"Traitor!!!"
Fang Huifang glared with burning eyes, roaring in grief and anger.
Zhao Mingyu, the last remaining tribulation-crossing expert of the Yin Yang Sect, was about to manipulate the Yin Yang Life and Death Disk again, but Qiong Ku was faster. He directly swung his axe at the crack of the disk.
Without anyone to control it, the Yin Yang Life and Death Disk was cleaved in two. It plummeted to the ground like a cannonball, crushing many allied and coalition forces.
"Why... why is it you..."
Fang Gu Ling looked at Fang Guling with disbelief.
When he was still a junior of the Fang family, Fang Guling was already a formidable power. He had also received much guidance from Fang Guling and, in his eyes, Fang Guling had always been an approachable and benevolent elder who cared for the juniors.
In contrast, Fang Huifang, with his eccentric temper, was less well-received.
"Didn't you always suspect someone leaked the news of Wan Lei going to the secret realm? Yes, it was me."
Fang Guling sneered.
No one had expected that this highly respected elder of the Fang family would be the traitor lurking among them.
With the Yin Yang Life and Death Disk destroyed, the exhausted members of the Thunder Emperor Alliance immediately became fish on a chopping block. With their current strength, they could only be slaughtered.
There were originally twelve people on their side, but only four were at the peak of tribulation crossing. Now that Qu Tianlei was killed and Fang Guling, who was at the middle stage of tribulation crossing, had defected to the enemy, their strength was greatly weakened.
Surrounded on all sides, they no longer had any chance of winning.
Qiong Ku and the others were in no hurry. With victory assured, they each admired the bewildered and enraged expressions of their opponents with great interest.
This sense of elation and accomplishment that came from the successful execution of a long-planned conspiracy was something everyone enjoyed.
"Why would you do this! Why did you betray your family!"
Fang Huifang’s eyes blazed with anger. He couldn't fathom what reason this junior, whom he had painstakingly nurtured for thousands of years, the most talented descendant of the family, whom he had personally guided to become a tribulation-crossing expert, could have to betray his family, and even his race!
"Ancestor, we cultivators should seek great freedom and unfettered ease, not be bound by notions of family or country, tying our own hands and deviating from the path of our true cultivation. Pursuing power and forming factions blindly is putting the cart before the horse.
To achieve great freedom, one naturally needs their own strength. After all, anyone in this world can betray you, and the forces you build are merely a gathering of people. Only your own strength will not betray you."
"Without a family, no matter how strong you are, you are merely a rootless duckweed. Without a place to belong in your heart, without attachments, without people you want to protect, what is the use of having immense power!
You are nothing but a wandering, solitary ghost!"
"Ancestor, with all due respect, did I rely on my family to cultivate to this point? No, I relied only on the sword in my hand. Everything else was a burden.
Without those things, I could focus solely on my cultivation, free from all worldly concerns."
"You..."
Fang Huifang was so enraged that he spat out a mouthful of old blood. The family had provided him with so many resources, and he had taught him for thousands of years. When he was weak, wasn't he protected by the family?
This ungrateful wretch竟然 actually claimed he relied on his sword!
Where was his shame!
"Ancestor, our Lei Feng Realm has not had an immortal ascension in fifty thousand years. I believe it's not that our talents are insufficient to become immortals. Is it possible that our Lei Feng Realm has not produced a single person who became an immortal through their own merit in fifty thousand years?
I don't think so. It's likely that there's a problem with our world.
According to records, before Emperor Lei achieved immortality fifty thousand years ago, there were some immortals in our Lei Feng Realm.
But after those six immortals came to our place and reformed the Lei Feng Realm, no one has been able to ascend since. It's likely that even if it wasn't intentional, they did more harm than good with good intentions, ruining the rules of our Lei Feng Realm.
Now, the arrival of the demon army’s celestial soldiers has brought us hope for immortal ascension. If Liu Naiweng can achieve immortality through the methods of the Blood Immortal Realm, then we can too.
This will be a groundbreaking feat, a blessing that the demon race has brought to our Lei Feng Realm..."
"That’s a damn blessing! Do you know how many millions of people died for him, Liu Naiweng, to cultivate!"
"That is mere womanly compassion, Ancestor. We cultivators have long transcended mortal beings, why should we still be concerned with those things?
An immortal's power far surpasses that of ten million mortals. So, tell me, is an immortal's life more important, or the lives of ten million ordinary people?
If ten million ordinary people die to give birth to an immortal, then these people have died for a worthy cause.
After all, if our Lei Feng Realm had immortals, why would it be so weak until now?"
"You keep saying 'we cultivators,' but what is a cultivator? To take the lives of all beings as one's responsibility, to protect the common people as one's duty, and to defend one's homeland as one's mission!
The truly great in chivalry must bear the responsibilities that belong to them.
How could you be so selfish!"
"Alright, enough of the empty talk, Ancestor. We cannot persuade each other, so let us speak with our fists.
Currently, you are bound to lose. It's merely a matter of dying sooner or later.
If you kneel and surrender now, perhaps we might spare you out of good humor. Otherwise, hmph..."
"Even if I self-destruct and die, I will never grovel and beg like you sycophantic villains!"
"Don't say that, Ancestor. You can only represent yourself. Have you asked others if they are as stubborn as you are?"
Fang Guling turned his head to look at the others, a sinister smile curling his lips.
"Gentlemen, and ladies, what about you?"
Fang Huifeng remained silent, directly pointing the tip of his sword at Fang Guling.
He hated Fang Guling to the bone. He had dedicated everything he had to the great cause of resisting demons, yet this traitor had emerged from the Fang family, tarnishing the family's reputation of millennia.
Moreover, this scoundrel had leaked the news of Wan Lei and Fang Xiaoyu going to the secret realm to the demons, resulting in their current tragic deaths.
It could be said that his daughter and son-in-law had both died at the hands of this scoundrel.
He wished he could flay the man alive. How could he possibly surrender to him?
Chen Manlian of the Kui Lian Sect smiled and looked at the tribulation-crossing experts on the opposite side.
"Although all the disciples of my Kui Lian Sect are women, the three families here, along with you Fang Guling, none of you are men."
"Hmph, when we break into your Kui Lian Sect in the future, and all your female disciples become playthings for my army, let's see if you can still speak so boldly!"
The ancestor of the Huo family let out two lewd laughs, his voice sounding like that of a crow.
Zhao Mingyu of the Yin Yang Sect stared at Fang Guling with a gaze filled with malice and anger.
"One of us has to die today."
Bu Liweng remained silent, the pagoda-shaped magical artifact in his hand already prepared for battle.