Chapter 2289: Despair, Xingluo Pavilion is Finished

Inside Xingluo Pavilion.

"Leave… Xiao Li, come with me, I will send you away first!" the Xingluo Pavilion Master said in a heavy voice, looking at Xiao Li, intending to send him off first.

"I…"

Xiao Li's expression was grim; he did not want to leave, he wanted to go out and fight!

"Say no more, let's go. This was the First Ancestor's previous command. Xingluo Pavilion can perish, but you must live. Do you understand?" the Xingluo Pavilion Master said solemnly.

"Yes!"

Xiao Li nodded, his face ashen.

The Xingluo Pavilion Master let out a breath and ordered the Elders to go out and notify all Disciples to assemble; after sending Xiao Li away, he would send them off as well.

These major powers had their own methods. There was a special teleportation array within Xingluo Pavilion; even if the Clan Protection Array was activated, they could still send Disciples to other safe locations!

This kind of teleportation array was built precisely for such a situation, out of fear that one day Xingluo Pavilion would face a life-or-death crisis, thus preserving a spark of hope!

Xiao Li was unwilling, but he still followed the Xingluo Pavilion Master.

The Xingluo Pavilion Master and the Xingluo Pavilion Elders also felt immense pain in their hearts!

They had been in Xingluo Pavilion for countless years and felt a greater sense of belonging than the Disciples, treating Xingluo Pavilion as their own home.

But now that Xingluo Pavilion was about to be destroyed, the sorrow in their hearts was beyond words!

With a dark expression, Xiao Li arrived before a teleportation array…

The Xingluo Pavilion Master prepared to activate it to send Xiao Li to a safe place, all while repeatedly urging him that if his strength was insufficient, he must never show himself to seek revenge; he must endure, let himself settle, and silently increase his strength…

"Xiao Li, the future of Xingluo Pavilion depends on you…"

"Master… I…"

…

Outside.

Countless millions of miles away from the battle at Xingluo Pavilion.

"What a pity… Xingluo Pavilion has existed for so many years, and now it is to become history?" an Old Antique at the Peak of the Ninth Stage of the Wanwu Realm murmured.

This person had a very high seniority and usually never showed his face. He had no Daoist lineage or power of his own, existing like an idle cloud or a wild crane.

Hearing that Xingluo Pavilion was facing an imminent disaster, he had come here to take a look.

"Xingluo Pavilion… Sigh, it is a pity. The strength of these Four Great God Clans is truly formidable," another Old Antique murmured. His aura was equally astonishing, but it was no longer within the scope of the Wanwu Realm, having reached an even higher level.

"Xingluo Pavilion… Once this power is wiped out, I wonder which power will be the next unlucky one."

"Who knows… But those people from the Witch God Clan and Dragon Palace Hall are truly fools. By joining the God Race to attack Xingluo Pavilion, aren't they afraid of internal strife breaking out here, giving the God Race a chance to unify everything?" an old woman spoke slowly, her expression grave.

"It's probably because that little fellow named Xiao Fan was acting up too joyfully, so they got provoked," an Old Antique said with a bitter smile.

They naturally knew all about Xiao Fan; that fellow's talent was so strong that even they were shocked.

"Hehehe… Xiao Fan is not bad. I even wanted to take him as a Disciple, but unfortunately, I could never find him," an Old Antique murmured, possessing the strength of the Ninth Stage of the Wanwu Realm.

"Find him? Hehehe… Do you think he would acknowledge you as his Master?" someone sneered.

"Why wouldn't he? I am so strong!" the person said indignantly.

"Whether he's willing or not is one thing, but are you sure you can protect him? Just think about it… how many powers has this boy offended by now!" someone said indifferently.

Upon hearing this, the expert who had just mentioned wanting to take Xiao Fan as a Disciple remained silent.

Indeed, Xiao Fan had offended too many powers by now.

So many that just hearing about them made their scalps tingle!

"Sigh… Xingluo Pavilion, who knows when it will reappear after today!" someone lamented.

"Is there no way to turn back the tide?"

"Unless a miracle happens. But in this world, there is only strength… where are there miracles?"

"…"

Everyone was speechless. Indeed, in this world where the strong are respected, where would any miracles come from?

Nearby, besides these Old Antiques, experts from many powers had actually arrived.

Including the Ancestors of Ziwei Pavilion and Ziyun Temple; they were actually there too, just hidden further away and hadn't been sensed…

"In this war, I didn't expect the God Race to be so crazy, regardless of the cost…" the Ancestor of Ziwei Pavilion murmured.

"Yes, Xingluo Pavilion is finished. Amitabha," the Ancestor of Ziyun Temple murmured.

"If we send people over to help, the God Race will likely settle accounts with us afterward."

"If they settle accounts, so be it… this help must be given!"

"Sigh… it's truly difficult."

"…"

The two old fellows' expressions were extremely ugly. If possible, they also wanted to stop this battle.

It was just a pity that their strength was simply not enough.