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The truce was temporary. Once Gai Jiuyou and the others were ready, the people from Spirit Sword Mountain would also complete their preparations. However, at this moment, all the disciples wore strange expressions, especially the captains of each team.
After taking command, Tang Fengyue quickly showcased his authority, issuing orders in an orderly fashion.
The incomplete squads were completely reorganized, ensuring that each team maintained a composition of ten members. After this adjustment, only ninety squads remained out of the original one hundred and eight. Zuo Dao suggested retaining the original one hundred and eight squad structure, with any vacant positions to be filled after the battle.
Right now, Zuo Dao was focused solely on teaching these people a lesson. Although Tai Shu Yun was currently nestled close to Tai Shu Reincarnation like a bird seeking comfort, she understood the importance of timing; there would be a reckoning later.
The new wave of offense was fierce, but the attacking side felt frustrated. The task of advancing from the foot of the mountain to its peak seemed nearly impossible.
The sword energy of Spirit Sword Mountain had become chaotic. From a distance, what once resembled a long sword now appeared more like a spiked club.
Gai Jiuyou watched this scene in anger, wanting to rush up to the summit and capture Dark Child for a thorough beating. It was outrageous that such crucial information had not been shared with them.
At the summit, Zuo Dao was leisurely educating the people of Spirit Sword Mountain.
"You all know you are Sword Cultivators. Fine, I admit you are Sword Cultivators. However, your fighting style is simply unacceptable to me."
His impression of this group from Spirit Sword Mountain was generally good, but in some aspects, they had fallen into a trap typical for Sword Cultivators. While it was true that Sword Cultivators should charge forward without hesitation, it was also a reality that their resolve could easily waver. But it shouldn't be this way.
"And you, my esteemed Elder, if they don't understand, shouldn't you? I truly don't know how your Original Sword Heart was cultivated."
He shifted his focus to the elders present. Since they were not involved in the current situation and there was still time before the enemy arrived, Zuo Dao had ample opportunity to brainwash them.
The entire Origin Sword Qi of Spirit Sword Mountain was activated by Zuo Dao. Initially, some disciples had reservations about him, but after witnessing him summon the Origin Sword Qi of Spirit Sword Mountain, they all fell silent. Some cultivators even displayed fervent sparks in their eyes.
"You have all cultivated your Original Sword Hearts; do you not have any other thoughts?" Zuo Dao asked encouragingly.
"What thoughts? Each Sword Cultivator's Original Sword Heart must be comprehended by themselves. What can I teach?" Tai Shu Reincarnation felt wronged. Several other elders who had also comprehended their Original Sword Hearts nodded in agreement.
Every cultivator knew that while techniques could be taught verbally and through demonstration, understanding one's essence could only be grasped intuitively and could not be conveyed through words. They all wished to pass on their knowledge of the Original Sword Heart and hoped every disciple would achieve mastery; unfortunately, such aspirations could only exist in dreams.
"What is a sword? I believe I need not elaborate further. Right now, my concern is not with individual skirmishes or duels; I will not interfere with those matters. However, when it comes to a war that involves thousands of lives, I must speak up." Noticing that none of the disciples intended to refute him, Zuo Dao continued without hesitation.
"This time in battle, I only need you to do one thing, and that is—trap."
Regardless of whether these people could understand his meaning, as soon as Zuo Dao's words fell, he turned his gaze towards Tang Fengyue.
Since Zuo Dao had come out, Tang Fengyue had been observing this young Elder Disciple with low cultivation but great skills. His words resonated perfectly with Tang Fengyue's thoughts. In Spirit Sword Mountain, where people were often dismissive, several of his proposed strategies had been rejected in the past. Now, with this Elder Disciple, who even the Sword Master cared about, backing him up, he was determined to perform well.
Trap—though Zuo Dao did not make it explicit, Tang Fengyue understood what he meant. Some things should not be stated too clearly; otherwise, it would reflect poorly on Zuo Dao's judgment.
Fortunately, neither of them was a simple character. With just one word from Zuo Dao, Tang Fengyue grasped the implication.
Tang Fengyue did not elaborate further; he simply adjusted the arrangements.
Dark Child—this term was clear to everyone. Spirit Sword Mountain also had Dark Children stationed outside, but they would not be easily deployed.
The power of Origin Sword Qi left Gai Jiuyou feeling helpless. All their offensive efforts were wasted on clearing a path.
The entire mountain occasionally erupted with bursts of brilliant light; it was the clash between the Cultivators' magical powers and Spirit Sword Mountain's Origin Sword Qi. The progress was slow, usually involving one group of Cultivators exhausting their spiritual energy before another group took over.
However, the Cultivators who had already breached Spirit Sword Mountain found it was not so straightforward. In addition to channeling spiritual energy for attacks, they also needed to reserve some for defense. Otherwise, a moment's negligence could result in being struck by the sword qi surging from within the mountain, and those unlucky enough could face instant death.
Tang Fengyue's arrangements were simple yet deeply aligned with Zuo Dao's intentions.
In Zuo Dao's eyes, even his own arrangements could not match the perfection and coordination of Tang Fengyue's setup. Upon observing Tang Fengyue’s layout again, he felt a chill run down his spine.
This person’s heart is too dark.
Ninety teams were evenly distributed across nine locations at the mountain peak according to the Nine Palace Formation, with an additional elder assisting at each site. The teams were divided into two types: offense and defense. The attacking teams would strike only once each time with all their strength before handing over to the defending teams.
There were also some variations that Zuo Dao did not dwell on; Tang Fengyue had already effectively implemented his intentions. Now it was no longer his concern. Next, he just needed to wait for the opponents to come up and let off some steam.
The Seven Lords were completely unaccustomed to having someone above them, but all their opinions were ruthlessly suppressed by the Elders. They were hinted that no matter what happened now, they must follow orders; afterward, they could act according to their own wishes—the Elders would not interfere at all.
Suppressing the anger within, the Seven Lords plunged into the fiery battle for defense.
The Origin Sword Qi of Spirit Sword Mountain was not endless. After a brief estimation of the enemy's losses and progress, Zuo Dao decided to retreat while the going was good. An unguarded Spirit Sword Mountain emerged before Gai Jiuyou and the others.
Gai Jiuyou nearly ground his steel teeth to dust at the sight of Spirit Sword Mountain, which was less than three miles away at the peak. Zuo Dao's move had put them in a dilemma.
Each faction's stronghold was a vast no-fly zone, where only elders or those with tokens could soar freely; normally, they could only engage in short-distance low-altitude flights.
Gai Jiuyou had considered launching an aerial assault, but the aerial lethality of the Sword Cultivators was too formidable. He had no choice but to abandon that idea and opt for a ground attack instead.
At this moment, Tang Fengyue stood proudly at the center of the team, surrounded by his original members and flanked by two elders. This was the advantage that power brought, yet he knew he must never let such desires control him.
After this battle, he would welcome a vast territory—all because of one person.
He glanced at Zuo Dao and cast a grateful look, receiving an encouraging gaze in return.
"Let’s fight!"
Tang Fengyue shouted out, releasing a voice that had been suppressed for far too long.
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