"Disciples of Purple Mist Valley, follow me, Gu Mo, and defend our Purple Mist Valley. We will never allow outsiders to bully our sect and trample our dignity underfoot."
As he spoke, Gu Mo grabbed his Magical Treasure, the triangular bore.
"Crack!" In just a short time, the Protecting Array of Purple Mist Valley had been blasted open by the strong cultivators of the Nine Sounds Sect.
The aura of Purple Mist Valley's Sect was formidable, but its Protecting Array was hardly praiseworthy—barely a low-level fifth-tier array.
Thousands upon tens of thousands of people bombarding this array simultaneously, including a Primordial Soul Realm cultivator, allowed it to hold up for quite some time, which was rather impressive.
Gu Mo, leading the disciples of Purple Mist Valley, had not yet reached the sect when the people of Nine Sounds Sect had already rushed in.
This was simply outrageous. If it were just shouting outside the sect, there might have been room to maneuver.