Chapter 83: The Miserable War

“I’m crawling… I don’t want to die.” At this moment, an outer sect disciple, unable to endure the inner torment, crawled forward like a dog.

This disciple wore a face full of begging and mercy—where was the demeanor of a Saint-Demon Sect disciple?

Soon after, more outer sect disciples surrendered. They didn’t want to die for the Saint-Demon Sect; they had only come to cultivate martial arts. Now that enemies had come knocking at their doorsteps, how could they be willing to sacrifice their lives?

Some simply wanted to preserve their own lives.

The elders and some disciples of the sect, watching these outer sect disciples enter the battlefield only to beg like dogs, wore expressions of anger and sorrow.

This is what the disciples of the Saint-Demon Sect have become…

Lin Fan watched all this in silence; these people were unworthy of being disciples of the sect.

Even if they were taken in by the Nine Great Sects, they would still be treated like dogs in the future.

“Your Majesty Yan, I am the son of the National Guardian. I don’t want to die. I surrender. I came to the Saint-Demon Sect to learn higher martial arts, but my heart has always belonged to the imperial court.”

…

Among the tens of thousands in the sect, many feared death. Now, under the temptation of the Old Woman of Bi Hai, many outer sect disciples began wavering—this was their only hope of survival.

Although the Saint-Demon Sect had treated them well, compared to their own lives, the nurturing kindness meant little.

Watching the current state of the Saint-Demon Sect, the disciples from the Nine Great Sects laughed wildly. Those disciples who betrayed the Saint-Demon Sect for the sake of survival were no better than lowly dogs in their eyes.

“Two breaths.” The Old Woman of Bi Hai’s voice was cold, her drooping eyelids slightly flickering with light.

At this moment, the outer sect disciples of the Saint-Demon Sect had already begun to waver, and even some inner sect disciples hesitated.

Death or life.

“Master, I don’t want to die.” At this moment, a somewhat famous inner sect disciple suddenly flew out from the crowd. Then, as fast as a crawling dog, he rushed toward the Old Woman of Bi Hai.

“Wu, fellow junior, you are an inner sect disciple who dares betray the sect. Do you still have a conscience? Do you deserve the sect’s trust?” At this moment, an inner sect disciple at the first stage of Enlightenment, in order to save his own life, abandoned his dignity and sect loyalty, groveling before the enemy, which enraged many.

The Saint-Demon Ancestor watched all this in silence without intervening, as if observing how many would ultimately betray the sect.

“Senior Wu, you despicable pig-dog, how could I, Wang Tianfeng, have ever respected you!” Wang Tianfeng, who often bullied weaker juniors within the sect, angrily pointed at the traitorous Wu.

At this moment, Fang Han and Han Lu exchanged glances. They didn’t want to die.

Their lives had just begun. Especially Fang Han, who definitely didn’t want to die. Possessing the inheritance of the Devil Emperor, how could he die before making a name for himself?

But having the future self, who would become a Devil Emperor, crawl like a dog—that was something Fang Han could never tolerate.

However…

“I don’t want to die.” Fang Han stepped forward, crawling toward the old woman just like the seniors before him.

“I don’t want to die either.” Han Lu followed closely behind.

Lin Fan watched all this with a slight frown. If this continued, more disciples might betray the sect.

“What do you think, Saint-Demon Ancestor? These are your disciples—cowards who fear death!” The Old Woman of Bi Hai laughed wildly, her wrinkled face contorting into a hideous grimace.

“Disciples of the Saint-Demon Sect, today powerful sects seek to destroy us. Even if we fight to the last soldier and the last drop of blood, the Saint-Demon Sect will never surrender.”

“Fight…”

“Even if we are the last ones standing, we will never yield.”

…

At this moment, the disciples of the Saint-Demon Sect roared with high morale. They knew the likely outcome of this battle, but they were unafraid. No matter how strong the enemy, they would defend the Saint-Demon Sect.

Lin Fan clenched his fists.

“Kill…”

A deafening roar echoed throughout the Saint-Demon Sect.

The disciples of the Nine Great Sects looked down disdainfully at the disciples below.

Those below the Qian Tian Jing Jie were mere ants—no matter how many of them came, they would be mercilessly slaughtered without hesitation.

In terms of top combat power, the combined strength of the Nine Great Sects was overwhelming.

A tragic war began.

Screams and cries of agony filled the air.

Enemies at the Enlightenment stage killed inner sect disciples of the Saint-Demon Sect like flies, leaving them no chance to fight back.

At this moment, Lin Fan roared and charged forward using the “Indestructible Golden Body,” relying on his physical strength to confront enemies at the Enlightenment stage.

Although his strength was inferior, Lin Fan was fearless, determined to take down as many as he could before dying.

The leaders of the Nine Great Sects joined forces against the Saint-Demon Ancestor, causing the heavens to collapse and the earth to split, with the battle between the supreme experts surpassing everyone’s imagination.

“I’ll finish you all!” Amidst the battlefield, Wang Tianfeng, with low cultivation and no fear of death, charged toward the traitorous seniors and juniors.

“Betraying the sect means death! I’ll kill you all!” As an outer sect disciple with only the seventh stage of Post-Heavenly cultivation, he was considered insignificant by those who had betrayed the sect.

At this moment, Fang Han surveyed the battlefield, preparing to escape amidst the chaos. Seeing Wang Tianfeng charging recklessly toward him, he couldn’t help but smirk coldly.

The grudge from the cafeteria could finally be settled.

…

“Senior, let’s stick together. Don’t fight alone,” Lin Fan found Ni Mingyang and Yin Mochen, urging them not to act alone.

In this war, their cultivation was far too low to be of any use.

“Junior, today might be our last battle together. I hope we can be brothers in our next life. Kill…”

At this moment, Lin Fan held nothing back, activating his invisibility state and using the Phantom Steps technique to assassinate enemies at the Enlightenment stage.

Lin Fan noticed something—he had a sudden surge in true energy. Although his cultivation level had improved, his combat power was exceptional even among peers.

Even enemies at the first stage of Enlightenment, Lin Fan had the ability to kill across cultivation levels.

“Fang Han, Han Lu, you two won’t have a good end…” At this moment, Wang Tianfeng’s eyes turned red, his chest struck by Fang Han’s palm strike, his chest sunken inward, blood spilling from his mouth.

Fang Han and Han Lu glanced at him with contempt before immediately retreating. They couldn’t stay here any longer; they had to leave.

Lin Fan fought his way through, his body covered in blood—some belonging to the disciples of the Nine Great Sects, some his own.

“Senior Wang, are you okay?” Seeing Wang Tianfeng barely alive, Lin Fan rushed forward anxiously.

“Junior Lin…” Wang Tianfeng was already at his end, looking at Lin Fan with a faint smile, “those two traitors won’t have a good end.”

“Senior Wang.” Seeing Senior Wang close his eyes forever, Lin Fan swayed slightly, looking at the battlefield littered with corpses.

This was a cruel war—either you die or I die. Wang Senior, who used to bully juniors, died for the sect. Although he wasn’t a good person, his heart was incomparable to those who betrayed the sect. Even the most talented couldn’t match Senior Wang’s worth ten thousandfold.