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 transformed into a lengthy sword, though not excessively so—it resembled a standard long sword. At present, this sword was soaring through the blood sea. Seated across from Zhao Hai were two figures: Li Daya and Tu Ling.

Li Daya sipped from the spiritual wine placed before him and glanced toward Zhao Hai. "Not bad, you're truly impressive. This inner space manages to accommodate so many individuals. Impressive indeed. Moreover, your spiritual wine is exceptional. Make sure to supply me with more going forward." Li Daya came across as a direct sort of man, with a clear fondness for spiritual wine. He hadn't paused in his drinking since stepping into the inner space.

Tu Ling, meanwhile, remained mostly quiet, yet he kept sipping steadily. It was evident he enjoyed the spiritual wine Zhao Hai had offered. Upon hearing Li Daya's remark, Zhao Hai smiled faintly and responded, "Yes, Elder Li, rest assured. I'll certainly provide you with more spiritual wine ahead. 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 a shortage of spiritual wine in the days to come."

Li Daya regarded Zhao Hai and gave a nod. "Impressive, you're genuinely promising. It seems the sect won't lack for successors anymore. With your presence, the sect is bound to flourish even further. 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 concern for the sect's welfare. They wouldn't oppose Zhao Hai merely due to his affiliation elsewhere. Such actions were unthinkable, as they always prioritized the sect's greater good. Zhao Hai's excellence only strengthened the sect, which aligned perfectly with their desires, so naturally, they posed no threat to him.

In a grave tone, Tu Ling inquired, "How much longer until we arrive at Lone Mountain Island? Will we get word 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 over this issue the most. Earlier, they'd employed a portable teleportation array, but lacking the precise coordinates for Lone Mountain Island, they could only warp to the nearest spot and proceed from there.

Zhao Hai checked the external surroundings and replied solemnly, "Four hours remain before we reach Lone Mountain Island. We'll pick up news from the great elder upon arrival, though I suspect he's already launching his assault by this point." With that, silence enveloped the trio. Their minds turned to the unfolding events at Flowing Light Island. The success of their strategy hinged largely on the outcome of that confrontation.

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 personal magic weapons. Crowds of disciples stood upon these enlarged artifacts, gripping their own magic weapons and glaring at Flowing Light Island with murderous resolve.

The inhabitants of Flowing Light Island had spotted them without doubt. All disciples on the island clustered defensively, weapons in hand of every variety. They eyed the steadily advancing Blood Slaughter Sect forces, particularly their vanguard, Du Wansha. Though many in the Thirteen Family Alliance were unfamiliar with Du Wansha personally, his notorious savagery was legendary. The scar marring his face and his solitary eye confirmed his identity to all.

The moment Du Wansha came into view, gasps rippled through the Flowing Light Island disciples. Over recent years, he'd focused on sect administration, seldom venturing into the wider martial world. Yet his terrifying legacy endured. He'd wielded the God-Slaying Blade against other major sects, even obliterating the Sen Luo Palace of the Thirteen Family Alliance. This made Elder Du Wansha a figure they knew all too well, inspiring dread in their ranks.

A man's fame casts a long shadow, much like a tree's. Du Wansha's brutal renown alone sufficed to instill terror in anyone aware of it. Thus, the disciples' fearful response was entirely expected. Flowing Light Island also hosted a Thirteen Family Alliance commander: a fifty-something elder, not particularly tall, with graying hair, exuding vitality as he stood firm. 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 protective array served purely for defense, lacking any means to strike back. Had this been the Blood Slaughter Sect's western defensive perimeter, any island's array there would unleash attacks from twenty miles out.

Du Wansha, atop his battle saber, fixed his single eye on the island. Flowing Light Island earned its name from a peculiar tiny insect dwelling there. This creature emitted a blue glow from its form. Come nightfall, as these insects took flight, the island shimmered with cascading lights, hence the moniker.

Daylight hid such splendor, leaving Du Wansha uninterested in the vista anyway. His gaze instead pierced toward the island's defenders, zeroing in on the airborne elder balanced on a long sword. That elder led the Thirteen Family Alliance, bearing the surname Mo—full name Mo Daoming, alias Meteor Sword. His Meteor Sword technique ranked among the blood sea realm's mightiest, backed by formidable power.

Du Wansha knew Mo Daoming well and, upon spotting him, erupted into laughter. "Old Mo, who would've thought you'd step up to lead the charge? What's the matter? Did your allies abandon you, shoving you forward to meet your end?" He and Mo Daoming shared a history of clashes, with Du Wansha holding a clear edge in strength. Dispatching Mo Daoming, however, wouldn't prove simple.

Mo Daoming eyed Du Wansha and let out a cold huff. "Du Wansha, isn't it outrageous for your Blood Slaughter Sect to target our Thirteen Family Alliance? You know full well the seven great sects aimed to crush the Blood Slaughter Sect this round. Yet you shy from confronting those giants and instead bully our alliance. Where's the justice in that?"

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

Mo Daoming shot Du Wansha a sneering glance. "We never provoked those families to rebel. They reached out to us first. Your Blood Slaughter Sect's oppression drove them to oppose you. Yet you're dumping all fault on our heads. How does that even make sense?"

Du Wansha sneered back at Mo Daoming. "Spare me, Old Mo. I'm done debating this with you. Your Thirteen Families have banded together and struck at our Blood Slaughter Sect repeatedly in the past. Time to square all accounts, fresh and ancient alike. Prepare to perish." With those words, Du Wansha drew forth his God-Slaying Blade.

The instant Mo Daoming beheld the God-Slaying Blade in Du Wansha's grasp, his expression twisted in alarm. He hadn't anticipated the Blood Slaughter Sect unveiling that weapon so soon again. A solo assault from Du Wansha wouldn't overly concern him; though powerful and beyond solo handling, Mo Daoming could manage with allies' aid. Plus, their Meteoric Island boasted the United Formation, intertwined with thirty-five others. Anchored by that, they could repel Du Wansha's onslaught.

But the God-Slaying Blade's emergence altered everything. As one of the blood sea realm's premier magic weapons, its might was unmatched. With Du Wansha brandishing it, uncertainty loomed over whether the island's protective array could endure.

This realization prompted Mo Daoming to bark, "All hands, stay alert! Pour everything into activating the island's protective array! We have to repel the invaders' assault!" A chorus of affirmations rang out, and orders flew swiftly. The island teemed with disciples who funneled their dharmic power into the array without delay. The protective array's glow intensified abruptly, while a colossal Eight Trigrams pattern materialized across it.

"Let's test the resilience of your island's protective array!" Du Wansha snorted coldly. He then hoisted the God-Slaying Blade, channeling his dharmic power into it. In the next breath, he swung it downward. A blade light, solid and spanning a hundred meters, burst from the weapon. Its speed was blinding; one end detached as the other already hammered the array. The velocity left a prolonged red trail, as if the light remained tethered to the blade.

Simultaneously, an overwhelming wave of killing intent erupted from the God-Slaying Blade. Trailing the blade light, it slammed into Flowing Light Island's protective array with thunderous force. The array rippled violently, the whole island quaking as if under assault. The disciples fueling the array shuddered like they'd been thunderstruck, a colossal impact hurling them skyward over ten meters before they crashed down.

Those who hit the ground bore faces turned ashen and bruised, blood streaming from every orifice. The strike had outright shocked them to death. Echoing across the island came deafening blasts. Mo Daoming's visage darkened at the noise—he recognized it as the runes of the island's array fracturing. At this rate, the array wouldn't survive many more blows from Du Wansha.