Chapter 412

Chapter 412: Suffering Heavy Injuries

"You mean we pretend to be affected, activate the protective array halfway to trick them into thinking they succeeded, then fully deploy the Formation to catch them off guard when they attack?" Immortal Wind Dragon’s eyes lit up. "Brilliant!"

"First, let’s eliminate these backstabbing scoundrels!" Mr. Suan Mei declared. "Move!"

With a wave, he manipulated the protective array, instantly relocating the Eight Immortals around the Traitors.

The Traitors had been fantasizing about their rewards when they suddenly found themselves encircled by eight Immortals. Though their cyan glow hid them from the Formation’s detection, it didn’t conceal their presence. Caught red-handed, they reluctantly dispersed the light, revealing their faces.

Six individuals stood exposed—five men and one woman, all rogue Cultivators from Wanxing Sea. Their leader was a bald armored man named Old Fang.

He forced a grin. "Greetings, Immortals. All’s well, I trust?"

"This is a Forbidden Area," Mr. Suan Mei said coldly. "Explain your presence."

"We… got lost," Old Fang lied shamelessly.

"Do lost souls hide using divine skills?"

"We heard everything! You planned to sabotage the Formation’s core!"

"Enough games!" snapped one of the Seven Dragon True Immortals. "Old Fang, you’re a man of reputation. Why stoop to this cowardice?"

Three Immortals berated him until Old Fang flushed with shame. "Fine!" he barked. "We took bribes and betrayed allies. But we tried recruiting you first—you refused!"

"You didn’t want wealth, but why block us?" another Traitor sneered. "After all we’ve shared!"

"Wealth?" Mr. Suan Mei scoffed. "You’re digging graves! Coming from Wanxing Sea’s den of snakes, how could you trust the demonic sect?"

"They swore blood oaths!" Old Fang retorted. "Even Thunder Tribulation Immortals can’t break those!"

"Fools!" Mr. Suan Mei snapped. "Suppose they honor their oaths. You think you’ll escape with their treasures? Within a month, they’ll hunt you down, seize everything, then slaughter you. That’s the demonic sect’s way! Since when do they play fair? Even righteous sects rarely keep such costly promises!"

"Three-year-olds know not to trust demons, yet here you are—dumber than pigs!"

"Blinded by Seventh-rank Treasures," another Immortal mocked. "Poor Wanxing Sea rats forgot their own names at the sight of shiny trinkets!"

Old Fang growled, "Give us a month! We’ll vanish into Wanxing Sea. They’ll never find us!"

"Naive!" Mr. Suan Mei snorted. "Major sects have tracking methods beyond your grasp. Even if you evade them, you think you’re safe?"

"Hah!" Immortal Wind Dragon jeered. "Our Young Master’s wrath will reach you even at world’s end!"

"That Qi Sea Cultivator?" Old Fang sneered. "Who’s scared of him?"

"Then why crawl here from afar?" Mr. Suan Mei shot back.

"Fang Lie’s strong, we’ll admit," Old Fang said. "But now he’s angered two Thunder Tribulation Immortals! Iron-Walled Jin City can’t survive this! Wise birds choose safer branches!"

"Two Thunder Tribulation Immortals frighten you?" Mr. Suan Mei laughed coldly. "Sword Fortress once hosted two, plus the Sword God and Kunlun’s Divine Sword. Where is it now? Rubble!"

"What? Fang Lie did this? How come we didn’t know?" Old Fang exclaimed in shock.

"East Kunlun feared losing face and sealed the information. Our Young Master isn’t one to boast, so only a few of us were told," Mr. Suan Mei sighed. "You’ve made a grave mistake. At this point, even I can’t save you!"

"Stop pretending to pity us," Old Fang sneered. "I don’t believe Fang Lie’s that capable. Iron-Walled Jin City will fall today—nothing you do can change that. Cooperate with us if you know what’s good for you!"

"Even if Fang Lie’s strong, distant water won’t save a burning house. He’s still in closed-door training at Mo Sect and can’t return. You’re trapped here. Why die for him? Join our rebellion!" another added.

"What?" Mr. Suan Mei paled, realization dawning. He moved to act—but too late.

Deafening explosions erupted across the city, mingled with heart-wrenching screams. Dozens of locations had been struck at once.

"Damn them!" Mr. Suan Mei’s face darkened. He activated the Formation, immobilizing Old Fang’s group. With the Seven Dragon True Immortals, he flew up to survey the chaos below.

Iron-Walled Jin City was in shambles. Key sites lay in ruins—some scorched to glassy pits, others encased in lethal ice. Toxic fumes from demonic sect’s poison Divine Lightning choked entire streets, corpses littering the ground.

"Divine Lightning attacks!" Mr. Suan Mei roared. "Using such weapons in a crowded city? They’ve gone mad!"

The strikes had killed thousands. Innocent merchants and residents now sprawled dead beside collapsed buildings.

"Who did this?!" Immortal Wind Dragon bellowed. "I’ll make them wish they were dead!"

Mr. Suan Mei slashed his hand through the air, projecting the Formation’s records onto a water screen. Dozens of Wind Tribulation Immortals—both locals and infiltrators—had simultaneously bombarded the city’s guard headquarters, management centers, and the protective array’s Formation core eyes.

With the nodes destroyed, the protective array could only maintain basic shields and Divine Lightning Towers. Its greater Dao magic was crippled.

The Eight Immortals trembled with wrath. Traitors had sacrificed thousands to cripple the city.

"Think hiding will save them?" Mr. Suan Mei spat. "I’ll drag them out even if it kills me!"

"Bounty on their heads!" Immortal Wind Dragon snarled. The Formation’s power flashed—Old Fang and his allies’ heads tumbled to the ground.

Mr. Suan Mei’s voice boomed across the city: "A sixth-rank magical item to whoever exposes those traitors!"

"Here’s one! I don’t want treasures—just his death! He slaughtered my master and brothers!" a grief-raw voice cried out.