Chapter 5781 The Counterstrike
- "The Infinite Soul Demon Sect has pushed us far enough. Did they truly believe Mystic Sky Sword Sect was some pliant fruit waiting to be squeezed?" Linden's words clanged through Skycrest Hall like tempered steel striking an anvil, ringing from pillar to vaulted ceiling.
- "Hear my decree. From this breath onward, every cultivator of Mystic Sky Sword Sect has to prepare for battle. Summon every elite—disciple, elder, all. Leave only a crew to guard the peaks. The rest march with me to Blood-scar Plains, straight to the heart of the Infinite Soul Demon Sect. Their main force has slunk out to ambush our home; we shall cleave first into theirs, cut the serpent at the belly, and grind their scheme to dust before they can even turn around."
- "Yes, sir!" the elders roared, their vow rattling roof-tiles while currents of sword aura burst upward, threatening to spear the heavens.