Chapter 1483: Returning To The Holy Land To Kill

Snow Moon Holy Land.

The gates of the Holy Palace have stood for hundreds of years, their grandeur and majesty unchanged.

Before the gates knelt several sect leaders from the Southern Li Kingdom, urgently kowtowing and pleading for help!

"Elder, save us!"

"Elder, my entire sect has been slaughtered by Yi Feng. I only escaped early to avoid death. Please, lend us your aid and kill that villain!"

"Now, only the Holy Land can surpass the New Sword Sect. Elder, we beg you to uphold justice for us!"

The sect leaders kowtowed repeatedly, but the elder at the gate remained unmoved. The old man's eyes were cold and indifferent, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

His faint smile was even more chilling.

"Haha."

"Your sects being destroyed has nothing to do with our Holy Land."

"Your Southern Li Kingdom had nearly a hundred sects, yet they were all wiped out in a single day. What a bunch of trash. Such trash isn't worth our Holy Land's intervention!"

The sect leaders' expressions changed, their eyes filled with resentment and anger.

"Elder! Your words are too harsh!"

"Back then, we lost countless disciples hunting down Yi Feng for the Holy Land. Even if we have no merit, we have put in effort. How can the Holy Land stand by and watch us die?"

"Exactly! It's true that we have a death feud with Yi Feng, but it all started because of the Holy Land. How can you wash your hands of this?"

Seeing the sect leaders' suppressed anger, the Holy Land elder's smile grew even wider.

"Hahaha."

"Your inability to defeat Yi Feng is due to your own weakness. Don't blame others. Blame yourselves for being trash!"

"Moreover, back then, your failure to capture him resulted in the loss of our Holy Land's treasure. You are all guilty! And now you dare to blame me?!"

His series of questions left the Southern Li Kingdom sect leaders trembling with rage.

They had thought that, based on past favors, they might still seek the Holy Land's protection and find a way to survive.

But they never expected...

The Snow Moon Holy Land would turn its back on them, mocking them relentlessly!

They had once believed that by hunting down Yi Feng, they could climb the ranks of the Holy Land. Now, it seemed they had been blind. The elite disciples who had died in the pursuit had shed their blood in vain!

Filled with grief and anger, the sect leaders no longer cared about the Holy Land's authority. They stood up one after another, pointing and shouting in fury.

"You! You go too far!"

"Don't think that just because you're a Holy Land elder, you're untouchable! Yi Feng wiped out our hundred sects, and he can kill his way to your Snow Moon Holy Land too!"

Seeing their furious expressions, the elder laughed even more arrogantly.

"Kill his way to our Holy Land?"

"Have you fools lost your minds from anger, spouting such nonsense?"

"Our Holy Land has stood for thousands of years. Our foundation is far beyond what your third-rate sects can imagine. To think you could challenge us with just a few years of accumulation is laughable!"

"Don't tell me you actually believe Yi Feng would dare to lead his forces here to die?"

"Hahaha..."

As the elder laughed, the surrounding Holy Land disciples joined in with smug chuckles. The sect leaders were humiliated and furious, but there was nothing they could do.

Only now did they fully realize that the Holy Land had merely used them back then, never truly valuing them.

They had desperately tried to curry favor, suffering great losses in the pursuit of Yi Feng, only to end up with their sects destroyed. The sect leaders' eyes were filled with regret.

As the laughter echoed before the Holy Land gates, the sect leaders were so enraged that their eyes nearly burst, wishing they could fight the Holy Land to the death.

At that moment.

A light chuckle rang out from the sky, and a powerful pressure enveloped the entire area.

"Hmph."

"After not seeing you for a few years, you've become even more shameless. Truly worthy of the Holy Land."

Instantly.

A chill ran through everyone's bodies, and all eyes turned upward in shock.

Thousands of figures appeared, densely packed and impossible to count. Each one exuded a powerful aura, and the ten or so at the forefront were especially terrifying. The four leading figures, in particular, radiated an overwhelming presence that seemed to lock down the entire Holy Land.

When they saw the white-clad figure at the front, holding a sword, the Holy Land disciples' eyes trembled.

The Grand Elder's face turned pale, and he exclaimed in a trembling voice,

"Yi Feng!"

The young prodigy who had been hunted down years ago had truly returned to the Snow Moon Holy Land with an army. His demeanor was now incomparable to the past, leaving everyone present in stunned silence.