Chapter 940: Chapter 940

In this situation, Cinian, who was already severely injured, staggered to his feet. The Eleven Shans called out to their master one after another. They supported Cinian, only to find that he actually wanted to kneel down!

"Master! You mustn’t!" Shandu shouted.

"Let go," Cinian’s voice was weak, like an extremely aged tree that could fall with just a push. He knew he couldn’t last through these next few minutes. Although he had gold beneath his knees, he couldn’t let his own mistakes cause them to lose their lives here.

Shandu understood Cinian’s thoughts the best and said, "Master, if you have to endure such humiliation, I’d rather die!"

"That’s correct! We’d rather die!"

"We can fight him, and we might not necessarily lose!" They all shouted. From beginning to end, they refused to let go, not allowing Cinian to beg Shanxun.

Bai Hao’s eyes turned red, and he choked out, "Cinian, you... you’ve been kind-hearted all your life and should have had a good ending..." Yet it was ruined by the hands of the despicable Shanxun!

Shanxun still looked at Cinian with an icy coldness and said magnanimously, "Master, don’t kneel, and don’t beg me. I am the Second Protector Ni Zhan, a protector under the Asura King. I am about to die, and I will not spare any of you."

Tonight, Jialan Celestial Mountain would not leave a single living soul. He had to pave the way for Shang Jue and eliminate obstacles. This was the only thing he could do.

Cinian’s face froze. He didn’t expect that after teaching his apprentice for so long, not a bit of sentiment would be remembered. Overwhelmed with anger, he swayed and fell, completely fainting.

Everyone’s faces were filled with sorrow because they knew that Siheng and Nanli didn’t know when they would return, and they were doomed tonight. What was even more hateful was that Shanxun was making hand seals. He was actually using the Six-Word Mantra Technique! For Cinian and Shandu, this was an immense humiliation!

Yun Yubai stood up and moved forward to stop him: "Stop! Shanxun, I’ll go with you! I’ll go with you, is that okay?" As long as they could be spared.

Shanxun glanced at him and said, "Young master, it’s too late."

Yun Yubai’s face turned pale: "How could it be too late?"

Shanxun’s gaze shifted, and he withdrew his hand. Red veins already covered his cheeks. He was extremely frightened.

Yun Yubai thought he had agreed to his request, but before everyone could catch their breath, Shanxun pulled out a sword. He said, "I will use the Yunxiao Sect’s Cloud Soaring Sword Technique to kill all of them. Young master, then you will have no other way out."

Yun Yubai’s body trembled, "You... you’re really mad."

"Young master, if you had been willing to go with me obediently from the beginning, things wouldn’t have turned out ," Shanxun said. "All of this is your fault. I’m dying, and my soul is about to disperse. I must kill them."

The sword gleamed with a cold light, reflecting the faces of the fellow disciples. Shanxun thought of the hundreds of years they had spent cultivating together, and a warmth still swept through his heart. His hand was trembling. At this moment, he was still a bit hesitant and struggling.

But thinking of his identity and his mission, he finally steeled his resolve. His hand stopped trembling.

"Master, senior brother, you go ahead!" As soon as he spoke, Shanxun swung his sword.

Yun Yubai’s face was resolute, and he leaped forward to protect with his body. Shanxun had anticipated this and used a Buddhist seal to blast Yun Yubai away. However, Chu Yang quickly followed up. He used a Teleportation Talisman and directly appeared behind Shanxun to launch a surprise attack. Crimson Nine Lands also understood that it was now or never, so he exerted all his strength, and firelight scattered in all directions. He aimed to pierce through Shanxun’s heart meridian in one strike!

Unexpectedly, the staff in Shanxun’s possession flew out and blocked the strike from Crimson Nine Lands. The staff shattered upon impact. But this was of no consequence to Shanxun. He turned and slashed a sword, forcing Chu Yang to retreat and dodge. Then he took out the golden bowl and said:

"Huoyun Celestial Sovereign, we have crossed paths before. I didn’t expect that we would have this opportunity to face off again tonight!"

"But unfortunately, with your current cultivation, you are no match for my golden bowl!"

He chanted a Buddhist spell. Chu Yang immediately felt an excruciating headache, as if his soul was shattering within his body. In a moment of dizziness, he saw his soul being pulled out of his body. In a panic, he tried to steady his mind and return to his body. However, the golden bowl gleamed with a golden light, like a giant vortex sucking him in, and he couldn’t escape!

"Master Chu Yang!" Shandu, as the eldest disciple, couldn’t move, but he quickly urged his fellow disciples to chant the spell together. The Buddhist spell, without the support of spiritual power, had very little effect and was quickly swallowed by the golden bowl’s radiance.

Crimson Nine Lands flew over to protect his master, but the golden bowl also affected the Ware Elf and sucked him in as well. Master... I couldn’t die with you before, but now I finally can, right?

Before Crimson Nine Lands could finish his lament, a golden light crashed down from the sky. The symbols of the Five Elements and the Bagua appeared and encircled! They struck directly at Shanxun! Shanxun’s hand trembled, and the golden bowl quivered. The symbols attacked in a series! Shanxun’s eyes flickered with surprise, and he immediately realized that Nanli had returned. The golden bowl had developed cracks! Then, with a loud bang, it shattered into pieces!

Chu Yang’s soul, no longer under suction, instinctively floated back into his body. Shanxun was not willing to let this opportunity pass, and he made a seal to try to shatter Chu Yang’s soul with a palm strike. But as soon as he took a step, a gale wind arose. A powerful force descended from the sky and directly knocked Shanxun away. Dust was kicked up. He covered his chest, got up from the ground, and before he could see who it was, he was struck by another burst of spiritual power. All his bones were shattered by that burst of spiritual power. Shanxun spat out a large mouthful of blood and knelt on the ground in a strange posture, completely defenseless.

Someone shouted first, "Venerable Master! Nanli!" Shanxun was puzzled. How could it be them? The power just now contained divine energy, which was recognized by the heavenly path as an immortal. How could it be them?

However, the voices continued. Shanxun finally looked up. He saw the two people in front of him, a handsome man and a beautiful woman, a perfect match... Their auras had changed greatly. He could sense that both of them had broken through their cultivation levels!

Nanli was understandable, after all, she had gone to find the Glassy Bottle. But Siheng? Why had he returned to the Celestial Sovereign realm and had a divine mark?! He was full of shock and muttered, "No... it’s impossible! How could you have a divine mark? How could you have a divine mark?! You were clearly..."

Siheng did not let him finish his sentence. He raised his hand, made a seal, and silenced Shanxun. Shanxun could only stare in disbelief. On the other side, Nanli also made a seal to return Chu Yang’s soul to his body. Of course, she didn’t forget about Crimson Nine Lands, the Ware Elf. The two narrowly escaped death and were both gasping for breath. After Chu Yang’s soul stabilized, his memories and physical functions returned to normal.

He looked at Nanli, feeling both excited and guilty: "Sixth sister, you’re back? You saved me again? I... I seem to have messed up..."