In the past few days, Casey and his group had not left the Ethereal Sect compound. They stayed in a courtyard on the west side, focused on their cultivation. The resources provided by Jorge Craft, even excluding the king-grade spirit stones, were more than sufficient for everyone.
Additionally, Stout had brought a large quantity of spiritual fruits, beast cores, and various pills from the Forbidden Ruins Space. As a result, even without a Gathering Spirit Array, their cultivation speed was impressive.
Billy was also busy practicing the ‘Strengthening Bloodline Method.’ He could increasingly feel the benefits of this method. Over time, he noticed significant improvements in his bloodline power. He was confident that soon, just by activating his bloodline power, he could elevate his cultivation level by two ranks.
Moreover, his resistance to physical attacks was also improving. Now, if he activated his bloodline power, he could withstand a strike from an eighth-rank Holy Realm expert without any issue.
During this period, he attempted to communicate with Purple Spirit twice, but she did not respond, as if she were in a deep sleep. He guessed that Purple Spirit might be in a state of seclusion, so he decided not to disturb her further.
Yesterday afternoon, Kian George and three other elders from the Guardian Alliance came to greet Billy. They mentioned they had to leave Sky City for a few days and advised Billy’s group to stay at the Ethereal Sect and wait for the old master.
Two days ago, Billy inquired about Harleen and Ivy with Jorge Craft. He learned that they were currently at Canyon View Institute and temporarily safe, which put his mind at ease. He also asked about the origins of Canyon View Institute. Jorge Craft only told him that it was a powerful force far above Sky City. For more detailed information, Jorge Craft suggested waiting for the old master’s return.
That morning, while Billy and his group were cultivating in the courtyard, a formidable aura suddenly enveloped the Ethereal Sect compound. Many people inside involuntarily shuddered and walked out of their rooms with faces full of shock.
“Boss, it seems like the people from Quicksand Sect have arrived!” Casey’s group gathered around Billy.
“They’ve finally made their move!” Billy stood up after finishing his practice. “Let’s go out and take a look!”
Although they hadn’t left the courtyard in the past few days, they were still aware of the outside situation. Rumor had it that many sects in Sky City had been frequently visiting Quicksand Sect recently, clearly plotting something. Despite knowing this, Ethereal Sect had taken no action, seemingly unconcerned.
“Mr Billy!” As Billy’s group reached the courtyard plaza, Jorge Craft and several members of the Ethereal Sect Elder Pavilion approached. Among them were three genuine Otherworldly Realm experts: Sect Master Jorge Craft, Grand Elder Oscar Craft, and Second Elder Ethan Craft. Originally, there were six Otherworldly Realm experts in the sect, but Aubree had gone to Canyon View Institute. Vice Master Abel Craft and one of his loyal followers had been crippled recently, leaving only three.
Besides Jorge Craft’s group, there were two half-step Otherworldly Realm experts, two ninth-rank Holy Realm experts, four eighth-rank Holy Realm experts, and others with lower cultivation levels. Such a lineup was unmatched in Sky City, except for the City Lord’s Mansion.
“Mr Craft, I apologize for bringing trouble to Ethereal Sect,” Billy said with a hint of guilt.
“Mr Billy, you’re too kind!” Jorge Craft smiled. “Even without your involvement, this battle was inevitable; it was only a matter of time.”
“But…” Billy began.
“Mr Billy, their people have arrived. Be cautious!” Jorge Craft interrupted him. “If you can’t win, just hold them off for a few minutes.”
As he finished speaking, about a hundred figures appeared in the sky. Leading them was Victor Chapman, Sect Master of Quicksand Sect. Behind him were Vice Sect Master Lane Chapman and Grand Elder Izayah Chapman, both Otherworldly Realm experts. Besides them, there were two men and one woman who appeared to be in their fifties. Their auras indicated they were late-stage Holy Realm experts. These three were leaders of prominent sects in Sky City.
Among the eighty or ninety people following them, most were Holy Realm experts, with the weakest being late-stage Sacred Realm. Such a formation was unheard of in Forbidden Ruins Space.
Jorge Craft led the Ethereal Sect members and Billy’s group to meet them in mid-air several kilometers away from the Ethereal Sect compound to avoid turning it into ruins during the battle.
“Mr Chapman, what brings you here with such a grand entourage?” Jorge Craft asked Victor Chapman calmly.
“Jorge Craft, let’s cut to the chase. You know why I’m here!” Victor Chapman responded coldly. “If you don’t want Ethereal Sect to fall completely, agree to my three conditions, and I’ll spare you out of respect for our ancestors.”
“Let’s hear them,” Jorge Craft replied with a faint smile.
“First, hand over Billy. He killed many members of Quicksand Sect and must pay with his blood! Second, hand over your daughter; I will let my youngest son deal with her fate. Third, abolish your own cultivation and step down as Sect Master of Ethereal Sect!”
“If you meet these three conditions, Ethereal Sect can survive! Otherwise, after today, Sky City will no longer have an Ethereal Sect!”
“Another fool!” White Tiger couldn’t help but comment after hearing Victor Chapman’s demands.
“How dare you!” Quicksand Sect’s Grand Elder growled.
As his voice echoed, a spiritual power blade materialized in front of White Tiger and slashed towards him.
Before the blade could reach White Tiger, Jorge Craft waved his hand, shattering it. The powerful shockwave pushed White Tiger back a hundred meters, causing his blood to churn.
“If you can’t control your mouth again, you’ll die!” Izayah Chapman warned White Tiger after glancing at Jorge Craft.
“You old fool! If you fall into my hands…” White Tiger retorted after suppressing his churning blood.
“White Tiger!” Billy stopped him.
White Tiger opened his mouth but said nothing more.
“Victor Chapman, have you thought this through?” Jorge Craft asked calmly. “If you withdraw now before the battle starts, I can pretend nothing happened.”
“Do you think that’s possible?” Victor Chapman sneered at Jorge Craft.