Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8417: Attack _1

Inside the inner chamber of the bronze statue, Zhao Hai was seated comfortably. The statue itself had morphed into a long sword, yet it wasn't overly lengthy—just akin to a typical long sword. At present, this sword streaked through the blood sea. Facing Zhao Hai were two figures: Li Daya and Tu Ling.

Li Daya sipped from the spiritual wine set before him and glanced toward Zhao Hai. "Not bad, you're truly impressive. This inner space manages to accommodate so many folks. Impressive indeed. Plus, your spiritual wine tastes excellent. Make sure to supply me with more down the line." Li Daya came across as a direct sort, with a clear fondness for spiritual wine. Ever since stepping into the inner space, he hadn't paused in his drinking.

Tu Ling, meanwhile, remained mostly quiet, though he kept sipping steadily. It was evident he enjoyed the spiritual wine Zhao Hai had offered. Upon catching Li Daya's remark, Zhao Hai smiled faintly and responded, "Yes, Elder Li, rest assured. I'll certainly provide you with more spiritual wine going forward. Actually, I've already assured the sect master that I'll deliver some to each of the six elders and himself. A portion will go to the sect as well, so the two elders needn't fret over running short on spiritual wine anytime soon."

Li Daya eyed Zhao Hai and gave a nod. "Impressive, you're genuinely outstanding. It seems the sect won't lack for successors anymore. With your presence, the sect is bound to flourish even more. Still, stay vigilant, young one. Talents like you draw envy, and folks from rival sects will scheme against you all the more."

"Yes," Zhao Hai acknowledged. Even though the sect split into various factions, none harbored outright animosity toward one another. Take Li Daya and Tu Ling, for instance—they hailed from a different faction yet showed deep respect for the sect master and genuine care for the sect's welfare. They wouldn't undermine Zhao Hai merely because he followed another faction. Such actions were unthinkable, as they always prioritized the sect's greater good. Zhao Hai's excellence only strengthened the sect, precisely what they hoped for, so naturally, they had no intent to sabotage him.

In a grave tone, Tu Ling inquired, "How much longer until we arrive at Lone Mountain Island? Will we get a message from Old Du? We can't afford to hinder the sect's plans, or the three of us will bear the guilt as sinners." Tu Ling fretted more over this issue. Earlier, they'd relied on a portable teleportation array, but lacking the coordinates for Lone Mountain Island, they could only warp to the nearest spot and then hurry onward.

Zhao Hai checked the external conditions and replied solemnly, "We'll make it to Lone Mountain Island in four hours. We'll pick up news from the great elder right there, though I suspect the great elder is already launching his assault by this point, isn't he?" With that, the trio grew quiet. Their minds turned to the unfolding events at Flowing Light Island. The success of their scheme hinged largely on the outcome of that clash.

Just as Zhao Hai predicted, Du Wansha stood poised for action. He perched atop a massive saber, trailed by hordes of Blood Slaughter Sect cultivators. Among them were numerous Island Lords, each having expanded their magic weapons to giant scale. Upon these enlarged artifacts clustered countless disciples, gripping their magic weapons tightly while glaring at Flowing Light Island with murderous resolve.

The defenders on Flowing Light Island had clearly spotted them. All disciples there banded together, clutching diverse magic weapons. They stared at the steadily advancing Blood Slaughter Sect forces, particularly their vanguard, Du Wansha. Though many in the Thirteen Families Alliance were unfamiliar with Du Wansha personally, his notorious savagery was legendary. Spotting the scar across his face and his solitary eye, everyone instantly recognized him.

The moment Du Wansha appeared, gasps rippled through the Flowing Light Island disciples. Over recent years, he'd focused on sect administration and seldom ventured into the wider world, but the terror of his past exploits lingered. He'd wielded the God-Slaying Blade against other powers and razed the Sen Luo Palace of the Thirteen Families Alliance. Thus, Elder Du Wansha was all too familiar to them, stirring inevitable dread.

A man's fame loomed like a tree's shade. Du Wansha's brutal renown alone sufficed to chill anyone aware of it. Hence, the Thirteen Families Alliance disciples' fearful response was entirely expected. Flowing Light Island also hosted a Thirteen Families Alliance commander: a fifty-something elder, not particularly tall, with graying hair, exuding vigor as he stood. At that instant, he observed the approaching Blood Slaughter Sect army with steady composure.

The Blood Slaughter Sect forces halted roughly five miles from Flowing Light Island. The island's guardian array seemed purely for defense, lacking any striking power. Had this been the Blood Slaughter Sect's western defensive perimeter, any island's array would unleash attacks from twenty miles out.

Du Wansha balanced on his battle saber, his lone eye fixed on the island. Flowing Light Island earned its name from peculiar tiny insects dwelling there. These creatures glowed with blue luminescence. Come nightfall, as they took flight, the island shimmered with cascading lights—hence the moniker Flowing Light Island.

Yet daylight hid such splendor, leaving Du Wansha uninterested in the view. His gaze instead pierced toward the island's occupants, zeroing in on the airborne elder balanced on a long sword. That elder led the Thirteen Families Alliance, surnamed Mo, named Mo Daoming, famed as the Meteor Sword. His Meteor Sword technique ranked among the blood sea realm's mightiest, his power formidable indeed.

Du Wansha knew Mo Daoming well and, locking eyes, erupted in laughter. "Old Mo, who would've thought you'd step up to lead the charge? What's the matter? Did those cowards abandon you, shoving you forward to your doom?" Du Wansha and Mo Daoming shared a history of clashes, with Du Wansha's prowess far outstripping his rival's. Still, dispatching Mo Daoming wouldn't prove simple.

Mo Daoming met Du Wansha's stare and snorted coldly. "Du Wansha, isn't it outrageous for your Blood Slaughter Sect to target our Thirteen Families Alliance? You know full well the seven great sects spearheaded the assault on the Blood Slaughter Sect this time. Yet you shy from them and bully us instead—what sort of reasoning is that?"

Du Wansha bellowed a laugh. "You're claiming the seven great sects orchestrated the strike against our Blood Slaughter Sect? Old Mo, do you take me, Du Wansha, for some naive toddler? Your Thirteen Families Alliance has schemed against us for ages. You even stirred rebellions among some of our clans before, inflicting heavy casualties on our Blood Slaughter Sect. And now you spout this nonsense? You truly court death without knowing it."

Mo Daoming sneered back at Du Wansha. "We never goaded those families to rebel. They reached out to us first. Oppressed by your Blood Slaughter Sect, they sought to strike back. Now you're dumping all the fault on us—what twisted logic is that?"

Du Wansha sneered at Mo Daoming in turn. "Spare me, Old Mo. I'm done debating this with you. Your Thirteen Families Alliance has banded together and assaulted our Blood Slaughter Sect repeatedly in the past. Time to square all old scores and new. Prepare to perish." With those words, Du Wansha drew forth his God-Slaying Blade.

The instant Mo Daoming saw the God-Slaying Blade emerge, his expression darkened. He hadn't anticipated the Blood Slaughter Sect unveiling that weapon so soon. Were it just Du Wansha alone, he'd feel less alarmed. Though mighty and beyond solo handling, Mo Daoming could counter him alongside allies. Moreover, their Meteoric Island boasted a united formation tied to thirty-five others. Anchored by that, they could repel Du Wansha's onslaught.

But with the God-Slaying Blade bared, the tide shifted ominously. That blade stood as one of the blood sea realm's premier magic weapons, its might unparalleled. Du Wansha wielding it cast doubt on whether their island's guardian array could endure.

Realizing this, Mo Daoming barked out, "All hands, be alert! Pour everything into the island's guardian array! We have to halt the enemy's advance!" A chorus of affirmatives rang out, and orders flew swiftly. The island teemed with disciples who funneled their spiritual power into the array without delay. The guardian array blazed brighter, while a colossal Eight Trigrams pattern materialized across it.

"Let's test the resilience of your island's guardian array!" Du Wansha snorted coldly. He hefted the God-Slaying Blade, channeling his spiritual power into it. In the next breath, he swung downward. A hundred-meter blade ray, dense and unyielding, burst from the weapon. It hurtled forward at blinding speed—so swift that as one end detached, the other already hammered the array. Its velocity carved a prolonged crimson trail, as if the ray remained tethered to the blade.

Simultaneously, an overwhelming wave of killing intent erupted from the God-Slaying Blade. Trailing the blade ray, it smashed into Flowing Light Island's guardian array with a thunderous impact. The array rippled violently, the whole island quaking as if in an earthquake. Meanwhile, the disciples channeling power into the array jolted like they'd been thunderstruck. An immense force hurled them skyward, soaring over ten meters before crashing down.

Those who hit the ground bore ghastly pallor, faces bruised and blood streaming from every orifice. The strike had outright shocked them to death. Echoing across the island came a deafening boom. Hearing it, Mo Daoming's features twisted. He knew that noise stemmed from the array's runes fracturing. At this rate, the guardian array wouldn't survive many more blows from Du Wansha.