But Baili Xukong couldn't have cared less about any of that. He seized the remaining half of Ling Muzi's body and raised it high like a war trophy.
"All generals of the Prison Sect, heed my command!"
"After this battle, you may bring the heads of those dog thieves from the Seven Realms Holy Temple to me and claim your rewards!"
His words had barely left his lips when the voices of the Prison Sect members echoed back from the distance.
"Lord Prison Marshal, we fight for the Young Master. We need no rewards!"
And those among them who had been holding the severed heads of the Seven Realms Holy Temple members as trophies in their hands tossed them all away, one after another.
"Good."
Seeing this, Baili Xukong was thoroughly satisfied. He gripped his divine greatblade and soared into the sky.
Like a god of slaughter, he darted swiftly between the warships of the Seven Realms Holy Temple.
Wherever he went, ships shattered, people were torn apart, and blood splattered in every direction.
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But such a scene was not limited to the areas where Baili Xukong passed through.
The Prison Sect's army had launched their assault on the Seven Realms Holy Temple's forces in a formation that encircled them.
Nearly everywhere the Prison Sect and the Seven Realms Holy Temple clashed simultaneously, this same scene was unfolding.
And from Chu Feng's vantage point, the blood mist formed from the blood of the Seven Realms Holy Temple members filled every direction.
But more horrifying than that blood mist were the wretched, agonized screams of the Seven Realms Holy Temple cultivators.
The Prison Sect members were not merely carrying out a slaughter — they were like a pack of frenzied wolves, madly tearing into the people of the Seven Realms Holy Temple, venting all their fury.
"Damn, Chu Feng."
"Your grandfather really has that kind of influence?"
"So even Baili Xukong, upon learning your identity, immediately made his decision."
"In that case, the only one in the Prison Sect who's actually rotten is that Dongfang Hansong?"
"Damn, the Prison Sect's methods are vicious enough. And they keep claiming they're not some heretical sect — would any orthodox faction ever be this ruthless?"
"Still, even though their methods are cruel, why do I find them so appealing? Haha."
The scene unfolding before them even took Egg by surprise, and she watched with great delight.
As for Chu Feng, his feelings were a tangled mess. These were people from the Prison Sect — people who had previously tried every means possible to kill him.
Just moments ago, Chu Feng had been slaughtering their forces, and their killing intent toward him had been absolutely overwhelming.
Yet upon learning that he was the grandson of the Prison Lord, they had cast everything aside to help him fight against the people of the Seven Realms Holy Temple.
They themselves had no grudge against the Seven Realms Holy Temple.
But their actions now clearly spoke of a deep-seated hatred.
All of this was because of Chu Feng.
This caused even the well-traveled Chu Feng to feel quite a shock deep inside.
In the end, he could only let out a sigh:
"The Prison Sect really is something of interest."
……
The palace where Dongfang Hansong was located was isolated from the outside world.
Inside, it had already transformed into a blood-red grand formation.
However, the grand formation had now reached its end.
Dongfang Hansong's subordinates were collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath, all of them having expended tremendous energy.
Only the six from the neutral faction not only showed no signs of weakness, but instead their entire bearing had undergone a complete transformation.
Although, they had only barely recovered to the cultivation of a Fifth Level Heavenly God, their battle prowess was all compromised.
But a Fifth Level Heavenly God was still, at the end of the day, a Fifth Level Heavenly God.
They were no longer six frail old men incapable of even binding a chicken. Once more, they had regained the aura of true powerhouses.
As for Dongfang Hansong, who had helped them recover their cultivation, his state was absolutely miserable.
Not only had he completely transformed into a soul body, but his condition was even worse than Xiahou Jue's.
He knelt weakly on the ground.
At any moment, he could dissipate into nothingness.
"Dongfang Hansong, don't think that returning our cultivation to us means we will forgive you."
"The crimes you have committed will never be forgiven by the Prison Sect. You... will be nailed forever to the Pillar of Shame of our Prison Sect."
Lie Shan gazed at Dongfang Hansong, his face still raging with fury.
It was not just him. Even Cang Li could not forgive Dongfang Hansong.
What had happened between them personally could perhaps have been forgiven, but when it involved the Prison Lord, there was absolutely no room for pardon.
Once the six neutral elders had recovered their cultivation, they immediately headed out of the palace.
Even Dongfang Hansong's subordinates, who had been drained to the point of near collapse, struggled to their feet.
They wanted to assist the six elders in resolving the current crisis.
But just then, Dongfang Hansong spoke weakly.
"My lords, I, Dongfang Hansong, am a traitor to the sect. I do not presume to ask for your forgiveness."
"But Chen Hui, he has always been loyal to the Prison Sect."