Slaughtering the Gods

If he retreated now, he would not have any resources. Even though the Shangqing Clasping Essence Technique he cultivated was an inherited technique of the Shangqing Dao Sect, it was powerful and top-grade Earth Rank. There were not many other martial techniques, not even one-tenth of it. With this, it was impossible to restore his former glory.

Looking at the people around him, including him, there were less than 20 disciples in the Yi Qi Sect. These people were loyal to the Pure Dao Sect.

They were dispirited and dejected, and their eyes were filled with despair. It seemed that they did not have any hope of obtaining the Heavenly Spirit Pill. They could not continue like this, or there would be no hope at all.

" Stop!" Wu Yuanji stopped in his tracks and cheered them on. He wanted to use his words to stimulate everyone's fighting spirit before continuing his search." Stop!" he said in a deep voice.

"Why did you stop, Sect Master?" A disciple asked in confusion.