Since the Martial Saint left and Wen Hongsheng woke up, he has been staring blankly at that Life Token in the loft.

The other members of the Martial Saint Pavilion also dared not disturb him and could only let this ruin exist.

Wen Hongsheng gritted his teeth in pain and murmured, "Yao’Er... the ’Martial Saint’ will surely avenge you."

In fact, Wen Hongsheng knew very well that Wen Yao’s death was mostly due to that meeting he was unaware of.

Mu Zhao hoped to achieve something through Wen Yao, and Wen Yao chose to comply.

If traced back to the root, the one who killed Wen Yao was indeed Mu Zhao.

However, at this time, Wen Hongsheng could only deceive himself. As the Pavilion Master of the Martial Saint Pavilion, how could he hate the Martial Saint?

Naturally, he could only hate the perpetrator, which was Chen Kuang.

Amid this inner struggle, Wen Hongsheng even had no heart to comfort the other members of the Martial Saint Pavilion.

Until this moment, he heard a loud clamor from below.

By now, Wen Hongsheng had calmed down, his mood mostly settled, and upon hearing the noise, he immediately frowned.

Just as he was about to get up, he saw a disciple he valued daily rushing up from downstairs, nearly tumbling headfirst to the floor.

Wen Hongsheng frowned:

"Why so flustered? As a disciple of the Martial Saint Pavilion, how can you behave so rashly?"

The disciple swallowed, took two heavy breaths, and said:

"Pavilion, Pavilion Master... war has been declared!"

Wen Hongsheng was momentarily stunned, his expression turning serious immediately, "What declaration of war? Speak clearly!"

The disciple said fearfully, "It’s the Mystic God Daoist Sect, who declared war on us, the Martial Saint Pavilion!"

Wen Hongsheng’s first reaction was absurdity.

How could it be? This defies common sense!

The Mystic God Daoist Sect has always been indifferent to worldly affairs, how could they initiate a war with the Martial Saint Pavilion?

Wen Hongsheng stared at the disciple for a long time, not seeing how the disciple could dare lie about such a thing.

But if it were true, then why would it be so?

The Martial Saint Pavilion and the Mystic God Daoist Sect have always had no grudges, with almost not even a minor friction between them.

After all, the Martial Saint Pavilion, though overbearing in conduct, only targeted their enemies.

The Mystic God Daoist Sect has never been their enemy.

Wen Hongsheng calmly asked, "Could it be accidentally injuring a disciple of the Mystic God Daoist Sect? Apologizing would suffice, why declare war so extravagantly? Such things must not be spoken recklessly."

In Wen Hongsheng’s original expectation, his disciple should wake up, realizing he had misspoken.

But the disciple hesitated, looking at him, having no inclination to acknowledge any mistake.

Wen Hongsheng was immediately displeased:

"Speak directly! What good is dithering!"

The disciple, bracing himself, said:

"Pavilion Master, it wasn’t an accidental injury to any disciple."

"It was the ’Martial Saint’... it is said he dueled with the Earth Spirit Daoist Monarch of Mystic God Daoist Sect, leading to the Monarch’s fall, the Mystic God Daoist Sect bell rang eight times, and the various Daoist Monarchs sought the Sect Leader’s instruction, deciding to wage war against us."

"As of now... the war declaration has already spread."

Wen Hongsheng’s expression froze, after a while, he asked, "Truly?"

The disciple nodded vigorously: "Truly!"

He quickly said, "Pavilion Master, I know you are saddened now, but... please, take charge first, or chaos will ensue in the pavilion!"

Wen Hongsheng steadied his thoughts, took a deep breath:

"You’re right, there’s nothing to panic about."

"The Mystic God Daoist Sect has a Saint, does our Martial Saint Pavilion not? When the ’Martial Saint’ returns, everything will naturally resolve."

Wen Hongsheng seemed to regain his fanatical admiration for Mu Zhao: "If they want to fight, then fight!"

Upon hearing this, the disciple also nodded vigorously, finding the backbone.

Wen Hongsheng adjusted his clothes, soared from the dilapidated loft to the square below.

Below, many disciples had already gathered spontaneously, arguing loudly.

No wonder there was so much noise just now...

Wen Hongsheng contemplated, walking to stand beneath the towering statue of Mu Zhao, seeing everyone quiet down, he took a deep breath, loudly declared:

"I’ve heard everything, the Mystic God Daoist Sect is declaring war, then we face them head-on, our Martial Saint Pavilion has never been afraid..."

He began speaking but hadn’t finished.

Suddenly heard a "crack," like thunder splitting down.

Wen Hongsheng looked up towards the sound.

Only to see the lifelike statue of the "Martial Saint," split with a crack from the middle of the head.

The crack ran from the forehead, across the face from the bridge of the nose, veered right, slanting down the cheek, disappearing behind the neck.

"Crack... Crack..."

Thunder clapped one after another, exploding beside Wen Hongsheng’s ears, causing his entire body to stand on end, trembling uncontrollably.

"Boom!"

The massive thunder almost made Wen Hongsheng’s legs weak and head dizzy.

He looked up with wide eyes, seeing the gigantic face of the statue breaking off, crashing down, nearly blotting out his entire view in darkness.

Wen Hongsheng’s vision dimmed, his last thought was:

"It’s over... the sky has fallen."

...

Outside the battlefield.

Those unable to join this Dao Realm battle were not merely watching nervously from the fringes.

Due to the declaration of war between Mystic God Daoist Sect and Martial Saint Pavilion, the Martial Saint Pavilion Grandmaster immediately turned hostile—or rather had to turn hostile, after exchanging a few blows with Ling Yazi, which prompted other sect Grandmasters to assist.

But with the truth clear, the other Grandmasters sided with the Mystic God Daoist Sect, thus he could only flee in embarrassment.

With the situation unclear, everyone’s attention remained on the Dao Realm battle ahead, or else this Grandmaster from the Martial Saint Pavilion would have had to leave his life behind.