Chapter 1690 Traitor

Hearing Wang Qi say this, Lin Zhentian's heart tightened again. Could it be that someone in the Secular World had betrayed them?

At the same time, more than a dozen figures sped down from the mountaintop.

When Lin Zhentian clearly saw the faces of these people, his expression changed drastically, filled with fury.

"It's actually you!"

It turned out these were none other than Zhang Tianshi and the people from Diancang Sect.

Lin Zhentian questioned sharply, "As a renowned Sect, you actually defected to the Kunlun Immortal Realm? Do you have any conscience left? Do you have any shame? In the future, you will be the sinners of the entire Huaxia!"

"Hahahaha, conscience? Shame? Sinner?"

Zhang Daoxuan burst into a loud, skyward laugh, then his expression turned incredibly ferocious. "Can you blame me for this? All of this was forced by you and your good son. If anyone is a sinner, it's you."

It turned out that after he lost to Ye Bufan and destroyed the Celestial Master Teachings' precious thunder seal, he knew he couldn't explain himself upon returning to Longhu Mountain, so he defected to the Kunlun Immortal Realm.

The Diancang Sect was even more so, eager for revenge and disregarding everything else.

Xie Lingyun said, "Lin Zhentian, are you surprised? It seems you still underestimated the influence of my Kunlun Immortal Realm."

Lin Zhentian's expression was grim. "This is nothing. They are just a few scoundrels."

Huang Bokai smiled coldly. "Just a few? Then I'll give you another surprise."

After speaking, he looked at the crowd on the Heavenly Palace's side. "Everyone, those who wish to submit to my Kunlun Immortal Realm, come over."

As soon as he finished speaking, more than a dozen people walked out from their side. The leader was none other than He Qingzhi, the Master of Tianjian Mountain Villa, and with the people behind him, they instantly took away almost half the strength of the various Sects.

Lin Zhentian and the others' expressions changed drastically. No one had expected this outcome, that so many people would betray them.

Even a Buddhist Great Master like Great Master Zhishan couldn't help but show a face full of anger. "Amitabha, how could you be like this?"

"Great Master, do you still not understand now?"

He Qingzhi showed no hint of guilt, instead saying cheerfully, "Now, the Kunlun Immortal Realm is powerful. If we resist, we will only die. Isn't it better to live? Why seek death?

Moreover, the Kunlun Immortal Realm offers generous treatment. As long as we are willing to submit, we can immediately return to the Kunlun Immortal Realm with them. The Spiritual Qi there is dense, which is more suitable for us to Cultivate.

How about it, Great Master? If you are also willing to submit, I can act as an intermediary for you."

"Amitabha, Master He, you have disappointed this old monk greatly."

Great Master Zhishan was a Buddhist Great Master and did not say much more, but Lin Zhentian was furious.

"Do you people have no shame left? Have you forgotten what you said before? Have you forgotten the common people of the world?"

He Qingzhi shook his head in disdain. "What do the lives and deaths of those ants have to do with me?"

"That's right. People strive for higher places, and water flows to lower places. Why should we Cultivators fight to the death for those ants?"

Xie Lingyun looked smug. Then, his gaze turned to the Dragon King Palace's side. "Everyone present, I don't know which faction you belong to, but as long as you are willing to submit to my Kunlun Immortal Realm, my Wuji Sect is willing to accept you.

At that time, you will have endless Spiritual Qi and countless Cultivation resources, and your Cultivation will naturally advance further, achieving far more than what is possible now."

As the Ninth Elder of the Wuji Sect, he had a keen eye and immediately saw that these people from the Dragon King Palace had great potential.

Being so young yet already reaching the Peak of Martial Saint, such individuals were rare talents in any Sect.

In his opinion, since even renowned Sects like Tianjian Mountain Villa and Lingxiao Mountain had submitted to the Kunlun Immortal Realm, these young men before him would surely defect immediately with just a wave of his hand.

But the result was disappointing; no one from the Dragon King Palace responded.

Xie Lingyun was slightly stunned. He had never expected such a result.

"Everyone, did you not hear what this old man said? As long as you are willing to submit, you will all be Core Disciples of my Wuji Sect in the future."

"Alright, hurry up and shut up," Dongfang Huizhong said with a look of disdain. "You Old thing are so ugly, who would want to be with you? Just looking at you is annoying."

After she finished speaking, the Dragon King Palace members burst into laughter.

"I've given you a chance. Since you're seeking death yourselves, then don't blame anyone else."

Xie Lingyun was immediately enraged and looked at the crowd before him. "In that case, let's begin.

In today's battle, each side will send one person, and we will fight until one side has no one left. It will be a fight to the death! Who among you will come up first to die?"

On the Heavenly Palace's side, everyone looked at each other, their hearts incredibly heavy as the strength gap between the two sides grew wider and wider.

"I'll go!"

Ye Bufan said, about to step forward, but was pulled back by a large hand. It was Great Master Zhishan.

"If I don't enter Hell, who will? This old monk will go first!"

As he spoke, Great Master Zhishan took a step forward, directly appearing in mid-air. "Come, who will fight this old monk?"

Xie Lingyun looked at the people behind him. "Everyone, who will go teach this old monk a lesson?"

"I will!"

As he spoke, a Middle-aged Man from the Wang family stepped out, also a Peak Imperial Realm expert.

Wang Qi waved his hand. "Go, be careful."

"They're just ants from the Secular World. I can usually kill ten of these people."

The Middle-aged Man didn't care at all, taking a step forward to stand before Great Master Zhishan.

"Old monk, the one who killed you is Wang Tie of the Wang family. Just go tell the King of Hell!"

Wang Tie was extremely arrogant, laughing wildly, then a large True Qi hand slapped towards Great Master Zhishan.

This large hand, like the Buddha's Palm in movies, descended from the sky, carrying a monstrous Aura that made everyone around them gasp for breath, let alone Great Master Zhishan, who was directly in its path.

"Amitabha!"

Great Master Zhishan roared, also meeting it with a palm strike.

Unfortunately, he was only at the Late Stage Imperial Realm, and in terms of strength, he was still one Rank below Wang Tie. When the two True Qi hands collided, his shattered with a boom.

Wang Tie's True Qi hand, its momentum undiminished, slammed down fiercely.

"Great Master!"

Seeing this scene, Ye Bufan wanted to go rescue him, but it was already too late.

With a bang, Great Master Zhishan was slapped into a mist of blood by that True Qi hand, leaving no corpse behind.

Everyone present was filled with horror, shocked by the scene before them. No one had expected a Peak Imperial Realm expert to be so powerful that even Great Master Zhishan couldn't withstand a single move from the opponent.

Moreover, this Wang Tie was clearly not their strongest fighter; people like Xie Lingyun, Wang Qi, and Huang Bokai had not yet made a move.

"Indeed, just ants, unable to withstand a single blow."

Wang Tie clapped his hands disdainfully, his gaze sweeping towards the Heavenly Palace's side. "Who's next to die?"

"I will!"

With an angry roar, a sword light streaked across the sky, slashing fiercely towards Wang Tie. It was none other than Song Yuanwu, the Sect Leader of Wudang.

He usually had the best personal relationship with Great Master Zhishan, and seeing his good friend fall, he immediately rushed up to avenge him.

"Seeking death!"

Wang Tie's face was full of disdain, and he slapped out another palm, sending another massive True Qi hand towards Song Yuanwu.