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The words "extermination of the entire family" were uttered like a thunderclap, and the entire Liuyuntai fell into a deathly silence! All the guests turned pale and felt their bodies go cold.

The Xuan Yin Sect is getting serious! With a late-stage Foundation Establishment elder personally taking action, how can the Qingyun Sect possibly withstand it?

Even if Shen Mo and the others can barely hold on, their two hundred disciples will probably...

"How dare you!" Shi Tie's eyes were bloodshot, and he already had the heavy iron rod in his hand, his violent blood energy soaring into the sky!

Su Xiaoyu placed her hand on the hilt of her sword, her eyes as cold as ice.

Elder Han Lin, his beard and hair standing on end, summoned an ancient shield-like magical artifact.

Below the stage, core disciples such as Wang Hu and Zhang Daniu drew their weapons and formed a defensive formation. Although they were all pale-faced in the face of the pressure from the late Foundation Establishment stage, none of them backed down!

Sun Hao and Xiong Meng roared and tried to rush to the front of the stage.

The atmosphere was tense, and a major battle was about to break out!

Zhao Yuanming, Chen Hao, and the others were inwardly groaning, unsure whether to leave or stay, fearing they would be caught in the crossfire.

Jin Dadao and Hei Yunsha were filled with regret, wishing they hadn't come today!

At this critical moment, Shen Mo suddenly smiled. The smile was faint, but it carried a strange calming power, easing the tense atmosphere around him.

"Fellow Daoist Ghost, what arrogance!" Shen Mo spoke slowly, his voice still calm. "Destroy my Qingyun Sect? With your abilities? Or with the Xuan Yin Sect Master behind you, who dares not show his face?"

Master Guiyin frowned: "What do you mean?"

Shen Mo stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze seemingly piercing through the void, his tone carrying a profound meaning:

"Our Qingyun Sect has survived through thick and thin since its founding, and it owes its existence to more than just the foundation left by Ancestor Liuyun."

"Haven't you considered why my predecessors were able to 'suppress' your sect's venerable one back then?"

"And why is it that I, Shen Mo, have been able to develop a small sect to its current state in just a few years?"

His words were ambiguous, sounding both like a bluff and as if he actually had something to rely on.

His unfathomable gaze and composed demeanor sent a chill down Ghost Yin Shangren's spine.

Could it be... that Qingyun Sect really has some unknown powerful backer? Or perhaps, Shen Mo is hiding his true strength?

He suddenly recalled the legendary incident from several years ago at the Flowing Cloud Water Mansion, where the "Star Radiance Sword Immortal" Star Sword forced back the Golden Flame True Person of the Blazing Sun Sect, and a chill ran down his spine...

Before he could think it over, Shen Mo continued, "Furthermore, you keep saying that my sect fabricated rumors and stole this precious land. What evidence do you have? If there is no evidence, then it is slander."

"The Xuan Yin Sect is powerful, and although my Qingyun Sect is small, it is not a soft persimmon to be kneaded by others."

"If you insist on fighting today, fellow Daoist, the entire Qingyun Sect will accompany you to the end! However, have you considered this carefully? Once you make a move, you will be forging a deadly enmity with the Qingyun Sect!"

"Can your Xuan Yin Sect bear this price? And you... can you bear it?"

These words, while seemingly gentle, were actually firm. They pointed out the possible "backer," emphasized the determination to fight to the death, and shifted the responsibility and consequences back to the enemy.

Especially the last sentence, "Can you bear the responsibility?", directly targets Master Guiyin himself—you are just an elder of the Xuanyin Sect. Is it worth risking your life and future for possible benefits?

Ghost Yin Shangren's expression shifted constantly. He had come under orders with the intention of annexing the Qingyun Sect and seizing its inheritance. He thought that with his late-stage Foundation Establishment strength, he would be able to crush his opponent. However, he did not expect Shen Mo to be so troublesome. Not only was he strong, but he was also very cunning.

The other party's words did indeed strike at some of his concerns. The rapid rise of the Qingyun Sect was indeed suspicious.

Moreover, if he were to truly force the other side to mutual destruction, even if he won, it would be a Pyrrhic victory, and he might even suffer an unexpected defeat... If the sect leader were to blame him...

Especially regarding the rumored "Starry Sword Immortal," could the other party have similar hidden tricks up their sleeve?

Seeing this, a disciple behind him whispered, "Master, why waste words with him? Just attack, capture Shen Mo, search his soul and refine his spirit, what secrets can't we get out of him?"

A fierce glint flashed in Ghost Yin Shangren's eyes, but when he saw Shen Mo's fearless demeanor and the Qingyun Sect disciples below the stage who, despite their fear, were still fighting to the death, a trace of hesitation rose in his heart again.

His main purpose in this trip was to test and exert pressure. If he could force the other party to submit without bloodshed, that would be best. If not... he would have to think it over.

After a long pause, Ghost Yin Venerable let out a cold snort, his murderous aura slightly subsiding, but his tone remained chilling: "Shen Mo, don't try to win with your words! I've come here today to demand an explanation!"

"You have insulted our revered leader and occupied our sacred land. This matter must not be resolved peacefully! You have three days to consider!"

"If you don't give me a satisfactory explanation in three days, don't blame me for being ruthless and flattening your Qingyun Mountain!"

With that, he flicked his sleeve, swept up two disciples, and they transformed into wisps of black smoke, instantly disappearing into the horizon. The terrifying pressure also dissipated with them.

It came quickly and left quickly, leaving behind only a deathly silence and heavy pressure.

Only after the Xuan Yin Sect members completely disappeared did the people on Liuyun Platform feel as if a huge burden had been lifted, and they breathed a long sigh of relief. Many of them broke out in a cold sweat.

"Damn it! That old bastard!" Shi Tie spat fiercely, his anger still burning. "Sect Leader, why won't you let me make a move? Even if I can't beat him, I'll at least knock out a few of his teeth!"

Su Xiao frowned and said, "Senior Brother Shi, please calm down. That Ghost Yin Venerable is a late Foundation Establishment cultivator, no small matter. If a fight breaks out, we may be able to protect ourselves, but our disciples will definitely suffer heavy casualties."

"Our sect leader is feigning compliance and temporarily delaying his attack in order to preserve the foundation of the sect."

Han Lin sighed, "Junior Sister Xiao is right. The Xuan Yin Sect is powerful, this matter... is tricky."

The guests below the stage looked at each other in bewilderment. Zhao Yuanming stepped forward, his face contorted with a bitter expression, and said:

"Sect Leader Shen, what... what should we do? The Xuan Yin Sect is known for its vengeful nature. Now that they've set their sights on your sect, they probably won't let this go easily!"

Chen Hao also expressed his concern: "Yes, Sect Leader Shen, we need to make plans as soon as possible!"

Jin Dadao and Hei Yunsha exchanged a glance, already harboring thoughts of retreating. They planned to close their mountain gates upon returning and temporarily sever ties with the Qingyun Sect.

Shen Mo turned around to face the worried crowd, but his face showed little panic; instead, a faint smile appeared on his lips.

"Fellow Daoists, there is no need to panic. We will meet force with force and water with water. My Qingyun Sect is not made of clay. Today's celebration has been disturbed by this unpleasant guest, spoiling your enjoyment. I, Shen, apologize for this."

"My faction will handle the rest. I appreciate your kindness, but please return home now to avoid getting involved in any trouble."

His words were both a dismissal and a form of protection. Although Zhao Yuanming, Chen Hao, and the others were worried, they knew that staying would be pointless and might even become a burden, so they had no choice but to take their leave, departing with a heart full of concerns.

Soon, only disciples of the Qingyun Sect remained on the Flowing Cloud Platform. Everyone looked at Shen Mo, awaiting his decision. Tension and unease filled the air.