The saber light was so terrifying that it split the sky in half.
Accompanied by the saber light was a cold and demonic bellow.
"Trash from the three major sects shall be killed today!"
As the voice fell, the thousand-feet-long saber light also fell from the sky.
That single slash had wiped out nearly a third of the cultivators from the three major sects!
Blood spurted and broken limbs flew everywhere!
The wails and screams never ceased!
Everyone was left stunned by the sudden attack.
The scalps of Old Man Huang Quan and the others went numb as their hair stood on end.
Although he was also a saint, he was only an early-stage one.
That saber light made even Old Man Huang Quan feel as if he was facing death.
"Who is it?!"
At that moment, everyone turned their eyes over.
A middle-aged man wearing pitch-black armor with a temperament that was as cold as ice walked through the air.
He held a blood-colored saber in his hand. His sharp eyes swept across Old Man Huang Quan and the others like a hawk.
"Saint!"
Many cultivators cried out in surprise.
Saints were rare even in the Mystic Realm, let alone in the lower realm.
Who exactly was this saint who suddenly appeared and why was he helping the War Demon Hall?
Just when everyone was wondering what was going on…
The remaining cultivators of the War Demon Hall widened their eyes in astonishment.
Why did this man look so much like the Hall Master worshipped by the War Demon Hall?
Every generation of the Hall Masters of the War Demon Hall had a statue in the War Demon Hall. That was why they were able to recognize it so quickly.
The eyes of the War Demon Hall Master shuddered. With disbelief written all over his face, he asked, "Is that… the seventh hall master?"
Everyone fell silent upon hearing that.
The seventh-generation Hall Master of the War Demon Hall was a well-known figure in the Senluo Continent.
During his era, the War Demon Hall was at its most glorious.
Later on, however, the seventh hall master disappeared without a trace. Some people said that he had already ascended to the Mystic Realm.
Now, this man who suddenly appeared was actually the Seventh Hall Master?
"How… how is this possible?" Old Man Huang Quan and the others were all a little stunned. Their hearts were in turmoil.
Back in the era where Gu Yuan lived, they were just a bunch of small fries.
"I never thought that three small sects back then would do something like this." Gu Yuan's eyes were extremely cold.
The old man's heart sank upon hearing that.
Without a doubt, this saint who suddenly appeared was the seventh-generation hall master of the War Demon Hall.
However, the members of the three major sects couldn't figure out why the seventh-generation Hall Masters would show up at this moment.
"Gasp… It's that Vicious. Is he from the Mystic Realm?" Some of the cultivators watching the commotion nearby also took a deep breath.
Everyone in the Senluo Continent knew the name of the seventh-generation Hall Master, Gu Yuan.
The geniuses of the Mystic Realm had never heard of Gu Yuan. Their eyes were filled with pity.
"What's the point of having the Hall Master of the Seventh Generation here? Do you think he would dare to stop us?"
"That's right. Even if he's a saint, offending the Fallen Divine Child wouldn't end well for him."
These geniuses of the Mystic Realm were not optimistic about Gu Yuan's chances.
Strength was only a part of it.
Status and background were equally important.
Although Gu Yuan was a saint, he was still a saint from the lower realm. Would he dare to provoke Fallen Divine Child?
The joy and excitement on the faces of the War Demon Hall's Hall Master and the others diminished greatly when they thought about this.
At the same time, the Old Man of the Underworld thought of the same thing.
The panic and surprise on their faces were replaced by calmness and indifference.
The Old Man of the Underworld said slowly, "Seventh Hall Master, I didn't expect you to show yourself. Do you know who ordered us to destroy the War Demon Hall?"
A cold light flashed across Gu Yuan's eyes as he said, "I don't care who you take orders from. Today, even the people behind you will die, let alone the three great sects!"
"How dare you disrespect the Fallen Divine Child!" Old Man Huang Quan shouted.
At that moment, a calm and indifferent voice was heard.
"Who does Fallen Divine Child think he is?"
As the voice rang out, the roar of a lion shook the distant sky as the nine-headed lion pulled the carriage over.
Patriarch Dongxuan, Yi Yu, and the others followed closely behind.
"Another Saint?" The cultivators of the Senluo Continent were shocked once again.
However, the gazes of the geniuses of the Mystic Realm fell on the nine-headed lion pulling the carriage.
"A nine-headed lion pulling a carriage. Could it be that…" Some geniuses of the Mystic Realm looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes.
If Fallen Divine Child was someone they feared…
That person was someone that they could only look up to, someone who was not from the same world at all.
"Huh? Who are you?" Old Man Huang Quan raised his eyebrows.
The saintly aura that the patriarch of the Dongxuan Clan exuded made the heart of the Old Man of the Netherworld Valley tremble once again.
The saint looked like a follower.
Seeing Jun Xiaoyao's arrival, Gu Yuan cupped his hands across the air and said, "You're here, young master."
"What?!"
The cultivators of the entire Senluo Continent were left agape at Gu Yuan's actions.
Gu Yuan, the legendary seventh-generation Master of the Senluo Continent, had become someone else's servant?
The cultivators of the War Demon Hall were also completely dumbfounded.
This was completely different from what they expected from the high and mighty seventh-generation hall master.
Yan Qingying, on the other hand, raised her fair and lovely face.
Although she was blind, she still looked at Jun Xiaoyao.
To be addressed as a young master by someone as powerful as the seventh-generation hall master, who exactly was he?
How could he compare to the Fallen Divine Child?
Seeing such a scene, the geniuses of the Mystic Realm nearby shuddered.
They all knew who was inside the carriage.
Geniuses of the Mystic realm came forward one after another. They cupped their hands and said, "Greetings, Divine Child!"
Such a scene shocked the cultivators of the Senluo Continent.
They had never seen these arrogant and despotic geniuses of the Mystic Realm show such reverence and adoration in their eyes.
Even the Elder of the netherworld valley felt his heart skip a beat.
Even a fool could tell that the person in the carriage was not only a genius of the Mystic Realm, but he also seemed to be of extremely esteemed status.
Previously, even when the geniuses of the Mystic Realm heard the name Fallen Divine Child, they only showed a little fear.
Now, however, they took the initiative to salute him.
The difference was huge.
"Is there a need to go through so much trouble? Just kill them. Using Fallen Divine Child as a shield is laughable!"
Inside the carriage, Jun Xiaoyao's voice carried a hint of disdain.
"Understood!"
With Jun Xiaoyao's support, Gu Yuan was completely relieved.
He slashed at the Elder of the Netherworld Valley.
"No… you can't do this. The Fallen Divine Child will never forgive you!"
The Old Man of the Netherworld Valley desperately tried to resist and screamed in horror.
However, his words were met with mockery from the geniuses of the Mystic Realm.
"What a fool. What does Fallen Divine Child amount to in front of the divine child of the Jun family?"
"That's right. When has the divine child of the Jun family ever feared anyone in terms of status?"
The geniuses of the Mystic Realm looked at the alliance of the three major sects with sarcasm and pity on their faces.
The three sects were done for.
The Fallen Divine Child had kicked a steel plate.