From the moment Zhao Ya aggressively struck to the death of Ye Xunhuan, the entire process seemed complex when told, yet in reality, it took less than a minute.
After Zhao Ya left, many only then realized, staring blankly at Ye Xunhuan’s body on the ground.
This was undoubtedly a significant blow to the morale of the three families’ allied forces.
After all, Ye Xunhuan had been the one in command from the rear all along.
But who could have imagined that in just a moment, Ye Xunhuan would be dead.
Just as these people were dumbfounded, on the side of Azure Dragon Temple, the morale surged.
Tian Yixin shouted, "Brothers, that sissy was killed by our junior brother Zhao Ya, charge, and drive these bastards out."
In no time, even though outnumbered, the Southern Azure Dragon formed a counter-offensive, forcing the three families’ allied forces to retreat repeatedly.
At the same time, a commotion erupted among the spectators in the distance.
"Who is that kid? Such a brilliant skill!" Someone asked attentively.
"Isn’t that Zhao Ya, who has recently gained fame in Southern Azure Dragon?"
"What was that loud noise just now? Why does it look like the dead Ye Xunhuan was holding something like firearms?"
"Impossible, do firearms possess such power?"
Various discussions rose and fell, with many curious about the object Ye Xunhuan produced at the end.
But soon, the discussions faded away.
Not only did they fall silent, but even the previously chaotic battlefield suddenly quieted down.
Because at that moment, a series of bells suddenly rang from the distant Azure Dragon Temple.
"It’s the warning bell!"
"Quick! Retreat!"
The people of Southern Azure Dragon, upon hearing the bells, all had a drastic change in expression and immediately started to run back, ignoring the advantageous situation before them.
Because the warning bell is only rung when the sect faces a major crisis.
Now as the bells ring, there’s only one possibility.
That Jingping Saint has broken through Elder Guo Luming’s interception and is heading towards Azure Dragon Temple.
Indeed, it was as these people anticipated.
Just half a cup of tea’s time ago in the depths of the forest, Jingping Saint and Guo Luming were fighting desperately, the battle already reaching a fever pitch.
Among the spectators, including Nan Liangyu, everyone held their breath, watching without blinking.
Soon, subtle changes occurred in what seemed to be an evenly matched battlefield.
Guo Luming’s face grew increasingly pale, and his movements showed signs of slowing.
Clearly, he was on the brink of defeat.
Sure enough.
Just a moment later, Jingping Saint suddenly let out a cold laugh, seizing a gap, and flicked his finger.
This flick landed precisely on Guo Luming’s chest.
Then Guo Luming spewed blood wildly and flew backward.
"Elder Guo!"
Shen Yunshen cried out in shock, mustering all his remaining strength, rushing to catch Guo Luming in mid-air.
Looking at Guo Luming at that moment, his complexion was as pale as paper, blood flowing, unable to speak.
"Old fool, you brought this upon yourself!"
After saying this, Jingping Saint couldn’t be bothered to look at the two of them and leaped towards Azure Dragon Temple.
In his eyes, having been struck by his finger, Guo Luming would be crippled, if not dead, so he was not worth any attention.
His target, after all, was the Azure Dragon Root Map.
Only by devouring it could he suppress all wish power within, thus truly embarking on the path to divinity.
With this thought, a fanatical gleam flickered in Jingping Saint’s eyes, and in an instant, he smashed through the tightly closed mountain gate, breaking into the Azure Dragon Temple.