Talisman Sect’s Might
Boom! Boom!
Jiang Xiangdi’s ruthlessness silenced Formation Sect. Their fists shook, and they grounded their teeth, but none of that could save Song Qingyu. Meanwhile, Jiang Xiangdi treated it as entertainment; she wished there were more bolts for her to launch at him. After finishing him, she strutted off with a mocking grin.
Zhuge Xiaosheng rushed in to retrieve Song Qingyu and administered emergency treatment – the transfer of internal energy. Zhuge Xiaosheng discovered that Jiang Xiangdi added her own talisman technique to the lightning bolts, ruining the majority of Song Qingyu’s meridians! Song Qingyu was regarded as one of their best disciples, yet… yet… Zhuge Xiaosheng couldn’t find the words to express his fury.
Mu Yu hurried over and forced a rank five healing pill down Song Qingyu’s throat. Needless to say, Zhuge Xiaosheng’s eyebrow figuratively rose upon seeing the pill from Mu Yu but chose to not pry as Chen Tiandao vouched for the latter. Though Mu Yu’s pill was a big help in stabilising Qing Songyu’s condition, there was no guarantee Song Qingyu could undergo a complete recovery due to the severity of his injuries.
“We continuing or what? Don’t worry, we’ll go easier on you,” a Golden Core Realm Ninth Layer Lesser Heaven Stage Talisman Sect disciple jeered.
Formation Sect’s disciples, livid, fired back on all cylinders.
Ye Hong, a true disciple of Formation Sect, was next. One of his feet was already pointed to the exit after witnessing Jiang Xiangdi’s torture.
“How would you like to die?” The talisman sect disciple summoned a yellow talisman and rotated it slowly as if to wear down Ye Hong.
Ye Hong stopped back and cried, “I-I surrender!”
“You surrender? That’s all you have? Well, whatever. I was going to make you Song Qingyu 2.0. Wise decision, I’ll give you that.” Ye Hong’s opponent walked off condescendingly.
Zhuge Xiaosheng shook his head; however, he understood how Ye Hong felt. Unfortunately, Ye Hong’s surrender paved the way for more Ye Hongs. It seemed that nobody was willing to risk their wellbeing to defend Formation Sect’s dignity anymore.
Ye Hong’s surrender was a heavy blow to Formation Sect’s morale. To jump at the opportunity to smash it into the ground further, Chang Tiancheng declared before the announcement of the fifth match, “We shall forfeit the fifth round. I don’t want to cripple another disciple of yours. It would be a pity if we beat you all into wusses. You can have the fifth match.”
In other words, “You can only win when I say you can.”
Cheng Zhuo, who was Formation Sect’s fifth competitor, was so relieved he didn’t have to fight that he even felt grateful to Chang Tiancheng.
“Feng Mu, you should forfeit, as well,” Lu Deyi anxiously told Mu Yu, expecting Talisman Sect to murder Mu Yu in the coming match.
“If I forfeit, all of our disciples will give up. I am our only hope, am I not?”
There were only four matches left. Mu Chenghong, Ji Wenkai and another lesser Heaven Stage disciple were all spies. Mu Yu was Formation Sect’s only hope of securing a win – besides Luo Feilong’s fixed match.
“I demand you to forfeit as patriarch,” stated Zhuge Xiaosheng, stopping Mu Yu from walking off. If Mu Yu was harmed, nobody would be able to control Formation Palace.
“Let me go,” Mu Chenghong requested, giving Mu Yu a smile void of pretence.
Zhuge Xiaosheng perceived Mu Chenghong’s smile to be riddled with contempt and lies. Nevertheless, he forced himself to smile back and replied, “Be careful.”
“Thank you, Patriarch. I shall give it my all.” As Mu Chenghong passed by Mu Yu, he softly said, “I told you: I will keep the perfect version of Formation Sect in my memory.”
“Yeah? I also said that I’d keep Formation Sect in reality, unblemished.”
Mu Yu’s response erased the stillness in Mu Chenghong’s eyes.
“I am all eyes.”
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