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As for Song Junwan, she was lost in her own thoughts. All of her plans had already failed and that's why she had planned to help Lan Ming escape the Sect along with a few Disciples. However, now even those disciples had turned sides.

'But not all hopes are lost. As long as Ming and these ten disciples lives, I will still win. I just need to make sure they escape.'

However, she had a feeling that things wouldn't go that smoothly. If they knew about her weakening condition, then they must have also prepared to deal with her. And as she guessed, she saw a grin on Wei Long's face as he took out a flag from his storage ring.

Song Junwan wasn't even surprised anymore as she already knew that her fall was inevitable. After all, that man had designed to destroy her and he had the power to do so. He would stop at nothing to destroy her and everything related to her.

He was the one who had turned her own Sect against her and made this whole ordeal successful.

Suddenly, she felt her connection losing from the Sect's main defensive formation and she already knew the culprit. She sighed and thought.

'If that's what you, then that's what I'll give you. You want my destruction, right?'

She retracted her aura much to everyone's surprise and closed her eyes as her emotions that was wrecking havoc inside her mind turned completely calm like a serene lake's water.

The surroundings turned deathly silent as everyone looked at Song Junwan with batted breathes and sweat running down their forehead. Even the Four Peak Lords were confused by her actions and instantly went on full alert.

Lan Ming who was crying also turned silent noticing the change in Song Junwan. She turned to look at her and sighed. Then, she stood beside Song Junwan with her sword pointing downwards, her gaze landed on the ten young women as she gave them a apologetic look.

The atmosphere was tense as no one dared to move. The winds were howling as if filled with rage and sent chills down the disciple's spine. Only now they witnessed what true Nascent Soul Realm expert was.

Song Junwan sighed and began to hover in air. She opened her eyes and raised her hand, blood dripping from the corner of her mouth but she didn't pay it much attention.

"Let's see who survives."

And then all hell broke loose. The four Peak Lords launched various Spirit techniques on Song Junwan and began to fight her. The battle was spectacular and terrifying that nobody could look away.

Every single blow sent attacks powerful enough to desimate a whole mountain but Song Junwan alone faced those attacks without getting injured. Not a single attack landed on her however, she also wasn't able to launch any of her attacks properly.

Her battle powress had already reduced and now that her illness was acting up again, she was barely able to show her might. However, even with that she was holding back all Four Peak Lords all by herself, showing why she was the Sect Leader.

Song Junwan finally found a opportunity and struck Mei Ling on her chest, sending her flying like a broken kite. That single blow broke several ribs of Mei Ling as she began to cough blood.

She stopped mid-air and cursed.

"Damn! This bitch still is powerful even after all that poison."

Then she looked down at Lan Ming who was looking at her with bloodshot eyes. A strange aura emitting from her which made even her scared. She backed away as she cursed in her mind.

"Both are crazy. She's just at Early-Stage Core Formation Realm and can stand against me. Unfortunately, I don't have time to deal with you."

She then looked at the disciples who were standing still and shouted.

"What are you all waiting for? Kill her and bring her head for me. Whoever gives me her head will be my personal disciple and my successor as the Peak Lord."

The hesitation disappeared from the disciple's faces as greed took over them. They looked at Lan Ming and grinned. They would have been afraid of her if they were fighting alone but they held the advantage.

"I will have her head!"

One male disciple roared as he charged towards Lan Ming. Others also charged towards her as all sorts of Spirit techniques were used and hurled towards her. The pressure from all the techniques caused the wind to make wild sounds.

Lan Ming took a deep breath and disappeared from her spot. The next moment, she was already in front of the male disciple who had roared first, her sword inside his chest.

The male disciple looked at her in horror as the pain assualted all of his being. Lan Ming held his face and said.

"You're a disappointment."

And then ripped his head apart from his torso. Throwing the head to the side, she shook off her sword from his body and looked at others.

"You want my head? Let's see if you're worthy of it."

A carnage began as the whole Wind Flower Sect turned into a bloody battlefield. In the skies, the five top experts fought, sending waves of destruction on the sect and on the land, Lan Ming painted the whole road red with blood. She herself was covered in blood from head to toe, however her gaze was still as ferocious as ever.

She now didn't care about anything but showing the traitors of the consequences of their actions. However, it was then the battle of sky ended as Song Junwan's body dropped on the ground riddled with wounds and some parts of her body were missing.

Lan Ming's heart trembled seeing Song Junwan as a voice entered her mind. It wasn't that someone was speaking but it was something she remembered.

"Do call me when you need me!"