God-Tier Providence Chapter 139

Chapter 139: Chapter 139

It made Cyrus so angry he blew his beard and glared, unable to sleep for several days.

Garret smiled mysteriously. "That Alex is currently in the Southwestern region, fighting for the Vault of Divine Blade Heart."

"The Second Elder, Adrian, has been executing missions around the Heavenly Fla Capital area lately and won’t be back anyti soon."

"Right now, the Hale family’s Holy Land only has the First Elder, Cedric, holding down the fort. It is emptier than it has ever been before."

"Oh?" Cyrus raised an eyebrow.

"You want

to lead our family’s disciples and launch a sneak attack on the Hale family’s Holy Land?"

"Correct!" Garret nodded excitedly.

"As the premier, top-tier family among the Saint Lineages, the Hale family has a massive enterprise. Incredibly wealthy and imposing."

"In their treasury and scripture pavilion, there is an unknown amount of spirit stones. Priceless, exceedingly rare treasures, top-tier cultivation thods."

"If we can successfully ransack the Hale family this ti, the value will absolutely surpass a re Vault of Divine Blade Heart."

"When that ti cos, our Noir Family will completely turn our fortunes around!"

"Hahahaha, excellent!" A ferocious sneer curled at the corners of Cyrus’s mouth. He waved his hand.

"Garret, go and transmit the order imdiately!"

"Have every male mber of the entire clan at the Qi Gathering Realm and above get ready!"

"Tomorrow night, we launch a lightning strike on the Hale family’s Holy Land and ransack their treasury!"

"Yes!" Garret nodded heavily. Equally incredibly excited.

It seed he already couldn’t wait to swim freely in the ocean of books inside the Hale family’s Scripture Pavilion.

...

The next day. Early in the morning.

The crowd of Divine Blade Sect elders gathered once again inside the Peak Master’s Hall of Sunblaze Peak. However, compared to yesterday, today’s eting was missing one more person.

"Junior Brothers, it seems the very thing we feared has occurred after all." Vincent sighed. His complexion heavy.

"Last night, that organization struck again and launched a sneak attack on Venomscale Peak."

"Similarly, the entire peak was annihilated without a single survivor."

"The Peak Master, Junior Brother Dariel, has fallen in battle."

Yesterday, upon hearing the news of Rorin’s death, all the Peak Masters felt heavy-hearted. Profoundly sorrowful.

But today, upon announcing Dariel’s death, the crowd acted completely unbothered. As if nothing had happened.

In fact... they even wanted to laugh a little bit.

Vincent said deeply. "When those attackers struck last night, Dariel attempted to call

for help."

"But at the ti, I was leading disciples on patrol and didn’t carry my communication jade slip. So I failed to hear it."

"Junior Brothers, why did none of you rush over to lend a helping hand?"

Aerin spoke first. "Senior Brother, you know . I would never just stand by and watch soone die without trying to save them."

"It’s just that last night, when Junior Brother Dariel asked for help, I was leading my disciples in forging peak-protecting treasured swords."

"Therefore, I didn’t hear Junior Brother Dariel’s cries for help. Inadvertently costing him his life."

"Junior Brother Dariel, your Second Senior Brother has wronged you!"

Vincent then looked toward Nerin.

"Senior Brother, you know . I am a person who prioritizes his family." Nerin said.

"Last night, when Junior Brother Dariel asked for help, I was enjoying the pleasures of the bedchamber with my wife."

"Therefore, I didn’t hear Junior Brother Dariel’s cries for help. Inadvertently costing him his life."

"Junior Brother Dariel, your Fourth Senior Brother has wronged you!"

Vincent then looked toward Loris.

Master Loris put on a miserable face. "Senior Brother, you know . In my daily life, I have always been frail and prone to illness."

"Last night, when Junior Brother Dariel asked for help, I contracted a cold wind ailnt. My entire body was in such excruciating pain that I couldn’t even move an inch."

"Therefore, I was unable to rush over in ti to rescue Senior Brother Dariel."

"Senior Brother Dariel, your Sixth Junior Brother has wronged you!"

After asking everyone one by one, Vincent sighed heavily. "I hear it now. Every single one of you had your own unspoken difficulties."

"We can only bla Junior Brother Dariel’s destined fate. The Heavens simply did not protect him."

The crowd instantly felt a secret surge of amusent. It seed Senior Brother Vincent had also been dissatisfied with Dariel for a very long ti.

Otherwise, how could he just turn the page on his death with such a simple, concluding sentence?

"Senior Brother, when I went to Venomscale Peak early this morning, I investigated and found so clues." Torin stood up and placed two items on the long table.

The crowd focused their gazes.

A single deep purple bone, and a small vial of fresh blood that emitted billowing purple mist.

Master Vincent froze slightly. "Junior Brother Torin, this is...?"

"Senior Brother, this bone is what I picked up at Heaven-Turning Peak the night before last." Master Torin replied.

"And this small vial of fresh blood was extracted from a fallen leaf at Venomscale Peak this morning."

"The auras within these two items are identical. Proving the perpetrators are the exact sa group."

"Furthermore, I’m afraid these are the only two remaining bodily remains from the over forty thousand disciples across both peaks."

Hearing of this cruel slaughtering thod, the elders all couldn’t help but shrink their necks in fear.

Aerin examined them for a mont. Frowning. "This purple mist on top... I feel like it’s sowhat familiar."

"Right!" His eyes widened.

"These mists originate from the Purple Cloud Demon Sword!"

"The ominous sword that I personally forged back then!"

The crowd couldn’t help but be shocked.

Nerin said in terror. "That’s right."

"The Purple Cloud Demon Sword can unleash Soul-Devouring Swords. Grinding the flesh and blood of all surrounding living beings into fine powder. Absorbing their souls and blood essence to convert into spiritual energy."

"Back then, Evil Sword used this exact sword to slaughter several villages. Murdering tens of thousands of villagers without leaving a single trace."

"No wonder the disciples of these two peaks were killed so cleanly."

Vincent’s brow furrowed deeply. "However, that Purple Cloud Demon Sword was clearly destroyed by my own hands back then."