CHAPTER 279: CHAPTER 276: THE UNBEARABLE LANGYA SECT_1

An hour later, Wen Chuanxue appeared in the square. Looking at the disciples scattered haphazardly, his face instantly turned incredibly gloomy.

Over 100,000 disciples of the Langya Sect stood lazily in clusters across the square, heads bowed and murmuring amongst themselves. In terms of formation, they were inferior even to an ordinary imperial army.

"Is this the sect you’re managing for me?" Wen Chuanxue asked Yang Andao with scorn.

Ten thousand years ago, when he was the Sect Master, the Langya Sect was nothing like this!

Back then, the Sect Disciples were refined and elegant, well-read in the classics, and possessed an extraordinary demeanor. Whether discussing ancient and modern topics or venturing out for battle, they were always presentable!

But now, they couldn’t even form a proper line. A cloying scent of perfume and powder emanated from them. Their eyes were sunken, and they looked as if they had excessively indulged.

Is this how a king-ranked power should behave?

"Please forgive me, Patriarch!" Yang Andao said dejectedly, his head still bowed.

"HUMPH!"

Wen Chuanxue flicked his sleeves violently. The power of a fourth-rank Saint King enveloped the entire square.

Under this sudden, immense pressure, many Langya Sect Disciples collapsed to the ground, their wails incessant. Fewer than 10,000 managed to remain standing under this crushing aura.

"All of you, form ranks now!" Fury blazed in Wen Chuanxue’s eyes as he roared.

The disciples gritted their teeth and struggled to their feet, but the lines they formed were hopelessly crooked.

"All of you present are Disciples of the Langya Sect. The enemy is about to invade! Take up your weapons and follow this Patriarch into battle to defend our sect!"

Wen Chuanxue, too disdainful to bother with their formation, drew his sword and ordered with killing intent.

"Understood!" came the scattered, weak replies.

Thus, Wen Chuanxue led this motley crew towards the borders of the Langya territory. They stationed themselves in a border city called Yellow Sky City, accompanied by all the Sect Elders.

Three days later, Guan Yu and Zhang Fei led their large army and set up camp on a plain 100 kilometers from Yellow Sky City. They dispatched numerous Scouts to gather intelligence on the Langya Sect.

Before long, the Scouts returned with their reports.

"How audacious! Do you dare deceive me, General? Don’t you want your head anymore?" Inside the central command tent, Zhang Fei glared at a Scout, bellowing with such fury that his terrifying aura nearly tore the tent apart.

Guan Yu, seated in the commander’s chair, stroked his magnificent beard, his date-red face revealing his puzzlement.

"Reporting to the Generals, your subordinate wouldn’t dare utter a single falsehood! Yellow Sky City is indeed poorly defended and riddled with vulnerabilities. The Langya Sect Disciples are carousing through the streets day and night, causing widespread panic among the city’s inhabitants!" the Scout, thoroughly intimidated, explained hurriedly as beads of sweat dripped from his forehead.

Strange, could this be a diversionary tactic by the Langya Sect? Seeing that the Scout didn’t seem to be faking it, Zhang Fei withdrew his oppressive aura and muttered in confusion.

Suddenly, a ripple appeared in the Void, revealing a figure in a black robe. A jade pendant carved like a broken cliff hung at his waist. His eyes were as cold as the Abyss staring back. He took out a letter, placed it on the table, and then swiftly departed.

Before the broken cliff, lies the Abyss! This was the attire of the Abyss Guard!

Guan Yu opened the envelope, glanced through the letter, and said with a smile, "Relay my orders! The army is to assemble and attack Yellow Sky City immediately!"

"What happened?" Zhang Fei asked curiously.

"The Abyss Guard’s operatives in the city have corroborated the Scout’s intelligence. This isn’t a diversionary tactic by the Langya Sect; they have truly fallen into degeneracy!" Guan Yu explained. He hefted his Azure Dragon Crescent Blade and strode out of the central tent, exuding a boundless aura.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM...

War drums thundered. The Prisoner Army and the Long Plank Army quickly assembled. Perhaps because they realized war was imminent, a trace of nervousness showed on their faces.

"Move out!" Guan Yu, clad in battle armor, commanded in a resonant voice.

"SLAY! SLAY! SLAY!"

The 600,000-strong army charged. For Martial Artists, a distance of 100 miles was merely a matter of minutes. They quickly arrived before Yellow Sky City, their weapons brandished, a slaughterous aura cascading from them like a waterfall.

"Enemy attack! Quickly, to the defenses!"

"Quick, notify the Sect Disciples! We must resist the enemy!"

The soldiers defending the city were the ordinary garrison of Yellow Sky City. The noble Langya Sect Disciples, of course, would not deign to patrol the city walls; they were currently enjoying themselves within the city.

By the time the city defenders went to alert the Langya Sect Disciples, it was already too late!

The soldiers of the Prisoner Army and the Long Plank Army, empowered by their army souls, launched a ferocious charge towards the city. Their soaring morale seemed as if it could pierce the heavens.

A volley of arrows rained down from the sky!

The sky above seemed to be covered by a dark cloud. The gleaming arrows, enhanced by Spiritual Energy, blazed with terrifying brilliance. They struck down the defending soldiers running back and forth on the city walls, the massive force of impact nailing their bodies to the ramparts.

In an instant, a blood mist painted the city walls red, and countless defenders were sent to the Yellow Spring.

A bloody miasma filled the air, staining the heavens!

This commotion finally alerted the Langya Sect Disciples!

They stumbled out from the brothels, from the taverns, from the pleasure boats, flying towards the city walls to confront the enemy.

"Qin... The Qin Divine Court!"

When the first wave of Langya Sect Disciples reached the city wall and saw the ’Qin’ battle flags fluttering in the wind, they swallowed hard. Without a word, faces etched with terror, they turned and fled.

The enemy is actually the Qin Divine Court?

If I had known, I wouldn’t have come even if you beat me to death! The Patriarch was truly reckless, actually choosing to fight the Qin Divine Court! Isn’t that like an egg smashing against a rock? Grossly overestimating our strength? one disciple complained, pushing his movement technique to its absolute limit, terrified that if he fled too slowly, he would be slain by a Qin expert.

"KILL!"

The soldiers of the Prisoner Army and the Long Plank Army were ecstatic. They had never imagined their first battle would be so easy. With eyes gleaming, they pursued the fleeing Langya Sect Disciples.

Sharp blades flashed through the air, slashing down fiercely. One after another, Langya Sect Disciples fell. These literati and masters of techniques, once so lofty and self-proclaimed extraordinary, were now reduced to lambs for the slaughter.

The slaughter continued!

The entire city was engulfed in a bloodbath!

In truth, the Langya Sect Disciples were not entirely powerless. However, their bodies had been ravaged by wine and debauchery, their fighting spirit eroded.

Charging ever forward!

Completely unstoppable!

Nothing could withstand the might of the Qin army!

Occasionally, a few fervent Langya Sect Disciples would fight back desperately, but before the advancing army, they merely added to the number of dead.

A Saint Realm Sect Elder roared, soaring into the sky and flying towards the Qin army.

As the blood-red Evil Qi billowed, volleys of arrows tore through the sky, riddling the Saint Realm Sect Elder until he resembled a beehive.

"Such... such a terrifying army!"

Inside the City Lord’s Mansion, Wen Chuanxue sucked in a sharp breath. He had anticipated the Langya Sect’s defeat, but he never imagined it would be so swift, so absolute.

"Patriarch, you... please take care of yourself!" Yang Andao stood behind him, his legs trembling uncontrollably. He barely stammered out the words before abandoning Wen Chuanxue and fleeing for his life.

This time, Wen Chuanxue didn’t stop him.

Let them run! It’s good that they escape! At least the Langya Sect’s legacy can be preserved!

Langya Sect, let me protect you one last time!

Wen Chuanxue gave a bitter laugh. An ancient book hovered above his head, and he held a battle sword in his hand. His body slowly rose into the air as he charged toward the nearest enemy soldiers.