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第两千六百七十三章 惊人的消息

Though Cloud Conceal Sect was not a major sect for cultivation advancement, it had been passed down from the ancient times. If it were to be destroyed in her hands, how could she face her ancestors in the netherworld?

The silver-eyed girl felt a pang of emotion but did not dare to slacken any further. She focused all her energy on expelling toxins, hoping to recover some strength before the enemy arrived.

At her level of cultivation, how could she bear to fall without making a name for herself? Even if her fate was already sealed in the netherworld, she would leave behind a painful memory for the enemy first.

Cloud Conceal Sect might not be able to withstand the combined forces of the three major sects, but they would never submit easily. Anyone who intended to swallow their sect whole must be prepared to pay a heavy price.

From afar, the sounds of battle gradually faded until they were completely silent.

"Have all the disciples outside sacrificed themselves for the sect?"

The silver-eyed girl felt a twinge in her heart. She suddenly opened her eyes, radiating intense light.

She did not need to be weak; the disciples outside had fulfilled their duties. Now it was time for them, these sect elders and senior disciples, to step up.

The others also raised their heads, their expressions resolute.

Indeed, cultivators cherished their lives. But when pushed to this brink with no retreat, what more could they fear?

With life and death indifferent, there was nothing to be afraid of; she would fight to the end.

The few high-ranking cultivators of Cloud Conceal Sect all displayed a determination to face death.

But at that moment, the silver-eyed girl's brows twitched as if sensing something. After about several breaths, a streak of light entered her eyes, and a middle-aged man with a pale complexion emerged from it. He was dressed in a coarse long robe, his clothes stained with blood, clearly having endured a fierce battle.

He knelt before the few people inside the cave, "Zhang Lu, is it you? You're still alive?"

The dragon-named youth recognized the cultivator; he was a disciple of his second apprentice. Bygeneration rank, he should be a junior disciple to him.

"Junior disciple greets two great grandmasters and several senior disciples."

Zhang Lu bowed repeatedly before kneeling in front of the silver-eyed girl and the dragon-named youth with utmost respect on his face.

However, the latter's eyes narrowed slightly, and a hint of anger appeared on his handsome features: "Zhang Lu, you were supposed to be fighting outside. Why are you here? Did you see the enemy was too strong and run away in fear?"

The dragon-named youth was justified in being angry; he was one of the senior elders of Cloud Conceal Sect. If a junior disciple had fled the battlefield out of cowardice, how could he face his disciples?

Hearing this, the middle-aged man's expression changed to surprise before he laughed: "Great grandmaster, you have misunderstood me. Although I am not talented, I know how to bravely fight against enemies; how could I flee in fear and tarnish your reputation?"

Hearing this, the dragon-named youth's face softened slightly, but his doubts remained unresolved. He still wore a cold expression: "Why are you here if you weren't fighting outside?"

"Great grandmaster, the three major sects have retreated."

The middle-aged man's face was filled with excitement; he had come to deliver this message.

"What did you say?" The silver-eyed girl suddenly raised her head and spoke before her brother. The other old monsters also showed concern as they clearly heard but found it hard to believe their ears.

Retreat? Did they misunderstand?

From any angle, the news was too absurd.

It was even said to be preposterous.

"Great grandmaster, senior disciples, you did not hear wrongly; I am saying that the cultivators of the three major sects have fled in disarray."

The middle-aged man's emphatic voice reached everyone's ears. This time, every person present was certain they had heard clearly without any mistake.

But still, how could this be?

For a moment, the old monsters were stunned. After half a cup of tea passed:

"Brother, what do you think?"

The silver-eyed girl turned her head and asked for her brother's advice as she had many experiences in such matters.

"It is not a plot!"

The dragon-named youth remained silent for a while before firmly saying.

"Oh, Brother, can you be so certain?"

She was surprised.

"Yes, Sister, consider the current situation of our sect. We are truly cornered with no room to maneuver. In this dire strait, why would the enemy need to resort to underhanded tactics when they could easily annihilate us by taking advantage of their momentum? Why waste such efforts?"

"Indeed."

The silver-eyed girl nodded. This analysis was correct; she had the same thoughts but lacked her brother's certainty. Hearing his reasoning now confirmed it.

"Why did the enemy suddenly retreat then?"

She combed her hair, this question lingering in her mind.

"The reason behind their withdrawal is beyond my foresight, so I cannot deduce it accurately. However, based on my speculation, the three major sects must have encountered something significant. Perhaps..."

"Perhaps what?"

The silver-eyed girl's urgent voice echoed: "Brother, don't hesitate; we are only guessing here. You can speak freely."

"Possibly, it has to do with Lin Junior Apprentice."

The dragon-named youth's words rang out clearly.

"Senior Lin?"

"Not possible!"

The other few Core Foundation Stage cultivators who had not spoken up finally could not hold back and voiced their doubts.

"Do you think this is impossible?" The dragon-named youth scanned the group.

"Grandmaster Tang Bing," an elderly man with a refined appearance spoke, "it's not that we doubt your speculation. It's just too unbelievable. Indeed, Senior Lin's cultivation is extraordinary; he has repeatedly saved our sect from peril and even beheaded Old Monster Tian Jue. His powers are beyond what any of us can match."

"However, no matter how powerful Senior Lin might be, there must be limits. He is not a Transcendent Realm powerhouse. According to my knowledge, the three major sects have at least twenty-five or so Spirit Formation Stage cultivators here. This isn't Starlight City; one-on-one duels are mandatory. Even if Senior Lin came here, the other party would certainly not follow the rules and attack him en masse. How could he possibly resist? As they say, a good man cannot match many, and two fists can't beat four hands..."

"Indeed, Brother Liao's words make sense," the other Core Foundation Stage cultivators nodded in agreement.

The silver-eyed girl was also somewhat hesitant; such reasoning made sense. It was unheard of for someone with such power to single-handedly defeat more than twenty peers.

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