Chapter 297 Suppressed Inner Strength
The head of the sect was moved by the words of the Tianren Patriarch, and his worries were slightly alleviated.

"Disciple will follow the teachings of our ancestor and will do his best to defend the Dao sect!"

He took a deep breath and bowed.

"When I took action earlier, I had already contacted the Daqian royal family. They will send the Daqian Worship Hall and the royal family's celestial beings to support us."

"At the same time, we will also dispatch elite personnel from the Daqian Xuanjing Division to help us transfer important materials and personnel from the Taoist sect."

"That way, we can focus on dealing with the Night King's siege."

The ancestor of heaven and man nodded slightly, his eyes deep and distant, he pondered for a moment, and continued.

As one of the most powerful Taoist sects in the northern part of Daqian, it has dozens of powerful celestial ancestors and many master-level warriors.

If possible, Daqian would certainly not give up this lackey of hundreds of years so easily.

"As for this Zixia Mountain."

He paused and said no more.

But when the leader heard this, a glimmer of surprise flashed in his eyes.

It started from the moment he decided to stand on Daqian's side and become the enemy of the Night King.

He no longer had any hope of keeping the Zixia Mountain beneath him.

But now the Zixia Taoist sect can be kept better intact.

Then he would not be unworthy of the position of the head of the sect that he is currently sitting on.

"Please trouble the ancestor to make plans. I will go and arrange the relevant matters now."

So now, the head master bowed to the ancestor and said.

The ancestor of Tianren waved his hand, signaling the leader to leave.

He stood alone on a high place, looking at the distant horizon.

Although Daqian's promise made him feel a little relieved, it was still unknown how credible it was.

It is also unknown how much price one can pay for the Zixia Taoist sect.

After exceeding the value of the Zixia Taoist sect or himself, the ancestor of heaven and man.

Will Daqian continue to invest its strength to rescue the Zixia Taoist sect?

After all, the Daqian Dynasty is now in chaos, and it is probably unable to mobilize too many forces to come to Yuzhou, the base camp of the Night King.

If that's the case then.
After this disaster, how many people in the Zixia Taoist sect will remain alive?

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart. In troubled times, life and death are often just a matter of a moment.

As early as when he was born to stop the celestial being sent by the Night King to support the Fire King.

He had anticipated this day.

Support the Night King and want to take action against Daqian.

The Zixia Taoist sect, which has been in Yuzhou for hundreds of years but has always clearly stood on the side of Daqian, is naturally the first to bear the brunt.

He also knew that if he took a step back, the sky would be wider.

He just enjoyed the benefits of being Daqian's number one henchman in Yuzhou for hundreds of years.

Now is naturally the time to settle the cause and effect.

“I can’t withdraw.”

A silent sigh expressed the helplessness in troubled times.

Even though he was already a powerful celestial being, standing at the top of all the martial artists in the Tianwu Continent.

In this troubled world, we are nothing but floating duckweed.

I can only go with the flow.

As night falls, the moonlight sprinkles on the Zixia Taoist Sect like water.

The entire Taoist sect fell into silence, with only the occasional footsteps of patrolling disciples breaking the tranquility.

However, beneath this tranquility lies a solemn atmosphere and tense emotions.

At dawn the next day.

As the war drums rumbled in the military camp at the foot of the mountain, the deafening shouts and the neighing of war horses intertwined.

The military formation carefully arranged by the generals of the Night Evil Army was activated.

For a moment, the battlefield was filled with fluttering flags and swords and spears.

The blood of the soldiers and the evil spirit on the battlefield intertwined and soared into the sky, forming an invisible sense of oppression. This force was so strong that it seemed to be able to shake the heaven and earth.

The vital energy of heaven and earth inside and outside Zixia Mountain was stirred into chaos.

Faced with this powerful warrior blood and battlefield evil spirit.

The practitioners of Zixia Taoist sect felt unprecedented pressure.

They rushed out of the mountain gate to meet this sudden battle.

However, when they faced the Night Fury Army's large-scale military formation, they felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

Those martial arts figures who practice internal strength have many advantages over the battlefield warriors who practice internal strength.

But at this moment, facing the approaching army, he was suppressed by the bloodiness of the soldiers and the murderous aura of the battlefield.

Their internal energy seemed to be restrained by an invisible force, making it difficult for them to circulate freely.

The internal energy that could have been easily controlled now disappeared without a trace, like a drop in the ocean.

One can only exert 30% to 40% of his full strength, which is undoubtedly a fatal blow to the martial arts cultivators who practice inner strength.

The leader of the Zixia Taoist sect stood in front of the mountain gate, watching the Yesha army marching in as if they were in an empty space, his heart filled with helplessness and grief.

He knew very well that the internal force sects were truly powerless against the evil spirit of the army.

This deep feeling of powerlessness made him feel unprecedentedly frustrated.

The military formation was slowly moving, as if an invisible force was controlling the changes in the situation.

The originally clear spiritual energy of Zixia Mountain became chaotic at this moment, as if disturbed by a powerful force.

At this time, at the forefront of the Night Fury Army, a general was riding a black warhorse, looking very majestic.

Holding a four-edged tiger-head purple gold hammer, he was as imposing as a rainbow.

It is Gongsun Yang, the Golden Hammer General from the Eastern Han Dynasty who has just joined the Night King’s army in Yuzhou!
"You cowardly turtle from Zixia Dao Sect, do you dare to come out and fight?"

His eyes were as sharp as torches, staring straight at the gate of Zixia Mountain and shouting loudly.

The sound was as loud as a bell, echoing between the valleys and shaking people's hearts.

Gongsun Yang's figure appeared even more majestic and domineering in the afterglow of the setting sun, as if a god had descended to the earth.

"Gongsun Yang, what exactly is the purpose of your Night Demon Army's attack this time?"

The leader of the Zixia Taoist sect came out upon hearing the voice. He stood in front of the mountain gate, stared at Gongsun Yang, and said in a deep voice.

"Humph! Zixia Daoism has occupied Yuzhou for many years and enjoyed the protection of Daqian. Now that Daqian is declining, you are still clinging to your old master. You don't know the current situation!"

"The Night Evil Army has come here this time to ask you to submit to the Night King and work together for the great cause!"

Gongsun Yang sneered and swung the purple gold hammer towards the leader.

"Gongsun Yang, you traitors and rebels are to be killed by everyone."

"Although my Zixia Taoist sect is a martial arts sect, we also know how to write the words loyalty and righteousness!"

"It is wishful thinking for you to make us submit to you, the Night King!"

The leader was furious when he heard this.

"If you don't accept my toast, I'll drink the wine for you!"

"Since you are so stubborn, don't blame me for being rude!"

"Today, let Zixia Mountain see blood!"

Gongsun Yang was not surprised to hear this, because today he was aiming to wipe out your Zixia Taoist sect.

It's to kill the chicken to scare the monkey.

After saying that, he swung the purple gold hammer and rode his horse towards Zixia Mountain.

The Night Evil Army followed closely behind, and the military formation moved even faster. The blood of the soldiers and the evil spirit of the battlefield soared into the sky.

The entire Zixia Mountain was shrouded in a solemn and murderous atmosphere.

Upon seeing this, the headmaster immediately waved his hand to signal his disciples to prepare for battle.

The monks of Zixia Taoist sect drew their weapons and prepared for battle.

Although they were suppressed by the military formation, the fighting spirit in their hearts was not diminished at all.

A great war was about to break out, and the sky above Zixia Mountain was filled with thick smoke and the smell of war.

The two sides are at war with each other and are on the verge of breaking out.

(End of this chapter)