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第两千六百四十四章 宗门大乱

"What?"

Lin Xuan couldn't help but feel shocked. Although he had anticipated that the Cloud Concealment Sect might be in trouble, he never dreamed it would be so severe.

How could this be possible?

Almost convinced his ears were playing tricks on him, Lin Xuan understood why. After all, in recent centuries, although he was secluded and rarely involved in sect affairs, he wasn't entirely unaware of the Cloud Concealment Sect's general situation.

Everything seemed to be thriving, even flourishing. How could they suddenly face such a dire fate?

This was indeed too strange. For a moment, Lin Xuan's mind was filled with doubts.

However, given his composure, he knew it wasn't the right time for questions. As the saying goes, "saving someone is like putting out a fire—what matters now is addressing the crisis first." Every moment wasted here meant more potential loss to the sect headquarters.

"Let's go!"

With that thought in mind, Lin Xuan didn't waste any words. He emitted a layer of green light and enveloped Lin Yujiao before transforming into a streak of lightning towards the sect headquarters.

The Hundred Flowers Mountain where his lair was located was about ten million miles away from the sect. For ordinary people, it would take their entire lives to cover such a distance, but for someone like Lin Xuan, it was nothing. Although not instantaneous, he arrived in no time at all.

Approaching Cloud Concealment Mountains, he saw flashes of light and various colors shooting up into the sky, with continuous explosions echoing like popping beans. Lin Xuan's pupils constricted. Yujiao had spoken correctly; his sect had encountered a formidable enemy that had even broken through their protective array.

Damn it! Were they really so arrogant as to think no one was in Cloud Concealment Sect?

Angry and impatient, Lin Xuan didn't bother asking who the enemies were. There wasn't much time for such inquiries anyway. The entire headquarters was already a chaotic mess with many cultivators engaged in fierce battles. How could there be any chance to ask each one individually?

The Cloud Concealment Sect had not only been breached but also its outer territories occupied by the enemy.

Several unfamiliar cultivators were floating nearby, and although Lin Xuan didn't recognize most of the sect's disciples, he could tell from their aura fluctuations that they weren't his own. There was no need to be polite.

Despite being cautious, with his current strength, there was no reason for him to be overly careful. Lin Xuan flew directly towards them in broad daylight.

This brazen act only caused confusion among the guards who mistook him for a fellow sect member. Since he was hidden within a concealment light and couldn't reveal his face, they approached him and shouted:

"Is it Senior Brother Ye returning? Just right, uh... why aren't you..."

The man noticed something amiss as Lin Xuan approached closely, his face showing shock, and he let out an alarmed cry. But it was too late; a cold smile appeared on Lin Xuan's lips, and with a flick of his wrist, silver light flashed, revealing a slender silver thread. The unfortunate man didn't even have time to scream before his head rolled off.

The others were equally shocked by the sudden turn of events, their souls nearly leaving their bodies in terror.

"You... who are you?"

A bearded old man trembled like a sieve, his voice filled with shock as it reached Lin Xuan's ears.

Another black-robed middle-aged man reacted much faster and turned into a streak of light to flee towards the distance. His reaction was swift but futile; Lin Xuan's eyes were cold with intent. With a raised hand, his fingers curled slightly, causing the surrounding air to suddenly freeze.

Bang!

Both the trembling old man and the fleeing middle-aged man met the same fate—disintegrated into bloody mist without any chance to escape their essence souls.

Eliminating these minor enemies was merely a trivial matter for Lin Xuan. His face showed no surprise or joy as he continued flying towards the deeper parts of the sect headquarters.

Lin Xuan's concealment light was incredibly swift, and in an instant, he drew closer. At the location near the grand hall, chaos reigned supreme; flashes of light and explosions echoed incessantly...

Dozens of Core Formation cultivators were engaged in relentless battles. The high-ranking cultivators who remained at the sect headquarters mostly gathered here.

The opponents they faced wore different attire, clearly not from the same sect. Lin Xuan roughly counted at least three factions of cultivators.

When did Cloud Concealment Sect offend so many formidable enemies? This surprised Lin Xuan greatly.

At this moment, a harsh voice echoed in his ears.

"Friend White, do you really want everything to be destroyed? With such a large number of people involved from our three sects, your Cloud Concealment Sect has no way to resist. If you yield and surrender, not only will it spare you much suffering, but maybe even save your life. Cultivation is hard; carefully consider how to proceed."

The speaker's voice was hoarse yet his cultivation level was astonishing—late Core Formation stage. His appearance was peculiar, dressed in a commoner's robe with a plump figure, making him look like a wealthy family's landowner.

Facing him was a man wearing white robes and long hair. Lin Xuan vaguely recognized him but couldn't recall who he was at the moment. However, it could be confirmed that this person should be an important sect member.

He stared intently, wielding a black sword and attacking with ruthless precision.

The landowner-type cultivator roared in anger: "Hmph! Ignorant of your own death, I heard your senior brother, Heavenlyspin or whirl Sword Sovereign, was slain by Lin Xiao. You still remain at Cloud Concealment Sect; your future will be even more miserable."

But the white-robed cultivator ignored him, focusing solely on attacking with his treasure. Seeing that psychological tactics weren't working, the landowner became furious and manipulated a copper coin-shaped treasure to engage in battle.

Around them, there were at least twenty other combat groups. A fat man with a large head and ears wore an open robe, holding a huge wolf's tooth club.

Clearly, he practiced physical cultivation; each strike of his club seemed capable of sweeping away thousands of enemies.

His opponent was tall and thin, very agile. Instead of fighting the fat man directly, he chose to tremble.

Elsewhere, a male and female cultivator, who looked like a couple practicing dual cultivation, were working together to repel their opponents. Their combined skills far exceeded the sum of their individual efforts, but their opponents were also skilled in cooperation, making it a closely matched battle.

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