Chapter 83: A Miserable War

“I’ll crawl… I don’t want to die.” At this moment, an outer disciple, unable to bear the torment in his heart, crawled over like a dog.

This disciple wore a look of pitiful begging, with not a trace of the demeanor of a Holy Demon Sect disciple left.

Then more outer disciples softened. They didn’t want to fight desperately for the Holy Demon Sect; they had only come to train in martial arts. Now that others had come to destroy their sect, how could they be willing to sacrifice their lives?

Some only wanted to cling to their lives.

The elders and some inner disciples, watching these outer disciples crawl like dogs to beg for mercy, were both indignant and heartbroken.

These were the disciples of the Holy Demon Sect…

Lin Fan watched all this in silence. These people were unworthy of being sect disciples.

Even if taken in by the Nine Great Sects, they would be treated like dogs from now on.

“Emperor Yan, I am the son of the Guardian of the Kingdom. I don’t want to die. I surrender. I came to the Holy Demon Sect only to learn higher martial arts. My heart belongs to the imperial court.”

…

Among the tens of thousands in the sect, not a few feared death. Now, tempted by the old woman of the Blue Sea, many outer disciples wavered. This was their only hope of survival.

Though the Holy Demon Sect had treated them well, compared to life itself, what was the debt of nurturing?

The people of the Nine Great Sects watched the scene at the Holy Demon Sect and laughed wildly. In their eyes, those disciples who betrayed the sect for their lives were as base as dogs.

“Two breaths.” The old woman of the Blue Sea’s voice was gloomy, a faint glimmer flickering beneath her drooping eyelids.

Now the hearts of the outer disciples had been shaken, and even some inner disciples were hesitant.

Death or life.

“Sect Leader, I don’t want to die.” At this moment, a somewhat famous inner disciple suddenly flew out from the crowd and crawled as fast as a dog toward the old woman of the Blue Sea.

“Junior Brother Wu, as an inner disciple, you actually betray the sect. Do you have any conscience? Can you face the sect?” Many were outraged that an inner disciple at the first level of Spirit Entering would abandon his dignity and the sect to beg for mercy from the enemy.

The Holy Demon Ancestor watched everything without speaking or stopping, as if observing how many would ultimately betray the sect.

“Senior Brother Wu, you beast, I, Wang Tianfeng, once respected you.” Wang Tianfeng, who used to bully weaker junior brothers in the sect, pointed angrily at the traitorous Senior Brother Wu.

In the crowd, Fang Han and Han Lu exchanged glances. They didn’t want to die.

Their lives had just begun. Especially Fang Han, who didn’t want to die. He had inherited the Demon Emperor’s legacy; how could he die before making his mark?

But to crawl like a dog, as the future Demon Emperor, was something Fang Han could not tolerate.

But…

“I don’t want to die.” Fang Han stepped forward and, like the senior brothers before him, crawled toward the old woman.

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

Lin Fan watched all this, frowning slightly. If this continued, even more disciples might betray the sect.

“How about it, Holy Demon Ancestor? These are the disciples you’ve taught—all cowards who fear death.” The old woman of the Blue Sea laughed wildly, her wrinkles twisting hideously with her smile.

“Disciples of the Holy Demon Sect! Today, a powerful sect seeks to destroy us. Even if we fight to the last man, even if we shed the last drop of blood, the Holy Demon Sect will never yield!”

“Fight!”

“Even if we fight to the last person, we will never admit defeat!”

…

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

Lin Fan clenched his fists.

“Kill!”

A thunderous roar shook the entire Holy Demon Sect.

The people of the Nine Great Sects looked down disdainfully at the Holy Demon Sect disciples below.

Those below the innate realm were all ants—no matter how many came, they could be killed, utterly useless.

In terms of top combat power alone, the combined Nine Great Sects could crush the Holy Demon Sect.

A miserable war broke out.

Screams and wails filled the air.

Enemies at the Spirit Entering realm waved their hands, and inner disciples of the Holy Demon Sect fell in droves, without even a chance to fight back.

Lin Fan roared, relying on the Indestructible Golden Body to charge recklessly, using his physical strength to fight against the Spirit Entering enemies.

Though outmatched, Lin Fan was fearless. Even if he died, he would take a few with him.

The sect masters of the Nine Great Sects joined forces to pressure the Holy Demon Ancestor. The sky shattered, the earth split, and mountains and rivers broke apart. The battle between Great Heaven realm experts surpassed all imagination.

“I’ll fight you to the death!” On the battlefield, the low-cultivation Wang Tianfeng, unafraid of death, charged at the traitorous senior and junior brothers.

“Betraying the sect means death. I’ll chop you all!” Wang Tianfeng, an outer disciple at merely the seventh level of Houtian, was utterly insignificant in the eyes of those traitorous disciples.

Fang Han, keeping an eye on all directions, prepared to escape in the chaos. Seeing Wang Tianfeng charging recklessly, a cold smile curled on his lips.

The grudge from the cafeteria that day was just the right time to settle.

…

“Senior Brother, let’s stay 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 too low to be of any use.

“Junior Brother, today might be the last battle for us three. I hope in the next life, we can still be brothers. Kill!”

Lin Fan held nothing back. He activated his invisibility, used Phantom Steps, and drew his sword to assassinate enemies at the first level of Spirit Entering.

Lin Fan noticed a problem: though his true essence had surged and his cultivation level had risen, his combat power was extraordinary among his peers.

Even against enemies at the first level of Spirit Entering, Lin Fan had the ability to kill across realms.

“Fang Han, Han Lu, you will die a miserable death!” At this moment, Wang Tianfeng’s eyes were bloodshot. His chest had caved in from a palm strike by Fang Han, and he spat out mouthfuls of blood.

Fang Han and Han Lu glanced at him contemptuously, then quickly retreated. They couldn’t stay long; they had to leave.

Lin Fan fought all the way, his body stained with blood—some from the Nine Great Sects’ disciples, some his own.

“Senior Brother Wang, are you alright?” Lin Fan saw Wang Tianfeng on the verge of death and hurried over.

“Junior Brother Lin…” Wang Tianfeng was already beyond saving. He gave Lin Fan a faint smile. “Those two traitors will die a miserable death.”

“Senior Brother Wang.” Watching Senior Brother Wang close his eyes and breathe his last, Lin Fan swayed. Looking at the sect littered with corpses, he gritted his teeth.

This was a brutal war—kill or be killed. Senior Brother Wang, who once liked to bully weaker junior brothers, had died for the sect. Though he wasn’t a good person, his heart was something the traitorous disciples could never match. Even geniuses were not a ten-thousandth of Senior Brother Wang.