C1434 Surrounding
C1434 Surrounding
After resolving the issue with the Sect Master's lineage, the remaining factions still made up a significant portion of the sect. From the lower-level servants to the middle-level geniuses and the top-level Emperor Level Martial Cultivators, there was no shortage of talent.
Without hesitation, Wei Zhengzhen channeled his Emperor Level Pill Essence and bellowed, his voice thundering across the landscape: "As of today, Sun Yan's lineage is doomed to perish! All other martial cultivators need only stand aside and observe; they will be spared."
With his peak Emperor Level cultivation, Wei Zhengzhen's voice resonated throughout the entire East Saint Sect. Many martial cultivators, previously enraged and poised to act, found themselves compelled to restrain their impulses.
Simultaneously, Wei Zhengzhen wasted no time. He launched himself toward Sun Yan, who was suspended in midair. "Wei Zhengzhen, you will pay with your life!" Sun Yan, humiliated and enraged, bellowed in response. "The sect faces destruction today because of you. When the time comes, I wonder how you'll face our ancestors underground!"
Sun Yan was visibly agitated, his shouts filled with desperation. "Death is like the extinguishing of a lamp; we'll discuss this when the time comes," Wei Zhengzhen replied, unfazed by Sun Yan's tirades. As long as Lin Xuan's orders remained unchanged, Sun Yan's fate was sealed. There was no point in getting worked up over a man marked for death.
"The sect will not fall while I stand guard, but today, Sun Yan, your end is certain!" Wei Zhengzhen said with a cold laugh. His peak Emperor Level presence burst forth unrestrained. He mobilized his Pill Essence and the profound insights of his martial arts.
Facing his former comrade and long-standing rival, Wei Zhengzhen showed no signs of underestimation. Despite Sun Yan's severe injuries from the breach in the sect's protective formation, Wei Zhengzhen held nothing back, demonstrating the full extent of his power.
"Origin Silver Demon Sealing Palm!" he exclaimed. A silvery-white palm imprint materialized, surging forward with immense force.
The attack swept toward Sun Yan, inflating rapidly like a breath of air. In a blink, it swelled to a colossal size, hundreds of meters across, its form solidifying into something tangible. Its power surged, as if the heavens themselves were collapsing, pressing down with crushing force.
Sun Yan, with no time for insults, channeled his martial arts and launched a punch in retaliation. His strike was formidable, but when the two forces collided, a thunderous explosion echoed, and shockwaves scattered in every direction. Wei Zhengzhen stood firm, while Sun Yan was sent reeling back hundreds of meters.
"Hahaha..." Wei Zhengzhen's laughter boomed. It was the first time he had clashed directly with Sun Yan and gained the upper hand, thanks to Sun Yan's injuries. Unfair as it might be, fairness held no weight in this battle for survival.
"Sun Yan, I never imagined you'd be this feeble. Now, die!" Wei Zhengzhen launched another attack, seizing the moment of weakness with no mercy. He unleashed another full-powered palm strike, bearing down on Sun Yan.
With comparable cultivation levels and Sun Yan's injuries, evasion was not an option. Attempting to rip through space and flee would be a death sentence. Sun Yan had no choice but to steel himself and face the onslaught.
As he threw another punch, a new, formidable attack emerged at his side. A blade light, emanating from another peak Emperor Level cultivator, the Elemental Spirit, cut through the air. Sun Yan's face twisted with bitterness and defiance, a stark reminder that Lin Xuan wasn't his only concern. Lin Xuan, a fearsome force exceeding Emperor Level, had brought with him a host of peak Emperor Level Martial Cultivators and over twenty late-period Emperor Levels.
Without the East Saint Sect's protective formation, these warriors alone could obliterate the sect, even without Lin Xuan lifting a finger. Clearly intent on swiftly executing Lin Xuan's orders, none of the others hesitated to join the fray. And so, the most prominent among them, Sun Yan, found himself besieged by a multitude of peak Emperor Level adversaries.
Simultaneously, another palm print, black as ink, and a crescent moon-like slash of cold light struck. Both were peak Emperor Level assaults. To his dismay, Sun Yan was now facing two more adversaries of equal standing. To be able to stand against four peers at the peak of the Emperor Level was an extraordinary feat that, if known, would be a tale of great honor. Yet, Sun Yan felt no joy, only a profound sense of bitterness. He was certain of his impending doom.
The terror of Lin Xuan was palpable once more as he managed to command several peers as though they were mere underlings. This hardly seemed like the pinnacle of Emperor Level power on the continent. Overwhelmed by the simultaneous attacks of four equals, Sun Yan had no choice but to draw his most powerful High-grade Spirit Artifact shield and muster all his strength to defend.
The relentless barrage of punches, blade flashes, and the cold light of the crescent moon hammered down on the Emperor Level shield. Sun Yan, nearly the strongest Emperor Level Martial Cultivator on the Dongyuan Continent, was already injured and now faced an onslaught from four powerful opponents. Resistance seemed futile.
He was sent reeling backward, battered and beaten. His Emperor Level shield had absorbed most of the impact, yet a significant amount of force had penetrated through, weakening his aura and causing him to cough up blood incessantly. His condition deteriorated rapidly, edging him closer to severe injury. In this weakened state, Sun Yan's fighting capabilities were severely compromised, making it nearly impossible for him to contend with even one opponent of the same level.
Despite his dire situation, the four peak Emperor Level assailants—Wei Zhengzhen, Cang Shuiyue, Elemental Spirit Son, and Martial Puppet—showed no mercy and maintained their relentless assault. The four had never managed to eliminate a peer since reaching the peak of the Emperor Level, not even during their advantageous battle against the Devil Cloud Sect. Lin Xuan's blood-colored pet beast had taken care of the other peak Emperor Levels.
This time, they had a chance.
A flicker of excitement stirred within them.
Sun Yan, who had always overshadowed them, was now vulnerable, and they were eager to kick him while he was down.
After all, this was the East Saint Sect's headquarters. They could wreak havoc without worrying about any repercussions, throwing themselves into the fray with abandon.
Meanwhile, Sun Yan was left to fend for himself, fighting desperately.
On another front.
Apart from Sun Yan and Wei Zhengzhen, there was another peak Emperor Level cultivator, Zhang YuKong, within the East Saint Sect.
Zhang YuKong belonged to the Sect Master's faction as well.
Yet, his strength left much to be desired.
He didn't hold a candle to Sun Yan, and even Wei Zhengzhen and the Elemental Spirit might outclass him.
On the Dongyuan Continent, he was considered an average Emperor Level Martial Cultivator.
As a result, out of the six peak Emperor Level cultivators, only two were assigned to him.
The remaining four set their sights on Sun Yan, who was still nursing his injuries.
The disparity was clear.
Despite facing only two opponents, Zhang YuKong was overwhelmed and at a severe disadvantage.
Each opponent was a notch above him in strength.
Against their combined might, he stood little chance of holding his ground.