Super War God in the City

In the midst of the onlookers' shocked gazes, Dong Yanghua suddenly lashed out, and the rest also found their targets without any confusion.

In the blink of an eye, both sides engaged in combat in one place. Yu Yongchang did not make a move, watching Wei Xuewen and his two companions, while Ruan Wei Mao stood by, ready to sweep through the ranks.

Feng Xiaobai's Plum Blossom Spear danced furiously, thrusting directly at Dong Yanghua. Miao Liang didn't hesitate to join in, fighting furiously alongside Feng Xiaobai to corner Dong Yanghua.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Everyone found their opponent and the melee ensued.

The others were still alright, roughly on par with each other, but Feng Xiaobai's situation looked grim; the gap between Half-step Divine Realm and the Wuxuan Realm was like a chasm.

Just after exchanging blows, Feng Xiaobai was sent flying.

Miao Liang, at the peak of the Wuxuan Realm, barely had the strength to contend with Dong Yanghua, but after a few moves, he was also in grave danger.

"Boom!"

Feng Xiaobai was knocked away, crashing into a cliff wall, and got buried under the rubble.

"Xiaobai!" Lan Zihan cried out in alarm upon seeing this.

Lan Zihan was fighting alongside a trusted aide against Peak Master Lu Hongshuo from the Liangqiang Peak. Seeing Feng Xiaobai being blasted away, she couldn't help feeling anxious.

"Hmph, I thought he had some incredible abilities, but he's just trash!" Dong Yanghua sneered contemptuously.

"Thump!"

The collapsed rocks flew in all directions, and Feng Xiaobai burst out from among them.

"Damn, this kid's got some fight in him; he's still combat capable even after taking a hit from someone in the Half-step Divine Realm?" the surrounding onlookers couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

Seeing that he was unharmed, Lan Zihan immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ptui, such strong power, let's fight again!" Feng Xiaobai's fighting spirit was ignited, and his blood boiled.

Dong Yanghua was taken aback, suddenly remembering that this fellow seemed to have some defensive treasure; he hadn't expected it to be so strong, capable of withstanding his attack!

Inside the secret chamber of the stone cave, Lan Xingyuan was sitting cross-legged with Silver Needles inserted throughout his body, his aura swirling around him.

Ling Fan was administering the needles while silently monitoring the situation outside with his Divine Sense.

The isolation effect of this secret chamber was extremely good, so not even a sound of the battle outside could be heard.

After a night of treatment, Lan Xingyuan's recovery was nearing completion.

Even if the people outside couldn't hold on, it would take quite some time for the enemy to break into this chamber.

Considering the progress, there was enough time.

Meanwhile, outside the secret chamber, after a series of clashes, Feng Xiaobai and Miao Liang were both heavily injured by Dong Yanghua, lacking the strength for further combat.

The Half-step Divine Realm was truly too strong, not something that Wuxuan Realm fighters could overcome purely with willpower and a resolve to fight to the death.

If Feng Xiaobai hadn't relied on his tough skin and tenacious willpower, he would have collapsed long ago.

Facing the Half-step Divine Realm, for the first time he felt as powerless as if he were facing a great mountain!

With Feng Xiaobai and Miao Liang no longer able to hold him back, Dong Yanghua found himself without an opponent. His figure flickered, instantly turning towards the other trusted aides.

He fought like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, and the defenders fell one after another.

"Hmph, presumptuous, those who stand in my way shall die!" Dong Yanghua let out a cold cry, pressing toward the stone cave secret chamber.

Seeing this, Lan Zihan turned pale, and with a panicked and angry shout, she yelled, "How dare you, you cannot enter!"

With his hand over his chest and a pale face, Miao Liang staggered to his feet, positioning himself in front of the entrance.

"Dong Yanghua, if you want to get in, you'll have to step over my corpse!" Miao Liang declared with unwavering eyes, ready to face death.

"You are beyond help, do you really think I won't kill you?" Dong Yanghua clenched his fists, steadily advancing toward Miao Liang step by step, a murderous aura radiating from him.

"The Wushen Lineage is done for; aside from the Sect Hierarch, there's not even one decent powerhouse left, leading to desertion and betrayal!" someone in the crowd immediately lamented.

"Who's to blame? It's said that all of this was caused by the Saintess bringing back that so-called Guest Official Protector!" another person by the side huffed coldly.

Seeing the disciples of the Wushen Lineage defeated one after another, the onlookers were already certain the Sect Hierarch's lineage had lost its momentum, and there was no turning back.

Standing in the distance, Dong Tianyi watched his father's towering and upright figure with an uncontrollable excitement in his eyes.

"After today, the Witchcraft Sect will have a different heaven and earth, and I will be its Saint Heir!" Dong Tianyi's heart was uncontrollably thrilled.

In contrast to the excited mood of those from the Zhu Rong Lineage, the disciples of the Wushen Lineage were not in good spirits, each with a look of despair, as if their parents had died.

The first ones were Wei Yuanjie and others, who felt as if a boulder were lodged in their chests, making it hard to breathe.

If these people could actually breathe, that would be surprising. In a game of winners and losers, they saw themselves becoming prisoners at their enemies' feet. With the Zhu Rong Lineage in power, their fate was unpredictable!

"Damn it, Lan Zihan is a star of death. It's all this woman's fault that the Wushen Lineage has fallen to such a state!" someone shouted out, grinding his teeth in hate.

Among the crowd of onlookers, disciples from the Wushen Lineage could no longer contain themselves and vented all their resentment on Lan Zihan.

In everyone's eyes, it was virtually impossible for the Wushen Lineage to turn over a new leaf. Facing such an outcome, everyone in the Wushen Lineage was fundamentally unable to accept it.

Especially since the cause of the incident pointed the blame and faults primarily at Lan Zihan.

Previously, people believed that the Hierarch's lineage still had hope, so they were able to suppress their negative emotions. But now, seeing the disciples of the Wushen Lineage nearly wiped out, their mentality completely collapsed.

"Sigh, don't speak anymore. The fate of the Wushen Lineage is exhausted. Even gods can't save those who bring about their own destruction!" someone said with a bitter smile.

"Heh, seeking death, that indeed is the truth. Even your strongest ally, the Di Jiang Peak, was grievously offended by this woman!

Moreover, she offended them to death – stabbing one's ally in the back. With such conduct, how could there be any good end!" Jia Qian sneered repeatedly on the side.

Everyone understood the meaning behind Jia Qian's words!

Speaking of this, the disciples of the Wushen Lineage were itching with hatred. A disagreement was one thing, but to cripple the Junior Peak Master of Di Jiang Peak, Ruan Yulong, was another.

To turn an intimate ally into a mortal enemy – they had seen foolishness before, but never to this extent!

In an instant, the discontented crowd began pointing fingers at Lan Zihan.

Dong Tianyi and others, seeing this scene unfold, felt immense joy in their hearts!

There's a saying: 'When the wall falls, everyone pushes'. It was exactly like that.

"Hahaha, Wei Yuanjie, don't you guys want to show some stance now and abandon darkness for light? If you do, once Young Master Dong becomes the Enthronement Holy Son, he might spare you a path to a bright future!" Lu Tianhe sneered at Wei Yuanjie and the others.

"Hehe, indeed, Young Master Dong is magnanimous. If you can read the times, he certainly won't be too harsh on you!" Shu Zi'ang joined in with a faint smile on the side.

Wei Yuanjie and the others clenched their fists tightly, as this was tantamount to being asked to lower their heads like dogs.

The gaze of the onlookers all fell on the few, knowing that if they kneeled today, they would never be able to raise their heads in the Witchcraft Sect again.

"Don't get too happy too soon, the Sect Hierarch hasn't appeared yet!" Huang Yuanwu's face turned cold as he gritted his teeth.

"Oh? Not giving up till you reach the Yellow River, huh? I'll see how you kneel and submit when the time comes!" Dong Tianyi snorted.

At that moment, a muffled groan carried over from afar. The crowd turned their heads to look, and it was none other than Miao Liang being sent flying again.

"Pfft!"

Miao Liang was flung backward, spurting out a mouthful of fresh blood. After landing, he still stubbornly knelt at the entrance of the secret chamber.

"Everyone, heed my command! Guard to the death against the traitors! Under no circumstances can they be allowed to disturb the Sect Hierarch's healing!" Miao Liang glared with rage-filled eyes, commanding through clenched teeth, before passing out.

As Miao Liang spoke those words, there was an uproar among the onlookers.

"What? The Sect Hierarch is injured?" Immediately, some people mumbled to themselves.

Upon hearing this, the disciples of the Wushen Peak lineage's complexions turned ashen, and their last glimmer of hope shattered along with it!

The Zhu Rong faction, hearing this, looked at each other and then burst into excitement, with joy painting their faces!

Dong Yanghua was taken aback, only to then burst into triumphant laughter, "Hahaha, truly afflicted with a hidden ailment, just as I expected!"

The situation was ripe for a decisive strike, the final push, with victory within sight!

"Lan Xingyuan, you are no longer fit to lead the Witchcraft Sect to glory. Surrender your position as Sect Hierarch and be spared from death!" Dong Yanghua's voice thundered commandingly, echoing through the air.