Super War God in the City

Wushen Peak, the secret chamber for closed-door cultivation on the back mountain.

Xuan Ming Peak's Peak Master Wei Xuewen, Hou Tu Peak's Peak Master Huang Yutang, and Ju Mang Peak's Peak Master Gu Xingchao were standing in front of a stone cave on the back mountain.

"Protector, we indeed have an urgent matter that requires consultation with the Sect Hierarch, please pass on our message!" Wei Xuewen said anxiously and respectfully.

The Sect Hierarch's trusted aides, with their special status, amount to eight in total, also known as the Eight Great Blood Guards, who are loyal only to the Sect Hierarch and are independent of anyone else's authority, not involving themselves in the internal affairs of the Witchcraft Sect.

Although without actual power, the eight are deeply dreaded and respected within the sect.

"Peak Master Wei, it is really inconvenient. Before the Sect Hierarch entered closed-door cultivation, he stressed repeatedly that no one should see him before he exits, no matter what happens within the sect, and not to disturb him!" Miao Liang, the leader of the protectors, shook his head.

Before Lan Xingyuan entered closed-door cultivation, he had given a strict order that unless the sky fell, no one should disturb him!

"Chief Miao, do you know how long the Sect Hierarch plans to be in closed-door cultivation? Can you reveal anything?" Huang Yutang couldn't help but press for an answer.

Miao Liang shook his head with a wry smile, "I really can't say. There have been quite a few looking for the Sect Hierarch recently. Even the Saintess has been turned away by me. Please, gentlemen, make yourselves at home. As soon as the Sect Hierarch exits his cultivation, I will notify you immediately!"

Upon hearing this, the three men's faces fell with disappointment and helplessness. Nowadays, the power dynamics within the Witchcraft Sect are changing unpredictably, which is truly worrying.

"Let's just go back for now. We expect some surprise from the Sect Hierarch once he exits cultivation. Keep your hearts steady; being anxious is useless!" Gu Xingchao spoke up.

Hearing this, Wei Xuewen and the others could only agree. They bid farewell to Miao Liang and were about to leave.

Just then, Duan Wuqing came running over in a panic, dripping with sweat!

After Ling Fan left with the Saintess, he had been secretly keeping an eye on the situation at Zhu Rong Peak!

As the news kept coming in, Duan Wuqing felt his heart clench like a stake being hammered into the ground!

"It turns out all three Peak Masters are here. Chief Miao, please urgently pass a message to the Sect Hierarch. I have a report, and it's not looking good!" Duan Wuqing hurried to the group, speaking quickly.

Miao Liang gave a wry smile and shook his head, "I've just said the same thing. You've also come several times, so you should be aware of the Sect Hierarch's instructions regarding his cultivation. I'm not going to let you in!"

"Protector Duan, what has happened that you are so panicked!" Seeing this, Wei Xuewen couldn't shake off a bad premonition and pressed for an answer.

In his memory, Protector Duan had always been rather steady, rarely showing such panic.

Duan Wuqing wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, took a deep breath, and couldn't help but speak out.

"The person the Saintess brought back, you should be aware of him. That guy, after going to Zhu Rong Peak..." Duan Wuqing immediately recounted the situation in detail.

The issue between Ling Fan and Wei Yuanjie was something he had originally planned not to discuss, but after thinking it over, he realized it was something that couldn't be hidden and that the others would eventually learn of it.

However, after listening to Duan Wuqing, the group was dumbstruck.

"What...what did you say? The person the Saintess brought back has caused a complete uproar at Zhu Rong Peak?" Wei Xuewen's mind was in chaos.

Most importantly, that fellow had even beaten his son and fearlessly instigated a conflict at Zhu Rong Peak. He's gone mad, absolutely mad!

"Hiss~"

Huang Yutang and Gu Xingchao beside him sharply inhaled, their faces registering shock.

"It's all over now. Zhu Rong Peak was worried about emerging without acclaim, and now that guy is going on a rampage there, utterly severing ties with Di Jiang Peak, and also offending Tianwu Peak. This time, it's truly disastrous!" Huang Yutang turned deathly pale.

"Zhu Rong Peak will definitely not give up this heaven-sent opportunity. With Di Jiang Peak taking a stance, Tianwu Peak has been completely pushed into Zhu Rong's arms. The very life and death of the Wushen Lineage depend on this moment!" Gu Xingchao felt a profound grief.

"Chief Miao, our Wushen Lineage is at a life-and-death moment, the situation is dire and hanging by a thread. Are you still going to be this stubborn?"

"I'm afraid that before the Sect Hierarch comes out of seclusion, the Witchcraft Sect might have already changed hands. It won't be long before the armies from the Zhu Rong lineages surround this place. Please ask the Sect Hierarch to come out!" Wei Xuewen shouted urgently, his face full of anxiety.

Miao Liang took a deep breath, also feeling the gravity of the situation, and hurriedly said, "Everyone, please wait, I will go and notify the Sect Hierarch right away!"

So saying, she instructed the guards outside the secret chamber and then entered the rock cave.

Seeing her actions, everyone let out a suppressed sigh of relief. If the Sect Hierarch didn't emerge soon, the sky itself might truly fall!

...

At Zhu Rong Peak Square.

Ruan Yulong sat in the spectator stands, his face alternating between shades of green and white in response to Ling Fan's direct challenge. He admitted to himself that he had underestimated the fellow before him.

The eyes of the spectators focused on Ruan Yulong in an instant. At this moment, if anyone in the Witchcraft Sect could give everyone hope, it was undoubtedly Ruan Yulong, the first on the Dragon Tiger Ranking.

Even the Peak Masters who were furiously ready to take action forcefully subdued their towering rage.

If a young member of the Witchcraft Sect could handle this fellow, it would be ideal. It was somewhat beneath their dignity to step forward themselves.

Under the gaze of thousands, Ruan Yulong felt immense pressure and calculated quietly. Judging from the strength Ling Fan had just displayed, he seems to possess Late Stages Wuxuan abilities.

For him, there wasn't a lack of power to fight, but to defeat his opponent, he would have to go all out.

The current situation was an opportunity. With so many people paving the way ahead, as long as he could kill Ling Fan, he could surely use this stepping stone to rise to great heights.

"Fortune favors the bold!" Ruan Yulong silently cheered himself on and sprang up with a bound, leaping off the viewing platform.

"Boom!"

Ruan Yulong landed and stood about ten yards in front of Ling Fan.

"Boy, since you're courting death, I'll oblige you. Do you think you can be so arrogant in front of me just because you're at the Late Stages of Wuxuan?" Ruan Yulong coldly exclaimed, his wrist flicking as the Eighteen Gourd Whip appeared in his hand.

The onlookers gasped in unison upon seeing this.

"Ruan Yulong's Outer Sect weapon, the Gourd Whip?" a voice suddenly rang out from the silent crowd.

The Witchcraft Sect's disciples were not unfamiliar with Ruan Yulong's ultimate skill, known as the Eighteen Forms Send-off!

The name meant that, once this technique was used, it heralded transcending to the bliss of the afterlife, an undeniable death!

Dong Weiyue's Embroidery Fist clenched slightly as she thought to herself, "Ruan Yulong, I hope you will not disappoint the Witchcraft Sect!"

The surrounding spectators also secretly cheered, at this point, Ling Fan had become the public enemy in the eyes of the entire Witchcraft Sect.

Apart from Lan Zihan, there was no one who didn't wish for his demise!

"Young Master Ruan, we believe in you!" Wei Yuanjie suddenly shouted from a distance, cheering and encouraging.

Ruan Yulong took a deep breath and sneered, "Just watch how I send him to the Western Paradise!"

With those words and no further idle talk, he moved swiftly into action. Getting the first strike was crucial; he flicked the Eighteen Gourd Whip in his hand, and with a whistling through the air, it swept straight towards Ling Fan!