Overwhelmed by so many people, Elder Yin was naturally no match for them. He shouted, "Palace Master, if you want to kill me, kill me! Why frame me?"
"I refuse to accept this! You said there was 'Fairy Dance' in the tea, so why are you so sure I was scared?"
"Palace Master, if you don't give me a reasonable explanation, I won't accept punishment! I'll risk my life to take two of them down with me! Let's see who dares to touch me!"
Elder Yin roared, but it didn't change anything. More than a dozen of his men had already fallen to the ground protecting him.
Palace Master Mingyue didn't stop them. Instead, she looked outside and said, "Don't kill him, just cripple him."
Elder Yin was crippled, and those around him were all dead.
Elder Yin, his cultivation destroyed and severely injured, laughed heartily at Palace Master Mingyue. Looking around, he realized he didn't want to live anymore.
A person who doesn't want to live can say anything and has no fear, since they're not even afraid of death.
"You think you can survive by not drinking it? Let me tell you, the Yan Yang Sect has already arrived. You're all going to die, all going to die!" Elder Yin roared with a bitter laugh.
The expressions of those around him changed drastically. There was a significant gap between the Mingyue Palace and the Yan Yang Sect. The Yan Yang Sect could destroy the Mingyue Palace, but their own casualties were uncertain—they might not be heavy, or they might be.
That's why the Yan Yang Sect hadn't acted until now. This time, they had unintentionally obtained the Immortal Dance, which led them to decide to devour the Mingyue Palace.
Their plan was meticulous, and the most important element was the Immortal Dance.
Everyone who heard of the Immortal Dance was terrified, but it was extremely rare. Most people only knew its name but never actually saw it. If someone told you they had poisoned you with the Immortal Dance, the reaction would be to drink it all and say it was delicious.
That's the Immortal Dance—a deadly poison with no antidote, yet it was as rare as a phoenix feather. It was a legendary existence, which was why Elder Yin felt there was no problem with success. Even if someone said they had poisoned it with the Immortal Dance, no one would believe them.
But today, miraculously, everyone believed it. No one dared to try it, dared to drink it. Moreover, this poison didn't appear immediately upon ingestion; the incubation period was at least two hours, basically taking a whole morning before it took effect.
Once it took effect, there was no cure.
The Palace Master of Mingyue Palace looked outside, very calm and quiet, the surrounding air seemingly calming down as well.
Many people involuntarily looked outside. Just then, the Palace Master of Mingyue Palace smiled and said, "Since old friends have arrived, why be so timid?"
"Hahaha!"
A clear, hearty laugh rang out, and a group of people walked out, appearing out of thin air. Only then did everyone notice a portal-like opening—a magical door.
Yes, a magic weapon.
It was similar to a Shrinking Ruler, similar to a teleportation portal—no, not similar, it was a teleportation portal, only a mobile one.
In fact, it was similar to Qin Chuan's Five Elements Immortal Banner, but perhaps far inferior; it was merely a similar treasure.
The world of Kyushu is vast and boundless. These kinds of mobile treasures, especially teleportation items, are invaluable, as they also offer considerable life-saving capabilities. "
So powerful!"
That was Qin Chuan's feeling. This leading man was too strong, shockingly so. Even Qin Chuan, at the Void Realm, couldn't accurately sense the man's strength. "
God of War Realm!
" Could this be the God of War Realm? Qin Chuan's Golden Divine Eyes could see a faint halo surrounding the man, as if he were carrying a faint, almost imperceptible flame.
Hmm, somewhat like a flame of light, divine radiance? Divine light?
But one thing was certain: this man was a God of War powerhouse.
A God of War powerhouse! Qin Chuan was still somewhat bewildered, because he was a successor of a God of War, and now he was facing a God of War.
However, the God of War successor and this God of War realm were different. Qin Chuan's God of War succession and Demon God succession were somewhat different from this realm.
Well, it's like comparing a divine beast, the White Tiger, to a tiger...
Actually, Qin Chuan's War God inheritance, while called a War God, isn't actually at the War God Realm; it's a titled War God. Its true strength is certainly stronger than a War God Realm expert.
But that's a bit of a stretch. The War God Realm expert before him has already left Qin Chuan utterly shocked. He even wondered how long his Void Realm could last against this War God Realm expert? Or would he be instantly killed?
Qin Chuan's gaze returned to the Bright Moon Palace Master. He needed to confirm one thing: was the Bright Moon Palace Master at the War God Realm?
This was crucial. If the Bright Moon Palace didn't have a War God Realm expert, then Qin Chuan was powerless to change anything.
Qin Chuan had met the Bright Moon Palace Master before, but hadn't given it much thought. Plus, the Bright Moon Palace Master's aura wasn't as strong as the man from the Flame Sun Sect's, so he hadn't paid particular attention to whether she was at the War God Realm, and didn't know how to judge before.
Now, because of the appearance of this War God Realm expert from the Flame Sun Sect, this War God Realm expert was too obvious, and Qin Chuan knew how to determine if someone was at the War God Realm.
This assessment allowed Qin Chuan to breathe a slight sigh of relief. The Palace Master of Mingyue Palace was also a War God Realm expert, but inferior to the man opposite her. Qin Chuan could accurately judge this from the divine aura emanating from her; there was a clear gap in their abilities.
As long as there was someone at the War God Realm, Qin Chuan felt there was a possibility, so he felt a slight sense of relief. Furthermore, he noticed that the Palace Master of Mingyue Palace seemed to possess a certain level of confidence, indicating that she also had the ability to fight.
"Sect Master Yanyang, you've really gone to great lengths this time. How does it feel to play the villain?" The Palace Master of Mingyue Palace sneered at the Sect Master Yanyang.
"Hahaha, no poison, no hero; a petty person is no gentleman. No matter the means, as long as it achieves the goal, it's a good means. Whatever the schemes or plots, I only care about the result. It's a pity your Mingyue Palace seems to have a good life, but it's only a short while longer." The Sect Master Yanyang chuckled.
At this level, face and reputation were no longer important. Insults, accusations, and condemnations were all useless. Strength, only strength, was the most real and reliable thing.
In truth, saying anything now is pointless, because ultimately, a battle is inevitable. Both sides have reached this point, and only a battle can resolve it.
On the Bright Moon Palace side, however, there's widespread panic. Everyone knows the Bright Moon Palace is inferior to the Flame Sun Sect, and now that they've faced off, the weaker side is bound to be filled with anxiety.
Elder Yin burst into laughter: "Fight! Fight!"
The Flame Sun Sect Master looked at Elder Yin with pity, sighed, and said, "He's ruined, completely ruined. His life is over." For a martial artist, especially one at this level, cultivation is far more precious than life itself. Cultivation is life; without it, without the ability to recover, one cannot survive.