“I have already sent people to set up teleportation arrays near the major sects. As long as we are fast enough, we can defeat them one by one, eliminating future troubles!”
Boom—
Heavenly thunder exploded.
Everyone felt fear, a chill shooting straight to their spiritual core.
Even if Chu Huaian succeeded, how many people would die?
To describe it as a living hell would not be an exaggeration.
More than fifty sects combined, a total of over two million cultivators!
How many cultivators were there in the entire Jizhou?
Only about six million.
Chu Huaian intended to slaughter one-third of Jizhou's cultivators; if he succeeded, it would simply be a great disaster.
For everyone, the left was hell, and the right was also hell.
Since there was no choice, they might as well go all the way.
“My Star Sect now has less than one-tenth of its original members, with ninety percent of its disciples dead. This time, we shall use the blood of our enemies to honor the disciples of the Star Sect!”
Feng Qingyang was the first to step forward in support, with over a thousand disciples standing behind him, each exuding a murderous aura.
“Alas…” Jing Yuan let out a long, turbid breath.
This path was his own choice; even if it was paved with corpses, he would grit his teeth and see it through.
“Ziwei Sect is willing to go.”
Jing Yuan uttered seven difficult words, looking as if he had aged decades.
A dignified first-rank righteous sect, to one day be reduced to a butcher’s knife, it was truly absurd!
“Sect Master, we are willing to go and avenge our fallen senior and junior brothers!” A Ziwei Sect disciple cried out loudly, wiping away tears.
Whoosh—
Over seventy thousand disciples stood behind Jing Yuan.
Finally, for the remaining Hehuan Sect, everyone looked towards an old man, who was the Grand Elder of the Hehuan Sect.
Bai Yue was currently heavily injured and unconscious; the one with the highest prestige here was him.
“There’s nothing to hesitate about. My Demonic Path has always advocated for cutting the grass by the roots, and this old man highly approves of Chu Huaian’s proposal,” the old man said indifferently.
“Since that is the case, then please, everyone, follow me into the sect.”
After Chu Huaian finished speaking, he led everyone into the Hua Xia Sect.
In the center of the plaza, Fang Yuan and the others had already returned and set up all the teleportation arrays.
“Everyone, divide into three groups. I will lead the Hua Xia Sect and the Star Sect to the southern region, the Ziwei Sect will go east, the west will be handled by the Hehuan Sect, and finally, we will all head north together to attack the Limitless Sect and the Lian Shi Sect!”
Chu Huaian laid out the entire plan and meticulously deployed the combat details.
Fang Yuan and the others also recounted the situations they encountered.
Jing Yuan was not surprised that the Lian Shi Sect and the Limitless Sect had Transformation God Realm cultivators presiding over them.
“Chu Xiaozi, the Limitless Sect and the Lian Shi Sect are both first-rank sects. It is not an easy task to eradicate both sects simultaneously, and the result could very likely be a mutual loss.”
As departure approached, Jing Yuan stopped Chu Huaian’s bold idea.
“Then, what is Senior’s intention?”
“Gather all forces to deal with the Lian Shi Sect. At that time, with the Limitless Sect losing this ally, they will definitely not dare to act rashly.”
“As the number one sect in the north, the Limitless Sect’s foundation is not as simple as it appears on the surface. It is best to proceed slowly and settle accounts with them later.”
Chu Huaian pondered for a moment, thinking that Jing Yuan’s words made a lot of sense. Indeed, facing two major first-rank sects at once carried significant risks.
He no longer hesitated and agreed to Jing Yuan’s proposal.
To prevent the Grand Elders of the Lian Shi Sect from returning to defend, Jing Yuan and the old man informed their respective sect’s Grand Elders via sound transmission talismans, instructing them to do their utmost to hold back the enemies.
Time was pressing, so Chu Huaian decided to divide his forces into three routes.
The Ziwei Sect was responsible for clearing out hostile sects in the east, while the Hehuan Sect was in charge of the west. The remaining southern area was entrusted to the Hua Xia Sect and the Star Sect.
Finally, everyone would gather in the north and march to attack the Lian Shi Sect.
...
Falling Cloud Sect, an old medium-grade sect second only to the Ziwei Sect.
The sect had over seventy thousand disciples and more than thirty Yuan Ying Stage elders.
However, in this battle, a group of elders, including the sect master, all died in battle, leaving only three later Grand Elders.
Two at Yuan Ying Stage peak, and one at Yuan Ying Stage.
Just as the three of them were rushing back with the remaining disciples, the sight before them shattered the hearts of everyone present.
All the sect buildings were destroyed, and corpses lay on the ground, their blood not yet dried, their eyes wide open in death.
“Ah!!!” A Grand Elder roared to the sky, murderous intent soaring into the clouds.
“Hua Xia Sect!! This enmity is irreconcilable!”
No sooner had he spoken than a flash of light appeared in a secret forest a hundred miles away.
Everyone turned their heads abruptly.
“It’s the Hua Xia Sect, how is that possible?!” Someone cried out in horror.
“Not good, we’ve been tricked!” A Grand Elder’s eyes were splitting with rage as he roared, “All disciples, form ranks and meet the enemy!”
“Kill!!”
In front, Chu Huaian’s eyes were cold as he gazed at the dense crowd ahead.
“Finish them quickly, leave no one alive!”
Purple light shone, and the white light in his hand tore through space, a sword strike aimed at a Grand Elder.
“Kill!”
Chu Huaian took the lead, bringing Li Taibai, Luo Xi, and Feng Qingyang to confront the three Grand Elders.
The remaining players, leading over a thousand Star Sect disciples, brutally tore open the Falling Cloud Sect’s defenses, charging into the crowd with unstoppable momentum.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—
Sword qi and saber qi clashed, and various spells and divine abilities rose and fell.
At the very front of the crowd, Fang Yuan held the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, coordinating with Sun Yiyi and Qin Hao, continuously reaping lives.
The black aura of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner grew denser and denser, and the resentful souls within it increased.
Everyone learned from previous battle experiences, forming groups of ten, supporting each other, and managed to utterly rout the more than fifty thousand disciples.
The Falling Cloud Sect had now turned into a human purgatory, with screams and cries for help echoing through the sky.
Corpses lay in pools of blood, then were mercilessly trampled upon.
Who would have thought that a moment ago they were the butchers, and now they had become the fish on the chopping block? How tragic and lamentable.
Watching one disciple after another die tragically, an elder cried out in grief and indignation: “Escape, all disciples, quickly escape!”
“Live on with the sect’s will; as long as you live, the Falling Cloud Sect still has a chance!”
Boom, boom—
The three Grand Elders instantly burned their origin, protecting the remaining disciples in a suicidal manner.
Chu Huaian remained unmoved, the murderous intent in his heart showing no signs of diminishing.
New grudges and old debts, all to be settled today!
“Nine Netherworld’s Profound, Thunder Lock Soul Punishment.”
“Bone-corroding Soul-shattering, Forever Suppressed in the Netherworld!”
“Chaos Divine Thunder Third Form!”
“Nine Netherworld Chaos Thunder Chain!”
The earth cracked open, and a surge of malevolent qi flew out from the Nine Netherworld, instantly merging into the gray lightning, transforming into chaotic thunder chains that completely surrounded the three old men.
The thunder chains were like maggots to the bone, corroding the flesh and blood of the three old men, polluting their souls.
Watching the three old men let out heart-wrenching screams, Chu Huaian’s heart remained unperturbed. This technique was wielded by murderous intent; if even a hint of mercy appeared, the technique would backfire on himself.
Luo Xi covered Xia Ling’s eyes and turned her head away, unable to bear looking.
Li Taibai and Shen Qinghan exchanged glances, remaining silent.
Only Zhao Shijie and Chu Heshan were still casting dao spells, cutting off the three old men’s escape routes.
Just as the three men’s souls were about to dissipate, a Soul Refining Banner suddenly appeared, sucking the souls of the three old men into the banner.
With the three dead, the outcome was already determined.
All the disciples of the Falling Cloud Sect were slaughtered.
Looking at the ground covered with corpses, a strange glint flashed in Chu Huaian’s eyes as he said in a deep voice, “Next sect.”
