A sudden wave of creepy laughs struck in, interrupting the primary chief senior in midsentence.
The excited Taixuan disciples went thunder-struck forthwith.
The external disciples dare not make any further move. They got stuck where they were as if they had been deeply rooted into the ground.
In the meantime, a burst of ghastly howls came off, sweeping across the whole square.
At that moment, it seemed as if phantoms had crept out of hell — they were gonna launch a massacre here.
That were certainly not ghosts — here came the Suomo guys!
"Alert! That's an invasion! Dismiss and get ready!"
The primary chief senior burst into a loud shout.
Meanwhile, he and the other two chief seniors formed a triangle straight away, with their backs adjoining each other. They already got ready for a battle.
"Aha! Today is gonna be the last day for Taixuan Sect in history! Say goodbye to your martial contest!"
A voice came off from afar, approaching the Taixuan disciples swiftly. Right then, they got ready to meet their enemies.
A minute later, the voice already hovered above them.
A gleam of dim light came hot on the heels, cascading down the center of the great central square.
The dim light fell onto the square with a deafening boom, cracking the ground straight away.
A slim figure, dressed in a black frock, became increasingly clearer in the sight of the Taixuan people. Right then, dust swirls in the air with full momentum.
That only marked the beginning of the Suomo invasion.
A multitude of dim lights darted forth in the same direction — the Mount Youming.
Gleams of lights fell onto the great central square one after another, with scary wooshing sounds coming off nonstop.
The bizarre scene lasted for almost a quarter.
Then there came dozens of guys dressed in black. They stood right at the center.
Though the Taixuan disciples outnumbered them by hundreds of times, they still formed a horrifying threat; the deadly air about them permeated the whole square, able to suffocate people without any effort.
Fairly speaking, they equaled all the Taixuan disciples as a whole!
"You filthy Suomo heterodoxy! How dare you trespass on the Taixuan Sect without our consent!"
The three chief seniors condemned them in categorical terms on the dais.
"The Taixuan Sect? Oh, no, there will be no such thing like that here soon!"
The previous intruder's voice came off again.
Surrounded by the other black-dressed Suomo guys, he must be their head.
"The Suomo Patriarch! By no stretch of the imagination had I pictured your appearance here. Pretty audacious!"
The primary chief senior fixed his eyes on the Suomo Patriarch, with agitation flashing across his eyes.
The Suomo Patriarch was known as the most mysterious guy in their sect. He always dressed in all black. Here today and gone tomorrow, he never showed his face to anyone. Nevertheless, he still left a long-lasting impression on the primary chief senior with his unusual air about him. Actually, they already confronted each other in a siege last year.
If the Quartus chief senior hadn't fended off the Suomo patriarch at the cost of his own life, the primary chief senior had long ceased to be. Therefore, the primary chief senior couldn't for the life of him forget the unusual air.
In that case, the Suomo Patriarch's appearance surprised them to the full.
"You know your disciples are actually good for nothing. I can, by all means, come and go freely in your sect, even if you guys are in decent condition."
"What...What does that mean?"
The secondary chief senior stood out, turning ghostly pale.
"I mean, you already got poisoned across the board! Hahaha!"
Another voice went off, along with waves of sneering laughs.
"Yi Tianzhong! You should betray our sect! I'll kill you!"
The secondary chief senior flew into a rage. About to break into a move, he suddenly covered his chest and retreated for a few steps, out of breath.
"You...You..."
He went speechless.
"Is there anyone else who has betrayed the sect? Come and show your face!"
Right then, the primary chief senior covered his bosom as well, stumbling on his words.
Another four mountain owners stood out silently, along with their own disciples.
Appalled by such a terrible multitude of traitors, the three chief seniors lost all hopes.
Nevertheless, they found it rejoicing as well.
Though they didn't expect so many turncoats, they still felt somewhat relieved — at least the traitors didn't rise in revolt.
If they had launched an attack, they would have laid down the life of the disciples around them.