<h4>Chapter 150 - Against Mythical! II</h4>


    Martial Uncle Softsword watched in stupefaction as the [Dragon Form] formation that was famously known by many sects suddenlye to a halt. The formation was very powerful, as it used the energies of multiple cultivators to keep the form active and bring destruction to Mountain Sea Sect’s enemies.


    Yet at this moment in time, in a body of water where the abilities of the [Mountain Sea Sect’s Sixth Style- Dragon Form] should have been even further boosted, it hade to aplete stop as the disciples at the Gold and Nascent Core became wrapped in arcs of blue lightning.


    The blue lightning wrapped through all of them indiscriminately and began causing shock damage while holding the disciples in ce.


    Martial Uncle Softsword’s face became hard as he found even when he sent his Rebirth Realm energy to disrupt the lightning that wrapped around many of the disciples in the Blue Dragon, it wasn’t doing anything.


    Shock!


    His mind moved as he wondered just which expert he had overlooked could perform such a peculiar skill that even he couldn’t break. The question was why did it only target those at the Gold and Nascent Core, and leave the remaining disciples at the Violet Core as well as him untouched?


    His mind worked at high speeds as he tried to find a solution, sweat trickling down his face amongst the sea of water as the Blue Dragon Form he controlled came to a standstill.


    RAA!


    The pain on the disciple’s faces increased over time as the ones they were attacking also began to retaliate, the one letting out strength simr to him moving actively with his pulsating trident tond attacks on the Blue Dragon.


    A few secondster, the disciples at the Nascent Core began letting out dying screams as the lightning binding them had caused too much damage, and their figures were burnt to a crisp!


    Martial Uncle Softsword’s face became livid at this as he screamed.


    "Why is someone strong like you targeting weak disciples huh?! Come out and face me!"


    AAH!


    His screams were only met with more attacks from the Anteans and Merfolk as they found something to be wrong with the enemy’s side and threw down even more attacks. Submarines carryingsers and explosive weaponry neared the Blue Dragon that seemed to be held in ce as colorful lightning resounded inside it, with sounds of "POP" ringing out every now and then as more and more disciples faced death.


    "Do you think the Mountain Sea Sect would take this lying down?! We will find you!"


    Martial Uncle Softsword was livid as he could do nothing to break the chains of lightning wrapping and taking the lives of his sect’s disciples. His wrathful face looked at the remaining two Violet Core disciples as he sent a message towards them.


    "Disciple Darren, Disciple Lana, you all must escape and get word to the other sects that descended to this world with us. We from the World of Cultivation are not so easily bullied like this!"


    His face was impassive as he let out thesemands silently, trying his best not to falter from the screams he continued to hear. He cared a lot for his disciples as he watched them grow and taught them all they needed to know in order to reach the stage they were at now. Even if he couldn’t save all of them, he would save a few and let even more experts know about this humiliation.


    "Martial Uncle!"


    "Martial Uncle, let us fight to the death with you!"


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    The two Violet Core disciples were unwilling as they let out the messages, not bearing to see the sight in front of them where the chains of lightning continued to reap the lives of disciples they had known since they entered the sect.


    "No! There is that fish letting out power simr to me, and the devil taking the lives of our disciples that should be someone of the same power. I will stay behind and hold them back, but I do not know if I will make it back alive."


    His voice was somber as he watched deadlier attackse, ice forming around them as spears of ice and bones formed to shred the resplendent scales of the Blue Dragon. A whirlpool of lesser strength than the [Dragon’s Breath] of the formation he controlled also appeared to cause the chaotic rotation of the sharp spears around them even deadlier as ch.i.p.s began to appear on the scales of the Blue Dragon.


    The disciples in the tail section and ws of the formation were either already killed by the chains of lightning, or now became shredded at the appearance of these new attacks.


    "Martial Uncle!"


    "Martial Uncle!"


    He ignored the shouts of the Violet Core disciples as he sent his Rebirth Realm energies towards them, transporting them out of the [Mountain Sea Sect’s Sixth Style- Dragon Form] formation. The two disciples had unwilling faces as their figures appeared outside the Blue Dragon and they began rushing out into the depth of the sea. They would not waste their Martial Uncle’s sacrifice.


    Anteans and Merfolk saw these two figures running away as multiple submarines went to chase towards them. On the other side where fiendish beasts were letting out constant attacks on the halted Blue Dragon, a silvery light shed as one of them disappeared, a battle cry resounding soon after.


    RAA!


    Martial Uncle Softsword looked around him with bloodshot eyes as more and more disciples continued to fall from the lightning that bound them or the powerful attacks that tore apart the Blue Dragon.


    "My disciples, I am sorry."


    Painful words came out of his mouth as he looked at the disciples he had no way of saving...and released control of the formation of [Mountain Sea Sect’s Sixth Style- Dragon Form].


    AHH!


    Even more screams rang out as the protection from the formation faltered and was ripped apart. Fast-moving enemies that had the faces of lions with wide wings and stingers were moving around the sea effortlessly and reaping the lives of the chained and separated disciples as the other beasts and Anteans around them let out even more ferocious attacks.


    Martial Uncle Softsword’s heart felt pain as he looked with bloodshot eyes to the enemies that caused all of this. His anger reached the peak as he stopped hearing any more screams and felt the enemies aim their pulsating weapons and tridents towards him.


    He was the only one remaining. He hoped the Disciple Darren and Disciple Lana would be able to get the word out to other sects so that they could stop ying around in the sidelines and move earnestly to attack these unenlightened fish.


    His body let out vibrations of power as the mystical seat he had been sitting on earlier showed itself again and he sat down in it. He looked grand and magnificent as he was surrounded by enemies. The Merman letting out Rebirth Realm waves of power pointed its sharp fork towards him as the fiendish beasts that had appeared and caused the destabilization pulsed with their attacks ready.


    "I have lived hundreds of years learning about thews of the world. My achievements were not little, and I became renowned in the World of Cultivation. I will not be falling to some fools who have not even touched a sliver of the dao."


    His eyes zed with anger as the power in his body thrummed.


    "Mountain Sea Sect’s Fifth Style- The Descent of the Emperor!"


    VOOM


    A blue pulse released from him at the center as a transparent outline of a powerful monarch surrounded his body. A transparent blue crown appeared on his head as regal robes were donned upon him. His body thrummed with power as he looked to the enemies all around him.


    "Come!"