Who let him join the Sword Sect?!-Chapter 521 - 312 Bad Woman_2

More than one person, upon realizing that half of Zhang Ze’s invincibility was thanks to the Ghost Doll, began plotting to claim the Little Earth Immortal for themselves.

In their view, although this person was outrageous, he was not without flaws.

This cultivator named Zhang Ze must be at odds with this doll-like magical artifact in his hand, otherwise why would the doll be cursing so harshly from the beginning till now?

Perhaps, with just a small trick, it could be made to betray its master.

Unfortunately, they were all overthinking it.

Not only did none of them succeed, but two even got bitten hard on the fingers by the Little Earth Immortal while wrestling with Zhang Ze for control.

Then, in a moment of stunned surprise, they were blasted both inside and out by the Palm Thunder Zhang Ze unleashed with his other hand.

However, with Zhang Ze holding the Little Earth Immortal in one hand and the Palm Thunder in the other, though no one could withstand a single bout with him, he had not killed anyone except the assassin up to this point.

All those who fought him were heavily injured.

Those severely wounded but not dead initially mocked Zhang Ze for being too young and soft-hearted. But when they retreated to the back and saw the eyes of their uninjured companions and the barbarian cultivators, they immediately realized.

This kid was vicious to the core!

These severely injured cultivators not only became burdens but also caused many from the Southern Chen side to hesitate.

In such tumultuous times, if one were gravely injured, upon returning, one’s power would quickly be annexed by former friends.

If alive, to watch one’s own estate being nibbled away would be worse than death.

For a moment, the people from Southern Chen were in a quandary; not just those sword cultivators, even the barbarians kept their distance from Zhang Ze.

They even left a gap in the encirclement.

They all prayed for this disaster star to roll far away, with his constantly screaming Ghost Doll.

The scene reached another stalemate.

Although Zhang Ze was here stirring things up, it was clear to the discerning that the success of this hunt depended on the two Nascent Soul cultivators.

As long as the Witch won, everything would be theirs.

Judging by the state of the Celestial Sect Leader, they thought the Witch was guaranteed a win.

The old Witch from Southern Chen thought the same.

He believed with just a bit more effort, the Celestial Sect Leader would instantly be crushed into a bloody pulp.

And her divine soul would be his; obtaining the divine soul of a Nascent Soul would grant him the confidence to extend his lifespan by three hundred years.

Thinking of this, he burned half of his dwindling lifespan and launched four bone nails to suppress the Celestial Sect Leader.

As the bone nails enlarged and the black clouds thickened, the Celestial Sect Leader’s glow, bolstered by the White Mount Array, finally shattered.

The glow dissipated; some people laughed, and some fled.

Xiao Qingyun piloted his Flying Ship, knocking away a Southern Chen cultivator who attempted to seize the opportunity, then turned back to look at the Celestial Sect Leader with some anger.

"Should be enough now!"

The little girl turned to glance at Xiao Qingyun and sighed.

The previously shattered glow, with this sigh, reappeared; the Sumeru Space smashed the overwhelming black cloud.

It then condensed into a heavy hammer, which struck the Witch Cultivator’s Nascent Soul hard in the chest.

Then she extended a small hand, grasping vaguely at the sky, and a Sword Rain of glow descended from above.

This premeditated hunt on both sides ended with this Sword Rain and the Witch Cultivator’s Nascent Soul’s escape.

Seeing things settled, Zhang Ze tossed away the Little Earth Immortal before it could bite him.

"Zhang Ze, you bastard, after this is over, I’ll settle accounts with you!"

After cursing, the Little Earth Immortal ran down the mountain crying...

Sect Leader Chen of the Feiyu Sword Sect sheathed his flying sword and landed back on the ground. As he watched the Little Earth Immortal’s retreating figure, he was somewhat envious.

He thought to himself, if only this divine artifact could be forged into a Flying Sword, and its mouth were cleaner, then it would be unbeatable.

Using it as a hammer was truly a waste of a treasure.

The White Wolf King, covering his injured right arm, landed as well. He was the most heavily injured among the allied cultivators still alive.

If Zhang Ze hadn’t helped him several times, he feared he wouldn’t have survived here.

Thinking of Zhang Ze’s kindness, he looked at the little girl-like Celestial Sect Leader with deep fear.

An announcement to the world long premeditated, a premeditated feigned weakness, a premeditated counterattack, all to make this alliance stronger and purer.

To strike the enemy and eliminate traitors...

But how many people knew of this in advance?

Is this considered another form of betrayal?

The White Wolf King didn’t mind, being used to being despised. For the tribe, being a pawn or a ball to be kicked was routine.

But some people didn’t think this way.

Everyone has a hurdle in their heart, regardless of profit.

Even in chaotic times, some simply cannot overcome it.

A cultivator gave a deep look at the Celestial Sect Leader and the recently speaking Xiao Qingyun, then cupped his hands and said, "I, Wang, won’t be part of this alliance, farewell!"

With that, he left the now-ruined summit of White Mount without looking back.

Of course, Wang could be so free-spirited because he was alone.

Most others had family and ties, and having now thoroughly offended Southern Chen, they had no choice but to stick with it.

"Does anyone else want to leave? If not, I will address serious matters now," said the Celestial Sect Leader calmly.

"There’s been enough bloodshed today, so let’s skip the blood oath for the alliance."