As time wore on, many cities had gradually fallen under the control of the Phantom Hall. Only the Dragon Capital remained radiant, seemingly the sole sanctuary for the people.
Lu Fan stood within the marshland, his brow furrowed as he gazed at the black smoke rising from the many cities of the Dragon Dynasty. "It seems the Phantom Hall has not only attacked this place but also spared no cities. They intend to conquer the entire world!"
"The Phantom Hall's actions this time will surely not cease!"
Lin Ke's expression was grave. "What should we do?"
"They have likely come prepared this time, and furthermore, they have attacked numerous cities. It appears they intend to occupy many cities, even aiming to control the overall situation!"
Long Yi spoke, "It seems they are serious this time. If the Five Swords are not gathered, the Phantom Hall will undoubtedly make their move first!"
"Little ones, why are you still hesitating?"
The Black and White Impermanence revealed cold smiles, instantly appearing before Lu Fan and the other two. Aside from Meng Po, they were the strongest, naturally eager to seize the divine swords.
Only by obtaining the divine swords could they reassure their Hall Master, a fact they were well aware of.
If they could obtain the divine swords in this battle, their status within the Phantom Hall would undoubtedly rise, which was perfectly understandable.
Meanwhile, within the Phantom Hall, an endless stream of powerful figures surged forth, heading towards the marshland, their figures exuding immense presence as they moved.
"The Phantom Hall's forces are growing in number. If this continues, we may not be able to hold on!"
Jian Shisan spoke, his gaze shifting to the Third Elder with a more serious expression.
The Third Elder did not hesitate. He directly transmitted a message across a thousand miles, summoning numerous powerhouses from the Ye Clan. With the addition of the Ye Clan experts, Meng Po and the others instantly felt the pressure.
"Old woman, although you and I are evenly matched, Ye Clan masters will arrive soon. Your ragtag group will be in trouble!"
"Quite the bold statement!"
Meng Po spoke coldly, "If we speak of foundation, your Ye Clan cannot compare to the Phantom Hall. The Three Ghost Saints of the Phantom Hall will be here shortly. What will you do then?"
"The Three Ghost Saints?"
The Third Elder's expression shifted dramatically. He was well aware that within the Phantom Hall, aside from Meng Po, there were these Three Ghost Saints. These three were immensely powerful, and even he would find it difficult to resist them.
"Wasn't it rumored that the Three Ghost Saints had already passed away?"
The Third Elder probed, "Are you perhaps deliberately deceiving me?"
"What a joke. How could the Three Ghost Saints, with their immense power, suffer any misfortune!"
Meng Po stated with an earnest expression, "The Three Ghost Saints have already acted and are on their way. By then, even your Ye Clan will be annihilated. Dare to oppose the Phantom Hall, and you walk a path to death!"
The Third Elder let out a long, disdainful laugh. "Such bold words. If the Phantom Hall truly possessed the strength to annihilate my Ye Clan, they wouldn't have waited until now!"
Meng Po's face turned ashen. The Third Elder's words were indeed accurate; if the Phantom Hall truly had the power to destroy the Ye Clan, they would not have waited this long.
At this very moment, the ancient sects were also greatly shocked. They could never have imagined the Phantom Hall would be so frenzied, dispatching so many experts with a resolve to die, otherwise, they would not possess such a formidable aura.
They now had only two choices: either side with the Phantom Hall or side with the Ye Clan. A single wrong choice would be irreversible.
It was akin to the ancient era when the Five Great Ancient Clans joined forces against the Phantom Hall. After the Phantom Hall's defeat, their subsidiary forces were also wiped out.
And if they did not choose a side now, they would have no opportunity in the future, and their status as ancient clans would cease to exist.
"Profound Thunder Sword!"
Ye Shisan let out a low growl, a cold glint surging in his eyes. With his shout, the Profound Thunder Sword seemed to sense him, gradually becoming loose.
At this precise moment, three figures in black appeared before everyone. Their expressions were indifferent as they looked down upon the crowd. "Meng Po, you mobilized so many forces for these mere shrimps! To send us, the Three Ghost Saints!"
"We cannot let them obtain the Profound Thunder Sword!"
Meng Po stated, "Otherwise, it will be disadvantageous to the Phantom Hall!"
"Rest assured, as long as we are here, no one will be able to take the Profound Thunder Sword!"
The Three Ghost Saints narrowed their eyes, radiating confidence with a faint chill. They then glanced at Ye Shisan, "Little fellow, if you wish to live, then get out of the way, or you are likely in grave danger!"
"As a member of the Ye Clan, and the young master of the Ye Clan, how could I fear you!"
Ye Shisan smiled faintly, "Do you overestimate yourselves? Even if you are Ghost Saints of the Phantom Hall, I will never bow down to you!"
Following these words, the Three Ghost Saints burst into laughter. They were figures of immense stature, capable of shaking the masses with a mere stomp, and thus would not take Ye Shisan seriously.
At that very instant, the Three Ghost Saints unleashed a surge of energy, hurtling towards Ye Shisan.
The Third Elder's face turned ashen. He was currently suppressed by Meng Po, making it impossible for him to resist the Three Ghost Saints. With the Ye Clan's experts not yet arrived, if Ye Shisan were to suffer any harm, they would all collapse.
Boom...
Just as Ye Shisan was about to be severely injured, a roaring sound echoed. Following this sound, everyone looked to see that the previously sealed Profound Thunder Sword had suddenly been drawn by Ye Shisan, emitting a powerful and dazzling light.
"So powerful, such a powerful aura!"
Their eyes filled with astonishment, everyone exclaimed.
At this moment, Ye Shisan held the Profound Thunder Sword, brimming with vitality.
"Profound Thunder Sword!"
Lu Fan's face lit up with joy. "Finally obtained it!"
"We absolutely cannot let them take the divine sword!"
Meng Po's voice rang out again. "We must stop them!"
One of the Ghost Saints nodded slightly, transforming into a fleeting shadow and directly appearing before Ye Shisan. As Saint-level experts, they would show no restraint, especially towards these mere youngsters.
"Four swords unsheathed!"
Seeing the dire situation, Lu Fan shouted, and his figure shot into the sky. The Tai Xu Sword exuded an ancient aura, carrying a powerful presence.
At this moment, the other individuals also drew their divine swords. The power of three swords combined was already formidable. Now, with four swords gathered, it would undoubtedly cause a significant stir.
The Ghost Saints, witnessing this scene, were filled with disdain. In their eyes, no matter what Lu Fan and the others possessed, it posed no threat to them. Perhaps this was their confidence.
"Do not underestimate them!"
Meng Po spoke, "The three of you attack together and retrieve the divine sword!"
"I alone am sufficient!" one Ghost Saint declared. "You need not act!"