What exactly happened in the great hall, nobody on the square was clear about, but everyone saw the result.

  At the command of Zixia Sect's Li Zhangmen, Fang Zhangmen was immediately knocked down and somehow became unable to resist. The other Jiedan cultivators were nowhere to be seen, it was unknown whether they had fallen into a trap or been persuaded.

  All the masters of the Cloud and Mist Sect are very careful with their lives, even if the sect is destroyed, they may not be willing to risk their lives. As the leader of a sect, Fang Zheng knew that his identity would not bring any benefits even if he died, so he fought desperately. Now that Fang Zheng has been defeated, it's clear that his life will not be spared either. The disciples of the Cloud and Mist Sect on the square are all shocked and frightened.

  "Fang Dingyue, you can close your eyes now. Today, our Zixia Sect has merged with the three factions and from now on, we will be the eighth great sect! Hahahaha..."

  Among the laughter, Fang Zhangmen fell to the ground with a loud thud. A mournful cry echoed from among the Yunwu Sect disciples: "Sect Master..."

  Li Zhuangmen turned his head, a fierce look flashing in his eyes, and with a flick of his sleeve, the man let out a blood-curdling scream and fell to the ground with a thud.

  Mo Tian Ge turned his head to see the fallen Zhugeli cultivator, eyes wide open in death, a single blood hole on his body still gushing fresh blood. At this moment, he heard a mournful cry: "Father!!" It was Wang Qianyi. The dead Zhugeli cultivator was her father, Wang Qiao. Although Wang Qianyi had a Zhugeli cultivator as a father, she never flaunted it and usually just said she was Wang Qiao's disciple. This time, for the first time in front of outsiders, she cried out, and it was a farewell between life and death.

  Mo Tian Ge anxiously looked up at Li Zhang Men, who was still suspended in mid-air. Fortunately, he saw that it was a Qi-refining cultivator, and Li Zhang Men did not have the intention to kill.

  Under this ruthless hand, the Yunwu Sect disciples immediately dared not move, and several foundation-building cultivators were even more trembling with fear. They did not expect that Li Mingzhuang would be so cruel and merciless, and Wang Qiao was killed with just one shout.

  Li Zhangmen looked down and saw that the crows were silent, seemingly very satisfied, and even revealed a hint of a smile: "All disciples, you have all seen this. From now on, the Yunwu Sect will be expelled from Dongkunwu! If you join the Zixia Sect, you will still be treated as before, and may even be better off. If not..." He swept his gaze across the square, his eyes lingering on Wang Qiao's corpse, the implication couldn't be clearer.

  Under such a show of kindness and authority, the Cloud Mist Sect's Qi Refining disciples and several Foundation Building disciples did not dare to make any moves, all of them tacitly acknowledging this outcome.

  Li Zhuangmen hummed in satisfaction, then turned to the Jindao Sect disciples: "You don't have to harbor any illusions. Jin Zhuangmen is now unable to move, at our mercy. Your Jindao Sect is also like the Yunwu Sect, from today on, you will be under my Zixia Sect. If anyone disobeys... humph!"

  There were examples of Yunwu Sect in the past, and Jindao Gate was also untouchable. The current Zixia Sect is really too powerful, and the two sects combined are not enough to compete with them, let alone now that all Golden Elixir cultivators have been trapped by them.

  At this time, several people flew out of the ruins of the great hall, with some carrying or lifting, both dead and alive. They were the Golden Elixir cultivators of the Cloud Mist Sect and the Golden Blade Gate!

  The sky was filled with the remnants of the battle, most of whom were dead. A few were still alive, but they were all unconscious. I had no idea what kind of method the Purple Mist Sect had used to capture so many Golden Elixir cultivators at once!

  Li Zhangmen turned around and said to someone: "Brother Jiang, this time we owe you one. From now on, the Yunwu Mountain branch of our Purple Mist Sect will rely on you."

  The man referred to as Jiang Brother was a man in his thirties. He wore a yellow shirt with sleeves embroidered with clouds, the emblem of the Yunwu Sect! His face was very calm, and he said, "The leader has given an order, how can we not obey?" In his words, he had already treated Li Zhuangmen as one of the three sect leaders.

  Li Zhuangmen seemed very satisfied with his answer and laughed haha.

  It's clear that this Jiang surname cultivator is the insider of Yunwu Sect, but it's unknown what benefits Zi Xiaozong promised him to betray his sect. It should be known that most Jiedan cultivators are arrogant and proud, if not for a huge benefit, how could they bear such infamy.

  At this time, a commotion came from the Golden Blade Gate camp, and a Golden Elixir cultivator brought someone over and threw him in front of Li Zhangmen. Mo Tian Ge concentrated his mind to take a look, and it turned out to be Jin Dao Men's Jin Zhangmen!

  Li Zhenguan was now full of ambition and pride, looking at Jin Zhangmen's pale face, he smiled and said: "Brother Jin, considering our many years of friendship, I'll give you another chance. How about the Golden Blade Sect surrendering to my Purple Cloud Sect?"

  Jin Zhangmen's face was filled with anger, his whole body disheveled and unkempt. He turned his head to glance at the Jin Dao Gate camp, then his gaze fell on a nearby corpse. After a long while, he let out a dejected sigh: "Do I still have any choice now? You're the one holding the knife, I'm just the fish on the chopping board. I can only follow Brother Li's lead."

  It seems that they have resigned themselves to their fate. Although everyone in their hearts knew this, but since the leader himself said it out loud, it was not ordinary. The Golden Knife Sect disciples immediately lost heart. The overall situation has been decided, and the Golden Knife Sect will no longer exist.

  Li Zhuangmen revealed a satisfied smile, looked up and gazed into the distance: "Alright, Master Qian has given his orders. Since these people have all surrendered, it's time to go deal with the remaining issues."

  What's left is the problem? Mo Tian Ge didn't understand for a moment, but seeing Li Zhang Men give an order, he left one of the Jie Dan cultivators here and led the crowd to escape. Jin Zhang Men was also taken away at the same time.

  When their aura disappeared on the horizon, the disciples of Lianqi in the square finally breathed a sigh of relief. The pressure from so many Jiedan cultivators was really unbearable for them. As soon as they left, the disciples of Zixia Sect were already laughing and chatting. They naturally didn't know about such a major event beforehand, but seeing their sect swallow up two other factions and become the largest faction in this region, it's only natural that they would be overjoyed.

  In contrast, the disciples of Yunwu and Jindao were all gloomy and uneasy. Although Li Zhangmen wanted them to surrender rather than be destroyed, they were still the ones being annexed, who knew what would happen next? Moreover, most of them were descendants of immortal families attached to Yunwu, and it was unknown whether their families would suffer as a result, if so, it would be a family extermination.

  The only remaining cultivator of the Cong Dan sect, who was sitting cross-legged in the center of the square, suddenly opened his eyes and shouted: "All disciples of my sect can leave, but the disciples of Yunwu Sect and Jindao Gate are not allowed to take half a step back!"

  As soon as this was said, the square suddenly became quiet and peaceful. The disciples of the Purple Cloud Sect bowed their heads and left one after another, while the disciples of the other two sects did not dare to make a sound.

  Watching the Zixia Sect disciples disappear in an instant, the Jiedan cultivator closed his eyes and sat down again.

  After a long time, the two factions of disciples saw that the Jie Dan cultivator was not paying attention to them, so they each went to find their relatives and friends in one place, discussing in low voices.

  Mò Tiān Gē saw this and quietly walked over to Wáng Qiàn's place.

  Since Wang Qiao's death, Wang Qian immediately hugged her father's body, sat on the ground with tears streaming down, as if she couldn't accept it for a while. Shen Bing and Murong Yan had already arrived by her side, both of them were persuading her in a low voice, but also anxious. They were also from immortal families and had masters, facing such an accident, they were afraid that their own families and masters would be implicated.

  Approaching them, Mochen Ge first paid respects to Shen Bing and Murong Yan, then softly advised Wang Qian: "Wang Shijie, now is not the time to be heartbroken. With Wang Shishu's passing, the remaining matters will depend on you, so you must gather your spirits."

  Wang Qian's eyes moved, and Mo Tian Ge hastily continued: "Your mother and the people of the Wang family will still need to rely on Sister Wang to take care of them a bit, lest they be affected by this matter."

  Wang Qian took a deep breath, wiped away her tears and looked at him: "Thanks to Ye Shidi's reminder, I will persist."

  Mo Tian Ge nodded slightly, and then didn't say much to them anymore. Although she was familiar with Wang Qian, their relationship hadn't reached the point of sharing joys and sorrows together. Before things became clear, it was better not to have too much contact.

  He looked up wanting to find Liu Yidao and the others, but instead he saw Jiang Shanghang, whose face was looking even more unpleasant than usual, with a gloomy expression that seemed to be caused by some unknown reason.