Chapter 130: Line Up and Kneel Down

The disciples' faces were a picture of confusion. Today's events were probably the biggest shake-up in the Sect for the past decade.

In one fell swoop, the traitors who had been hiding within the Sect for many years were purged. Almost every disciple who had had dealings with evil cultivators was instantaneously slain by Ou Yezi's clone.

In an instant, hundreds of disciples disappeared from within the Sect, which for the already small Holy Demon Sect, was indeed a sweeping action.

Among the crowd, Yin Susu and the little Lolita Chu Xiaoxiao's complexions were one of shock.

"Xiaoxiao, your intuition was right. That person was indeed Li Xiaobai!"

"Yeah, my feeling was very accurate. It really was the big shot, and he has even become the Peak Master of our Holy Demon Sect. When he comes back, I'm going to Misty Peak to cling to his coattails!"

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Outside the gate of Immortal Feather Sect, Li Xiaobai and the others were gaping in astonishment at the scene before them, unable to believe their eyes.

In almost an instant, their view blurred, and they were transported by Ou Yezi from Holy Demon Sect to the front of the Immortal Feather Sect's gates. This speed was terrifying and far faster than using a Thousand Mile Transmission Talisman.

The gap between them and this Transcendance Tribulation Stage cultivator was so vast, it was like a chasm had opened up between them.

"How do you plan to handle this, will you drive the evil cultivators away, or do you intend to wipe them out?" Ou Yezi asked.

"Naturally, we'll kill them all. For daring to touch Immortal Feather Sect, these people must die!" Su Yunbing said with murderous intensity.

"Let's enter the gate first and assess the situation. Capture the leader first if we want to catch the followers. Don't let the big fish get away."

Ye Wushuang was sensing the situation inside the Sect and frowned slightly. Indeed, there were quite a few more people in the Sect causing trouble.

"What are we waiting for then? Hurry up and have the Sect Leader big shot take action, wipe out all these unlucky fools!"

Liu Jinshui spoke nonchalantly, with a big shot like that in charge, there was no need for them to fight to the death.

"Then let's go in, it's about time to clean up some of the traitors in our Sect as well."

Ou Yezi stepped forward and headed straight for the gate. Since the evil cultivators were all gathered together, today he would offer a one-stop service, taking all of them away in one swoop.

He would let the evil cultivators of the Northern Region know how severe the consequences of trying to undermine the Holy Demon Sect could be.

"Hold it, who are you?" A person looking like a disciple immediately stepped forward to stop them.

This person was not a disciple of Immortal Feather Sect. Li Xiaobai stepped forward, "I am Li Xiaobai."

"You are Li Xiaobai!"

"Go in, the senior members have been waiting for you."

The disciple-like person's eyes lit up, the other party had really come. It seemed that capturing this Sect was the right move.

Inside the gate, the atmosphere was somewhat gloomy and oppressive, and one could occasionally hear the screams of disciples and the crying of female disciples. Clearly, the evil cultivators had not been behaving, and many disciples of the Sect had already fallen victim to them.

The fields where spiritual medicine was grown were also in disarray, and the once bustling streets were now empty, looking very desolate.

Feng Wuxie's face was contorted in rage. In his view, this place was his future foundation, and it had been defiled, something he absolutely could not tolerate.

"Damn creatures, I'll slaughter them!"

A Golden Mace shone in his hand as he prepared to charge forward.

"Brother Feng, stay your hand for a moment, your junior brother has a way to get the Sect's cultivators to come out on their own," Li Xiaobai said, his eyes flashing with cold light as he raised his hand to stop Feng Wuxie's movement.

Although they had Ou Yezi with them, this was ultimately their own Sect, and only by taking matters into their own hands could they truly feel satisfied.

"Junior brother, leave some for your senior brother and sisters, don't finish them all at once," Ye Wushuang said with a dark glint in his eyes.

"Don't worry."

With a flick of his wrist, a very ordinary longsword appeared in his hand.

Li Xiaobai slowly drew the longsword, raised it high above his head, and then fiercely slashed downward.

Hundred Percent Barehanded Blade Catch!

The release area, the entire Immortal Feather Sect!

It was just an instant; the ground trembled slightly, but nothing in front of their eyes changed. The imagined sight of the sword Qi splitting mountains and cleaving stones did not occur.

The crowd was somewhat puzzled, "Little junior brother, what are you doing in such a serious moment?"

"Don't rush, let the Sword Qi fly for a while."

Li Xiaobai remained completely composed, maintaining the downward slashing posture. Soon, the trembling of the ground grew more intense, and a cloud of dust billowed in the distance as if a large number of cultivators were rushing over.

All around, countless figures were also hurriedly flying towards the location, some were Disciples of the Immortal Feather Sect, while others were evil cultivators.

"Good timing!"

Su Yunbing's eyes flashed brilliantly as a Sky-Rending Great Hammer suddenly appeared in her hands, ready to sweep away all the evil cultivators invading their sect.

"How dare you violate my sect, none of you shall live today!"

"Take them down!"

The rest reacted similarly, revealing their Life-bound Spiritual Treasures, ready to unleash a mass slaughter. But their movements abruptly halted.

It was not just their actions that stopped; even their breathing seemed to cease abruptly because they clearly saw that the cultivators running towards them all suddenly knelt down on both knees a meter or two away from Li Xiaobai, smoothly sliding into a position of worship at his feet.

Afterward, they raised their hands high above their heads, and with palms pressed together, they steadily caught the blade of Li Xiaobai's sword.

The cultivators flying in from behind, due to the distance, also raised their hands high after kneeling, as if in deep worship.

Even more absurd was the fact that among these rushing cultivators, some were disheveled, especially the female cultivators of the Immortal Feather Sect, with some having tear-streaked faces and torn clothes, reduced to shreds. And yet, they too knelt down, paying their respects to Li Xiaobai.

"Holy shit, little junior brother, you've got quite a move there!"

Liu Jinshui was dumbfounded.

"What kind of technique is this?"

The others were equally shocked, their jaws dropping and eyes wide.

"With a single slash of his sword, all the people come to pay homage. Li Xiaobai, you are truly a prodigy bestowed by heaven!"

Ou Yezi was also astonished. Legends said that the ancient Sword God once slashed with his sword, dividing mountains and seas, and for hundreds of years afterward, the later generations worshiped in memory of the Sword God's divine might. Today, this young Disciple has managed to accomplish this feat, showing the depth of his comprehension of the Sword Dao.

Truly a masterly display!

It wasn't just them who were shocked; the cultivators who had been magically compelled to kneel were equally bewildered.

What's going on? They were in the middle of their pursuits, pants down, right at the final step, when suddenly their bodies uncontrollably ran forward, with a strong impulse in their hearts to kneel and catch that sword.

And after kneeling, they found themselves immobilized, completely unable to move. This was quite embarrassing.

"What's happening? Why do I have this strong urge to catch that sword?"

"Me too, who is that person?"

"Damn it, I was about to get down to business with a pretty girl, almost there, pants not even pulled up, and I got dragged over here!"

"Take a good look, it's not just us, even the big shots have knelt down!"

The distance between the people varied; those who were closest were summoned first and knelt down directly.

The cultivators with status lived deeper within the mountains, and they too continuously flew over, landing on the ground, kneeling in front of the crowd with hands raised above their heads, starting to worship.