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Chapter  477, [Guarding the Heavenly Gate]

For the foreign races, they already had a general understanding of the Demon Sect's power.

The Master is currently an unsolvable existence, unless a deity intervenes, otherwise, even if the Supreme Lord personally went to confront him directly, the outcome would still be uncertain.

The most troublesome would then be the Master's disciples, and that world's strongest sword - "The Sword Qi is Near"!

By the way, it's said that the Demon Sect still houses a once old servant of the Master. When the two sword sects came to ask about the sword, this mute old man suppressed his cultivation base, to match that of Ping Shanhai, and then with two casual sword strokes, defeated Ping Shanhai, the wielder of the Divine Sword.

These people made the Great Sacrificial Rite apprehensive.

Among the disciples of the Master, he had battled Gu Xiaoman, and he was very clear that if his main body came, Gu Xiaoman would definitely not be his opponent.

As for the other disciples of the Master, it's needless to mention.

The third disciple was said to be a Talisman Master, whose realm should also be the eighth realm.

The fourth disciple is just a small Cat Demon, whom the Great Sacrificial Rite had seen.

The junior disciple, who made the Great Sacrificial Rite gnash his teeth, was indeed Lu Xun.

"If there's a chance, I must personally kill him." The Great Sacrificial Rite said in his heart. "No! I can't kill him easily, I must torture him well!"

In the eyes of ordinary cultivators, Lu Xun would already be considered a master, but in the eye of the Great Sacrificial Rite, he remained no different than an ant.

Upon analyzing this, the Great Sacrificial Rite felt that bringing along the Supreme Lord's three avatars to the Demon Sect, accompanied by a few high-ranking aliens, could entirely crush the Eastern Demon Sect!

Furthermore, from the currently obtained intel, it could be concluded that the Demon Sect had numerous masters who had gone to other continents for support. This meant that the current defense of the Eastern Demon Sect was weak.

In their eyes, let alone the Demon Sect, even the entire Eastern region, having the Master alone to guard was enough.

Thinking of this, the Great Sacrificial Rite suddenly realized that now was indeed the best opportunity to invade the Eastern region.

"This is an excessive trust in the Master." The Great Sacrificial Rite could guess the thoughts of the Demon Sect.

In their eyes, let alone the Demon Sect, even the entire Eastern region, having the Master alone to guard was enough.

Thinking of this, the Great Sacrificial Rite suddenly realized that now was indeed the best opportunity to invade the Eastern region.

The Supreme Lord lowered his head to look at the visibly changing Great Sacrificial Rite, and solemnly said: "You may prepare early." n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Yes!" The Great Sacrificial Rite agreed respectfully.

The Supreme Lord nodded, then waved his hand, and three shadows slightly smaller than him emerged.

The three shadows were about two meters tall each, looked identical, and had power at the ninth realm, equivalent to a level of 94.

Among them, any one could confront the Great Sacrificial Rite directly, their power was on par.

However, compared to the Great Sacrificial Rite and the Second Priest's avatars, the Supreme Lord's avatars were more like walking corpses, much like three puppets.

The Great Sacrificial Rite knew that this was because the avatars were not weak, and the Supreme Lord had up to 9 avatars. If a part of their spiritual wisdom weren't stripped away, these 9 avatars could gang up to overpower him, their original body.

And the count of these nine avatars made the Great Sacrificial Rite incredibly envious.

The Supreme Lord raised his right hand and casually tossed a simple bracelet to the Great Sacrificial Rite.

The Great Sacrificial Rite received it and looked downwards.

The bracelet was just a simple black cord, threaded through a blood-colored pearl.

Inside the pearl, a drop of black-purple blood flowed on the pearl's wall, flickering with a dim red light.

It was a drop of the Supreme Lord's lifeblood essence.

"Wear it, and they will obey your command." The Supreme Lord said indifferently.

"Yes." The Great Sacrificial Rite carefully put on the bracelet, and after wearing it, he found a light connection between himself and the three avatars, each over two meters tall.

Though it was far from telepathy, it was enough to control them.

To be honest, in the Great Sacrificial Rite's mind, these three avatars were only there to help him with assistance, he didn't plan to make them the main force in the frontal assault.

It couldn't be helped, after all, they were the leader's properties.

When the leader lends you some stuff, you need to use them well, you can't misuse them.

In the eyes of the Great Sacrificial Rite, it would be alright if he himself gets injured, but he shouldn't harm these three avatars.

In this matter, he was quite experienced.

The Supreme Lord looked down at him, and then said, "You may leave."

"Yes." The Great Sacrificial Rite disappeared from the island, making his way towards the Eastern Region.

Although there were still 3 days of time, which was quite ample, he could totally slaughter all the way through.

Being the bloodthirstiest amongst the three priests, how could he not participate in this third wave of foreign invasion?

He was starting from the Ink Sea towards the Eastern Region, and the Southern Territory was a necessary path.

"Let's start from the Southern Territory first." With that, a strange smile appeared on the Great Sacrificial Rite's youthful face, looking a bit like Zhang Zifeng's smile from the movie "Chinatown Detective."

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Three Thousand Mountains, Tianque Gate.

At the moment it was supposed to be sundown, the day hadn't completely darkened yet. But just then, darkness suddenly shrouded the earth.

A depressing aura permeated everywhere in the Heavenly Dust Continent, making people feel uncomfortable all over.

All signs indicated that something big was about to happen.

Mo Beipo had already received the early warning from the Demon Sect.

"The third wave of the foreign race's assault will be more fearsome than the previous two combined." Mo Beipo pondered this sentence, his face stern.

The first two invasions of the foreign race had barely been fended off in the Three Thousand Mountain Area.

Now, he had no idea what the final situation would look like.

The Three Thousand Mountain Area was populated with numerous Sects and a particularly large number of players, which meant there was no shortage of cultivators. In terms of density, it was even rather crowded.

But the problem was that there was an acute shortage of strong individuals here!

In the vast expanse of the Three Thousand Mountains, not a single Seventh Realm powerhouse could be found. Great Cultivators like Mo Beipo, who were at the Sixth Realm, were already considered the backbone of the Three Thousand Mountains.

If there were few high-ranking members of the foreign race, or no particularly strong members in their ranks, it would be easier to deal with.

But if there were several high-ranking members of the foreign race equivalent to the Seventh Realm, things would become extremely tricky.

In order to win when outnumbered and outpowered, they could only... sacrifice people!

At this moment, Mo Beipo was kneeling in the ancestral temple. The dwarf-like man raised his head to look at the rows of ancestral masters, silently bowing thrice.

"Mo Beipo was once a little beggar in a small town at the foot of the mountain. Without parents, my stomach was not always full. I was so hungry that I had to fight stray dogs for food sometimes."

"Thanks to my master's favor, he noticed my potential and took me into the Sect, taught me to read and write, and taught me the methods of cultivation, treating me as if I were his own."

"Back then, the little begger in the small town never imagined that one day he would sit in the position of a Sect Leader."

"My disciples respect me, my brothers and sisters help me, and my ancestors forcefully broke through the death passage to save my life."

"Everything I have today is given by the Sect."

This dwarf kept his head to the ground, continuously chanting words with his forehead touching the floor.

"Today, I will live up to the kindness of the Sect."

After saying these words, he stood up and pushed open the door of the ancestral hall.

He reached out his hand and the spear, "Lone Bravery", which was taller than him, fell into his hand.

Outside the door, a group of Elders of the Tianque Gate had been waiting for some time.

"Brothers and sisters, do you remember the Ghost King we encountered when we were traveling down the mountain for training?" Mo Beipo seemed to remember something and suddenly laughed.

"How can we forget! If it wasn't for my one sword, the Fifth Brother would have died early!" The third Elder of the Tianque Gate laughed.

"Don't joke about it here, Third Brother. After you saved me, I made up for it by cutting down the Ghost King. If not, you would have died on the spot. At most, I owe you half a life." The fifth Elder said indignantly.

The Elders bantered back and forth, smiling all the while.

At that time, they were only Third or Fourth Realm cultivators, yet they encountered a Fifth Realm Ghost King at the foot of the mountain.

With their cultivation base, they could have escaped together, but they didn't.

That was because behind them was a small village. They had asked for water there, and the village chief even made them a roast chicken.

Moreover, they were young and felt so proud every time they heard the respectful calls of "Immortal Master".

Eventually, everyone paid the price of heavy injuries and killed the Ghost King.

After returning to the Sect, they answered their master's questions truthfully. He was the previous Sect Leader of the Tianque Gate.

The Master didn't compliment them but poured a big bowl of wine for everyone that night. He drank merrily and proudly.

After getting drunk, the usually reticent master finally laughed out loud, "Look around the entire Three Thousand Mountains. Which cultivator's disciples is like mine? At such a young age, they protected a village and killed a Ghost King!"

At that time, Tianque Gate was still on the downhill. The master's burden was heavy, but he drank exceptionally happily that day. The reason was simple - he saw responsibility in his disciples!

Now, the youngsters of that time had become Sect Leaders and Elders.

They looked at each other and smiled, as if they were encountering the Ghost King just as they did back then.

"Brothers and sisters, are any of you afraid?" Mo Beipo squinted and smiled.

"What is Sect Leader talking about? Even if we die today, wouldn't we still earn a lavish compliment from Master in the afterlife!?"

"Even though we might die, we will not lose honor!"

"Hahahaha! Even though we might die, we will not lose honor!"

Upon hearing this, Mo Beipo let out a hearty laugh. This dwarf-like figure even exuded a sense of heroic spirit.

Under the leadership of Mo Beipo, they got up and flew towards the outside of the Sect.

Mo Beipo was holding his long spear, "Lone Bravery", and looking up at the sky which was so dark that not even starlight was visible.

The dwarf gritted his teeth and said:

"Today, our Tianque Gate will guard this Heavenly Gate!"

A deadly battle was unavoidable!

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