Dragon-Marked War God

Xuan Qingming grew happier and happier. Yang Jian had fearlessly returned in strength to lead the sect toward glory, even to resist the foreign enemy together with them, which filled Xuan Qingming’s heart with joy. Yang Jian’s return was sure to make everyone in the Profound Wind Sect, high and low, cheer with excitement. When the lower disciples learned that Senior Brother Yang Jian had returned in strength to lead the disciples, they would surely be greatly heartened as well.

“Good lad, get up quickly. That you have this heart already makes your master very happy.”

Xuan Qingming exchanged a glance with Jiang Zhenhai. Yang Jian’s return at the Half-step Hierarch Realm had raised the Profound Wind Sect’s morale considerably and added a great helping hand.

“Reporting to the Sect Master, Senior Brother Man Shuai has returned.”

Xuan Qingming’s personal disciple came again with good news. At this moment, not only Xuan Qingming and Jiang Zhenhai, but even Yang Jian showed joy on his face, his eyes lighting up as he could not help saying,

“He’s back too?”

In the blink of an eye, a rough, burly figure broke through the air and came flying. He wore coarse hemp clothing and had a sharp gaze, with a domineering air that could slaughter in every direction.

“Hahaha, Senior Brother Yang Jian, I never expected you to be back too.”

Man Shuai laughed loudly, landed, gave Xuan Qingming a quick bow and nodded slightly. His strength had also reached the Half-step Hierarch Realm, no different from Yang Jian.

“Sect Master, Man Shuai is back late.”

“Not late, not late. That you two could return at a time like this truly warms this old heart. This time a storm is gathering over the Linhe Boundary, and you two happened to return to the sect at the same moment without planning it. It truly moves me. That the Profound Wind Sect, after all these years, could produce two outstanding disciples like you is truly the glory of the Profound Wind Sect and the comfort of me, Xuan Qingming.”

Xuan Qingming was not usually good with words, but this time it was clear that the joy on his face was overflowing.

“But I’ve heard that this disaster in the Linhe Boundary gives people the feeling of black clouds bearing down on a city about to be crushed. Ever since I entered the Linhe Boundary, I’ve seen many people with gloomy faces, afraid of being the next sect to be destroyed. Sect Master, do you know what kind of mysterious power is sweeping across the entire Linhe Boundary?”

Man Shuai asked with a serious face.

Xuan Qingming shook his head.

“Not just me. Even the Reverend of the Nine Boundaries may not know why this wind of calamity has come.”

Xuan Qingming was extremely solemn. At this point, there was nothing for him to hide. Everyone in the Linhe Boundary felt themselves in danger, and he was no exception. With Yang Jian and Man Shuai returning one after another, Xuan Qingming’s heart was filled with excitement and encouragement. If a powerful enemy really came, he would not have the slightest fear. He would fight to the death. Clinging to life in humiliation was not something the Profound Wind Sect would do. Even if they had to die, they would die openly and honorably.

Better to die standing than live kneeling.

“If only Jiang Chen were here.”

Man Shuai said quietly, exchanging a glance with Yang Jian. Both of them nodded slightly. But even without Jiang Chen, the two of them were bound to shoulder the duty of guarding the sect, and they would not regret it even after nine deaths.

“That brat Little Chen, who knows where he is. The sect is in trouble, and he’s nowhere to be found.”

Jiang Zhenhai could not help cursing, but anyone could see that he missed his son terribly. But Jiang Chen might be somewhere much farther away, with no time at all to look after the Linhe Boundary. Heaven is high and the emperor is far away. Compared with the Central Region Divine Land, or even the Western-pole Divine Land and the Nantong Divine Land, this place was, after all, tens of millions of miles away. Too far, far too far.

“Even without Jiang Chen here, we won’t slack off in the slightest. Don’t worry, Sect Master, Elder Jiang. This time, even if we die, we absolutely won’t let anyone set foot on the Profound Wind Sect.”

Man Shuai said domineeringly. Even if his body died and his Dao perished, he would guard the sect. This heroic spirit soaring to the clouds won Jiang Zhenhai’s admiration. Young people had the hot blood of youth.

Just as they were speaking, a cold light came down from the sky. A thousand miles outside the Profound Wind Sect, nine black phantoms had already broken through the air. An enormous pressure came crushing down. Within several thousand miles, every demonic beast lay prostrate in the mountain forests, trembling all over, not daring to make the slightest move.

The entire Profound Wind Sect was completely enveloped by those nine figures. They turned into nine dark clouds spreading across the void. The nine dark clouds blotted out the sun and covered the sky, blanketing the whole Profound Wind Sect in dimness, without a glimpse of daylight.

Black clouds bore down on the city as if to crush it, and a layer of gloom shrouded countless hearts.

The nine dark clouds piled layer upon layer, completely scattering the white clouds in the void. Over the green mountains and clear waters lay layer upon layer of gloom. The Profound Wind Sect’s land of beautiful scenery looked like hell, pitch black as ink, chilling people to the bone.

“What a powerful aura!”

Man Shuai’s expression changed, his face grave, his eyes narrowing slightly. The terrifying pressure of the nine dark clouds was almost more than even he could bear, let alone the lower disciples. Now every one of them was pale. With this pressure descending, the nine dark clouds would not even need to strike; the disciples were already about to burst apart and die.

Yang Jian nodded silently as well, his expression shifting. It seemed they had been right to come back this time. Otherwise, the Profound Wind Sect might have been reduced to ashes in an instant.

Who were these mysterious people, to have such ability? Everyone was guessing, but where they came from, no one knew.

Jiang Zhenhai was full of fighting spirit. He was the strongest person in the Profound Wind Sect, and this battle was all the more his bounden duty. It seemed they were about to face a crisis of life and death, a great battle for survival.

The whole Profound Wind Sect, high and low, woke from their cultivation. This was already a catastrophe like the end of the world. No one knew what would happen next. Perhaps the tragedy of a sect’s annihilation would come in the very next moment.

Xuan Qingming sighed heavily, his face pale:

“The Profound Wind Sect still couldn’t escape this calamity after all.”

Xuan Qingming’s eyes turned cold, but the nine dark clouds had already completely covered the Profound Wind Sect. That oppressive force, like the descent of death itself, had everyone in the Profound Wind Sect fearing for themselves the moment it truly began.

“Is our Profound Wind Sect going to be swept away by this wind of calamity after all?”

“Are we all going to die? It feels like the end of the world. Even the sun has been blotted out.”

“As long as the Sect Master is here, we absolutely won’t give in easily. Our Profound Wind Sect isn’t like the other sects.”

“I hope so. But some sects stronger than us have already been wiped out. Can our Profound Wind Sect really escape this calamity?”

“Hard to say. So many sects, and not one survived. Can our Profound Wind Sect really be the exception?”

Countless disciples were in a panic. The terrifying aura of death filled every heart and would not go away.