Rise of the Otherworld.

As Xuantianmen flourished, a new crisis quietly descended. The originally peaceful sky seemed to be shrouded in a layer of haze, foreshadowing the coming storm.

Several smaller sects in the surrounding area suddenly united, frequently harassing and looting Xuantian Sect's resource points. Normally weak, these smaller sects had always been subservient to the Xuantian Sect's authority, daring not to overstep their bounds. But now, as if with powerful backing, they felt emboldened. Like hungry wolves, they greedily coveted Xuantian Sect's abundant resources.

After Lin Yu received the news, he immediately called everyone together to discuss countermeasures. In the meeting room, the atmosphere was so solemn that it was suffocating.

"Master, these small sects have always been afraid of our Xuantian Sect. They're so arrogant this time. There must be something fishy going on," an elder said worriedly. His brows were furrowed, his eyes filled with confusion and worry.

Zhang Hao frowned and analyzed, "Could it be that a mysterious organization is secretly making trouble? We have destroyed their magic weapon refining, and they may want to weaken our strength and distract our attention in this way." There was a hint of vigilance in his eyes, and his mind was quickly thinking about various possibilities.

Li Yue proposed: "No matter what, we can't sit idly by. We must give them a severe counterattack and let them know that Xuantian Sect is inviolable. Otherwise, other sects will follow suit, and we will never have peace." Her tone was firm and her face was serious, showing a resolute attitude.

Lin Yu pondered for a moment and said, "Let's send envoys to negotiate with them first and see if we can resolve it peacefully. After all, war only brings pain and loss. If they refuse to repent, we will send troops to attack them." His voice was steady and powerful, trying to find a balance between maintaining peace and defending the dignity of the sect.

Therefore, Xuantian Sect dispatched envoys to those smaller sects. Embracing Xuantian Sect's sincerity and willingness for reconciliation, the envoys embarked on a journey fraught with uncertainty. However, what awaited them was not friendly negotiation, but rather arrogance and disrespect. The envoys were unceremoniously and rudely driven back without explanation, bearing provocative and insulting words.

"Xuantian Sect is nothing but this. Come and fight if you have the guts!" These arrogant words were like a sharp sword, piercing the hearts of every disciple of Xuantian Sect.

Lin Yu was furious when he heard this: "This is simply too much!" He slammed the table and stood up, his eyes burning with anger. "They are so ungrateful, we don't need to be polite anymore!"

Xuantian Sect quickly assembled its forces. The disciples were all filled with righteous indignation and were ready to fight for the honor of the sect.

Zhang Hao and Li Yue volunteered to lead a team of disciples to set off first. They were dressed in armor, looking heroic, their eyes filled with firm determination.

When they arrived at the battlefield, they discovered that there were some unfamiliar masters in the enemy's lineup. These masters had a deep aura and cold eyes, and were obviously strong men who had undergone rigorous training.

"Everyone, be careful! These people are from unknown backgrounds and might be up to something," Zhang Hao warned loudly. His voice echoed across the battlefield, raising the alertness of every disciple.

The battle was imminent, and both sides instantly engaged in a fierce clash. Swords clashed, spells roared, lights flashed, and shouts of killing shook the heavens. Zhang Hao led the charge, his sword swift as the wind, each strike imbued with fierce momentum, driving the enemy back one after another. Li Yue, from the rear, cast powerful spells, providing support and protection for his teammates.

The disciples of Xuantian Sect worked closely together, showing a tenacious fighting spirit and superb fighting skills. However, the enemy was not to be outdone and fought desperately, and the battle fell into a stalemate.

"We can't continue this stalemate!" Zhang Hao thought to himself. His eyes focused, and when the time was right, he unleashed a unique skill. The light on his sword suddenly surged, transforming into a massive sword energy that slashed towards the enemy camp.

This attack was incredibly powerful, instantly disrupting the enemy's formation. The Xuantian Sect disciples seized the opportunity to launch a charge, tearing open the enemy's defenses.

However, just when they thought victory was in sight, a group of enemy troops suddenly emerged from the flank and surrounded them.

"Oh no, we've fallen into a trap!" Li Yue exclaimed.

But at this time, the disciples of Xuantian Sect did not retreat at all. They stood back to back, forming a solid defense circle and fought a desperate battle with the enemy.

The blood dyed the earth red and the battle became more brutal.