Chapter 374: Eyes Everywhere
In the southern part of the Haotian Sect's mountain range, which is the closest direction to the road leading to the Tiandou Empire, six Haotian Sect disciples were sitting around a bonfire.
"Has the patrol intensity of the sect been too much lately? Did something happen?"
"Shh, my father is a confidant of the second elder. I've heard him say that the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect and the Force One Clan have both been wiped out by the Spirit Hall. We're patrolling now to prevent the Spirit Hall from attacking."
The words of the disciple caused the other five to inhale sharply. The Force One Clan could be expected, but the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect was once of equal stature to the Haotian Sect, and they never thought they would vanish so completely from the continent.
"Is that true?"
"It can't be fake. Otherwise, which force in the world would deserve our attention?"
"That's true, but our Haotian Sect isn't something to be trifled with. If the Spirit Hall doesn't come, that's fine, but if they dare to come, I'll make sure to hammer a few holes in their heads with my Haotian Hammer!"
"Haha, Tang Bing, this kid shakes when killing cows, and now he dares to talk big? This is hilarious."
The Haotian Sect disciple who was mocked immediately became angry, stood up, and said fiercely:
"Hmph, just wait. If the Spirit Hall really comes, I'll make sure they know what the world's number one weapon spirit is."
As the others were about to mock the disciple further, a cold female voice quietly sounded behind them.
"Is that so? Then could you let me witness the might of the Haotian Hammer?"
The voice caused the six of them to freeze in place, and they mechanically turned their heads toward the direction of the sound.
"Who!"
"Who's there?"
As the footsteps became clearer, a woman with short grayish hair appeared before them.
"Who am I? Weren't you just saying you were going to hammer a few holes in my head? Come on, boys."
The disciples' pupils instantly contracted. From the woman's words, they realized which force she was from.
"Spirit... Spirit Hall?"
The shock in their hearts was immense. Just moments ago, they had been discussing the possibility of an attack from the Spirit Hall, and now the enemy was already upon them. Fortunately, the leader quickly calmed down and turned to the disciple who had been mocked earlier.
"Tang Bing, go back and report to the elders. We'll handle things here."
"But..."
"No buts. I'm the captain. This is an order. Go immediately."
"Yes."
Tang Bing knew this wasn't the time for hesitation, so he quickly turned and ran back toward the sect. The leader then looked at the other two disciples and gave them further orders.
"You two go notify the nearby patrols. Tell them to be careful. The enemy won't just send one person."
"Yes."
The two of them split off from the group and headed toward different directions.
Ling Yuan, the woman, smiled coldly. The highest-ranked of the six disciples here was only at the Soul Emperor level. They actually thought they could send a message out from her hands. It was laughable.
A flash of fire passed behind her, and a blazing firebird appeared before the Haotian Sect disciples. The rise of nine soul rings—two yellow, two purple, and five black—left the remaining three disciples completely stunned.
"Se-se-se..."
The stuttering words were immediately drowned in a sea of flames, and the three of them didn't even have time to scream before they were completely reduced to ash.
"Next, it's your turn."
She flicked her hand, and her fourth soul skill, "Colorful Fire Feathers," activated. Dozens of fiery feathers shot out with terrifying speed, quickly striking the three remaining disciples. Like their companions, they were reduced to ashes in an instant.
Putting away her martial soul, Ling Yuan smiled.
"How considerate of them, leaving the recent enemies for me. Looks like I'll be the fastest at clearing the patrols."
Before coming here, Ling Yuan had already taken out two more patrols in the southern part of the mountains, meaning that now the entire southern perimeter of Haotian Sect was wide open to the Spirit Hall's forces.
The same situation had gradually unfolded around every direction of the Haotian Mountains. Gui Bao, Mo Xiong, Yue Guan, and Gui Mei had each dealt with one of the remaining patrols.
The five of them regrouped in the south, with Yue Guan leading a small team of soldiers wearing Tiandou Empire uniforms.
"These are the inside agents the young miss arranged?"
"Yes, they've also been granted patrol duties by Tang Xiao. Everyone else should be cleared out by now, right?"
The four of them nodded, indicating that no Haotian Sect disciple had escaped from their hands. Yue Guan then turned to the captain of the Tiandou squad.
"When is the next shift change?"
Upon hearing the question, the captain quickly stepped forward and began explaining the Haotian Sect's shift schedule.
"Masters, the shift lasts from dinner until the next morning, a total of six hours. Every three hours, the shift changes. The next shift change will be in a little over two hours."
"Good. By then, the main forces should have arrived. We'll launch the attack in two hours. During the shift change, go back and notify Xue Hu to prepare for action. We'll create some confusion on the outside to attract their strong fighters, while you handle the disruption on the inside and create chaos in their rear."
"Yes, I understand."
With the plan set, the group left two people behind to keep watch while the others returned outside the mountains to wait for the main forces to arrive.
In the southeast valley of Haotian Sect, Tang San was standing under the waterfall, swinging the iron hammer in his hand. Judging by his breathing rhythm, it was clear that he had been practicing for quite a while.
And indeed, this was the case. As the progress of learning the "Chaos Wind Hammer Method" slowed down the further he went, Tang San, eager to learn the Haotian Sect's ultimate techniques, often came to the valley to practice late at night. His movements had attracted the attention of some people. Today, Tang Xian, a member of Tang Lie's lineage, came to the valley following Tang San.
"Hmph, a traitor's offspring. What face does he have to practice my Haotian Sect's ultimate techniques?"
Tang San had long noticed someone following him, but since the person hadn't come up to cause trouble, he didn't pay much attention. However, he didn't expect that the person couldn't resist starting to mock him.
Tang Xian was the young man who had received Tang Yuehua and Tang San back into the sect. His father had also died in a battle with the Spirit Hall, so he harbored deep hatred toward Tang Hao and Tang San. He had been causing trouble for Tang San for a while. But what shocked him was that although Tang San was only a Soul King, Tang Xian, a Soul Emperor, had no way to deal with him. Tang San, seeing it as a matter of face for Tang Xiao, had never gone too far, always stopping when he had left Tang Xian bruised but not seriously hurt.
Tang Xian clearly understood this, which is why he became even more emboldened and came up to provoke Tang San. No one had instructed him to do this, he just hated Tang San for being treated with such importance in the sect despite being the son of a traitor.
"You think the Spirit Hall attacking Haotian Sect is my father's fault? I can understand that. But now, the situation is critical. Aren't you being a little inappropriate in causing division?"
(END CHAPTER)
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