldn’t help but speak out after hearing this, "Doting Son, True Monarch Xiaotian was merely standing up for me, and he offended you."

"Now that I’ve played a song on the zither as promised, could you spare True Monarch Xiaotian?"

"I’m sorry, I cannot," the white-clothed young master shook his head.

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