However, martial artists who hadn't reached the level of Great Grandmaster could not sense it, only feeling that those from the Yin Gui Sect seemed very powerful.

"Amitabha. After many years, Headmaster Zhu, your cultivation level has greatly advanced, and your charm surpasses the past. Congratulations."

Fan Qinghui stepped forward. Even if the enemy was strong, as the leader of Cihang Temple, she could not retreat.

"Hehe, I'm certainly doing very well, but it's a pity you haven't made much progress!" Zhu Yuyan let out a light laugh, her gaze falling upon Fan Qinghui.

Fan Qinghui was no longer young, but her appearance still resembled that of someone in her twenties or thirties. Her figure was full, her demeanor gentle and beautiful, truly worthy of the title Immortal of Cihang Temple that once dazzled the Jianghu martial arts community, even bewitching Heavenly Blade Song Que and turning his Divine Soul upside down. Even now, her skin was like jade, flawless. Although she was a nun, this did not detract from her charm but rather added a sacred purity and compassion characteristic of the ordained.

Next to her stood a stunningly beautiful young girl. She wore a light cyan robe that fluttered with the breeze, exuding an air of elegance and poise. An elegantly designed ancient sword hung on her back, adding a noble and valiant touch to her bearing. Her beautiful and serene face, her graceful and perfect figure, and her enchanting curves were like the embodiment of natural beauty, dazzling from every angle. She was ethereal and transcendent, like a fairy from the heavens.

She was Fan Qinghui's disciple, Shi Feixuan, the current successor of Cihang Temple. Her gaze settled on Shangshang, who was next to Zhu Yuyan. The two women looked like natural enemies, their eyes clashing, sparks flying.

"Amitabha. The pursuit of the Dao is about cultivating the mind, not about the temporary superiority of martial arts. Headmaster Zhu, you are attached to appearances!" Fan Qinghui said calmly, neither happy nor sad.

"Is that so? Then today, I'd like to see if your heart can indeed protect you," Zhu Yuyan sneered, then said, "Fan Qinghui, don't say I didn't give you a chance. If you surrender, I might perhaps spare the others of Cihang Temple!"

"Demons of the Demon Sect, you dare to spout such boastful words even before Peak Emperor? Truly shameless!" roared Master Bu Chen, the leader of the Four Great Vajra from the Pure Zen Sect who had come to support. He had a fiery temper and couldn't hold back.

"And who is this baldy? When the Sect Leader speaks, it is not your place to interrupt! Come and meet your death!" Elder Yun of the Yin Gui Sect glanced at Master Bu Chen. She naturally recognized this old monk from the Pure Zen Sect, a cultivator at the Peak of Grandmaster with a renowned name, but now, she no longer regarded him with any importance.

"Demons of the Demon Sect! Though Buddha is merciful, He also has His wrathful Vajras!" Master Bu Chen, already hot-tempered, could not tolerate Elder Yun's insults. His figure suddenly shot forward, launching a Vajra Palm strike.

A golden palm mark about a zhang in size appeared, its terrifying aura sweeping in all directions, eliciting silent cheers from the surrounding powerhouses.

"Worthy of Master Bu Chen from the Pure Zen Sect! His first move is extraordinary!"

"With such a move, even if Zhu Yuyan has broken through to Great Grandmaster, she might not be able to easily block it!"

"Indeed, indeed!"

A group of onlookers, unaware that the Yin Gui Sect had already drastically changed, discussed animatedly among themselves.

However, Ning Daqi and others wore serious expressions; they were on guard against Zhu Yuyan while observing Elder Yun at the same time. They wanted to see if Elder Yun had truly broken through to the Great Grandmaster level.

"Die!"

Elder Yun, having received the grace of the God of Hongmeng, had broken through to Mid-level Great Grandmaster. With a flick of her jade-like hand, she conjured a large black palm print. The palm print, carrying a dreadful aura that suppressed all around, shattered Bu Chen's Vajra Palm without any hindrance and struck him squarely in the chest.

"Senior Brother!" Bu Chi, Not greedy, and Not afraid shouted in alarm, rushing forward, but they were too late to help.

"PUFF!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out as Master Bu Chen's figure flew backward like a torn doll, caught by the outstretched hands of Bu Chi and the other two.

"How is this possible?"

All the onlookers were dumbfounded. This was Master Bu Chen, the leader of the Four Great Vajra of the Pure Zen Sect, a warrior at the Peak of Grandmaster. To be seriously injured by a single palm strike!

Could this person be a Great Grandmaster?

Besides Zhu Yuyan, does the Yin Gui Sect have another Great Grandmaster?

The hearts of Ning Daqi, Song Que, Shi Zhixuan, and others sank. So, she really is a Great Grandmaster! Although they had previously sensed the opponent was a Great Grandmaster, they hadn't been certain. They had been holding onto a sliver of hope that they might have been mistaken. However, reality delivered a harsh blow: the opponent was indeed a Great Grandmaster. This meant their senses had been correct. The Yin Gui Sect had brought over a dozen Great Grandmasters, and there was also Zhu Yuyan, the Demon Gate Yinhou, whose depths of power were unknown!

"Kill!" Zhu Yuyan stood up, her formidable aura spreading out. She no longer wanted to waste words with them and directly gave the command.

"Yes, Sect Leader!"

In an instant, terrifying auras burst forth; a full twelve of these were the auras of Grandmaster Warriors.

"My heavens, how is this possible?"

"How could the Yin Gui Sect have so many Great Grandmasters?"

"If they had so many Great Grandmasters, they would have united the Jianghu and swept across the world long ago!"

Emperor Li Shimin, Yuwen Huaji, Wang Shichong, Li Mi, and countless martial artists were stunned. They could never have imagined that the Yin Gui Sect possessed so many Great Grandmasters. No wonder Zhu Yuyan dared to directly attack Cihang Temple.

"Zhu Yuyan, how can your Yin Gui Sect possibly have so many Great Grandmasters?" Fan Qinghui's usually calm and composed expression could no longer be maintained. She stared fixedly at Zhu Yuyan, her face a mask of disbelief. Even though Ning Daqi had told her before, actually seeing these individuals unleash the auras of Great Grandmasters still shook her beyond measure.

Zhu Yuyan's ascension to Great Grandmaster was one thing. But for Wen Caiting, Elder Yun, Elder Xia—figures who previously wouldn't have even caught her eye—to have also become Great Grandmasters was astounding.

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