Chapter 4277: Melee

Ye Bufan and his Disciple remained safe throughout their journey, but Tianwu Sect encountered an unexpected situation.

Not long after entering the seventh level of the Chaotic Saint Realm, while passing through a narrow valley, dozens of Black-Clothed Men suddenly rushed out from all directions, their Faces covered with black scarves, completely surrounding them.

In terms of numbers, these Black-Clothed Men were far fewer than those from Tianwu Sect, but their strength was not inferior in the slightest.

The seven or eight individuals leading them had powerful Auras, clearly all Yuansheng Stage experts.

Especially the two white-haired old men at the forefront, they were no weaker than Great Deacon Cangwu and the Sect Master of Tianwu Sect, having already reached the Yuansheng Stage fourth-grade.

The remaining twenty to thirty individuals were slightly weaker, but they were all Yuandi Stage experts.

Although Tianwu Sect had a large number of people, most of them were Disciples participating in the Saint Spirit Convention, and in front of these experts, they were no different from infants, completely lacking any combat power.

It was precisely because of this that the atmosphere instantly became tense after the Black-Clothed Men appeared.

The people of Tianwu Sect secretly rejoiced, thinking that their previous decision to travel with the Great Deacon of Myriad Manifestation Heavenly Palace was correct.

Cangwu's expression sank, and he took a step forward, still full of confidence facing the many Black-Clothed Men before him.

"I am Cangwu, the Great Deacon of Myriad Manifestation Heavenly Palace. Who are you?"

The white-haired old man at the forefront spoke in a hoarse voice: "Great Deacon, we do not wish to be enemies with Myriad Manifestation Heavenly Palace, but Ye Junxie must die."

"Ridiculous! Do you put this old man in your eyes? Do you put Myriad Manifestation Heavenly Palace in your eyes?

All of Tianwu Sect's members are Disciples participating in the Saint Spirit Convention, including Ye Junxie. You cannot touch any of them."

The white-haired old man sneered: "If it were peacetime, we would certainly give Myriad Manifestation Heavenly Palace Face, but under no circumstances can the Reincarnation of the Immortal Saint Ancestor live.

So he must die today, even if the King of Heaven himself tries to stop us.

Everyone else can leave, and we guarantee no harm will come to them, but Ye Junxie must stay!"

As soon as he spoke, everyone in Tianwu Sect grew tense.

Especially Evil Lord of Myriad Beasts, his heart was filled with both anger and frustration. When did he become the Reincarnation of the Immortal Saint Ancestor? This was completely taking the blame!

But there was no other way; this secret could not be revealed, so he could only hope that Myriad Manifestation Heavenly Palace would not yield.

In fact, his worry was unnecessary. For the sake of the Sect's Face, Cangwu would not back down; instead, he became furious.

Currently, Myriad Manifestation Heavenly Palace is the number one Sect in the world, and no one dares to offend its prestige wherever it goes. Yet, these people in front of him actually disregarded him.

"Today, with this old man here, I'd like to see who among you dares to make a move!"

"Great Deacon, since you insist on seeking death, then don't blame us!"

After the white-haired old man finished speaking, he waved his hand, and the dozens of people who had long been ready for battle swarmed forward.

He himself drew a golden long saber and slashed it towards Great Deacon Cangwu.

The other Black-Clothed Man beside him drew a black long whip and coiled it towards Dong Xuan, the Sect Master of Tianwu Sect.

It was clear that these people had already made preparations. The two of them, being the strongest, entangled Cangwu and Dong Xuan.

All four of them were at the fourth-grade Yuansheng Stage cultivation, with similar strength, and for a time, they fought evenly matched, locked in an inextricable battle.

However, compared to them, the other members of Tianwu Sect fared miserably. The remaining five Elders, including Dong Kun and Dong Yi, were also Yuansheng Stage experts, but they were surrounded by six or seven of the opponents' Yuansheng Stage experts, fighting outnumbered and completely at a disadvantage.

Dong Fang did not participate in the battle; he controlled the Pearl Umbrella, a chaotic spiritual treasure in his hand, guarding Ye Junxie.

The core of the dispute between the two sides was this so-called Reincarnation of the Immortal Saint Ancestor. If he died, all of Tianwu Sect's efforts would be in vain, and they would completely declare failure.

While the high-level personnel could barely hold on, the Disciples below were in a dire situation.

Although those selected were all Geniuses within the Sect, their cultivation was limited, and their growth still required time. Facing Yuandi Stage experts, each of them had no power to retaliate.

Tianwu Sect also had some Yuandi Stage Disciples accompanying them, but their numbers were far fewer in comparison, and they could only parry without the ability to counter-attack. They couldn't even protect themselves, let alone those Disciples.

A fierce battle ensued, incredibly tragic, with people falling on the spot from time to time.

On a nearby hilltop, a figure stood quietly watching; it was Ye Bufan's Dao Body.

Originally, he had only acted on a whim, following behind to see if anything would happen, if he could gain some advantage, but he never expected to stumble upon such a major battle.

Regarding Evil Lord of Myriad Beasts, his inner feelings were still very complex. Emotionally, he wished the other party would die here immediately so he could retrieve his Clone, but reality simply did not allow it.

If Ye Junxie died, the legend of the Immortal Saint Ancestor's Reincarnation would be shattered. Could those hidden in the shadows believe it? Could a truly reincarnated Saint Ancestor die so easily?

Once those people became suspicious, they would likely soon suspect him. If observed closely, there were still many suspicious points.

For example, his appearance was too coincidental, and his growth speed was too Heaven-Defying. Even if those people couldn't be completely certain, even a hint of suspicion would lead them to rather kill by mistake than let go, and they could easily crush him.

His strength was still too weak. Before he became strong enough, he still needed this meat shield to stand in front.

After the arena battle, he had also considered whether he could replace Evil Lord of Myrad Beasts with his Clone, but the answer was no.

A Dao Body created by One Qi Transforming into Three Pure Ones would likely not be able to deceive the Sky Gazing Mirror; its true nature would be seen at a glance.

The Clone technique that Yuan Yao Fairy had taught him earlier, however, had flesh, blood, and a Primordial Spirit, and was not afraid of the Sky Gazing Mirror's scrutiny, but its strength was much weaker.

The most crucial point was that he possessed the Chaotic Body, and the Clone he created could not achieve a Spotless Spiritual Root; this was the biggest flaw.

As for eliminating Evil Lord of Myriad Beasts and controlling his Physical Body with his Divine Sense, that was even less feasible. In front of those old monsters, his Mental Energy simply couldn't penetrate, and he would be exposed immediately.

After much thought, there was simply no alternative method. The best outcome was still for Evil Lord of Myriad Beasts to continue being his shield.

However, the people who came this time were too strong, and with his cultivation, he couldn't turn the tide of the battle.

"Forget it, I'll go and help a little; man proposes, God disposes. At least I can gain some benefits by going."

Thinking of this, he also took out a set of black clothes, wrapped himself tightly, and silently descended the mountain, blending into the crowd of Black-Clothed Men.

The mountain base was already a chaotic battle, and these Black-Clothed Men came from different factions, unfamiliar with each other. Some had already died on the spot, so one more or one less would not be noticed at all.

"Kill!"

Ye Bufan's Aura was fierce, making a grand display, but he wasn't putting in full effort. His goal was to help Tianwu Sect, at least to some extent.

Of course, everything had to be done secretly; he absolutely could not expose himself.

A Black-Clothed Man, a seventh-grade Yuandi Stage expert, was locked in a fierce battle with a Yuandi Stage expert from Tianwu Sect. Just as he was about to dodge a sword strike coming his way, a sharp pain suddenly shot through his mind.

His body stiffened slightly. Although the time was very brief, it was enough to be fatal, and he was directly cut down on the spot by a sword.