章 63: Shui Haoyang's Betrayal

Meanwhile, as the vassal leaders delayed the Sacrificial Knives' offensive, Xinzi's massive array settled into shape. From outer to inner court members, legions of White Immortal sect disciples stood in line—more precisely, they sat crossed-legged, with their hands resting on their thighs while waves of blue qi seeped out of their forms. In the last 500 years, never had the White Immortal sect hosted such a spectacle. The enormous mountain peak previously meant for the Yin-Yang contest struggled to fit these numbers. The spectators that initially scrambled for their lives now stood like straight arrows, awe-struck by the display.