The Qing Ming Sect's Sect Protection Array roared!
CRACK!
In an instant, the entire Sect Protection Array shattered into pieces!
CRASH!
Streaks of light soared into the sky!
"Ah—what is this damned thing!"
"My mana! What's happening!"
"Why do I feel my Nascent Soul collapsing!"
In the blink of an eye, over ten thousand Qing Ming Sect disciples had gathered at the sect's entrance. When they saw the blood dragons hovering in mid-air, each one of them was petrified!
SWOOSH!
SWOOSH!
SWOOSH!
The Qing Ming Sect disciples tried to flee in all directions!
However, it was useless.
The blood dragons swept across the sky!
"Ah—"
"Don't devour !"
"Spare ! I surrender!"
Screams and pleas echoed incessantly.
The Qingyang Swordmaster stood motionless, looking down with an expressionless face.
A mont later, scarcely a few people remained before the Qing Ming Sect's gate.
"Qingyang Swordmaster! You are ruthless! You actually slaughtered your own sect mbers!"
"Fellow Daoist Qingyang, why must you annihilate us? Though we betrayed the sect, our cris do not warrant death!"
"Fellow Daoist! We were wrong! We beg you to show rcy!"
As the blood dragons drew near, the first few to cry out began to tremble. Kneeling in the air, they kowtowed desperately, begging for their lives.
"Heh."
The Qingyang Swordmaster sneered.
We shouldn't have co here to die! Chen Zheng looked at the few disciples begging below and sighed inwardly. He put on a sorrowful expression and looked up at the Qingyang Swordmaster. "Fellow Daoist, by slaughtering the disciples of my Qing Ming Sect, aren't you afraid of bringing disaster upon yourself? To tell you the truth, our Qing Ming Sect's ancestors once offended an Immortal Venerable, and the corpse of an Immortal Monarch is buried in our ancestral tomb! If you insist on this massacre, once that Immortal Venerable's corpse awakens, you will surely die!"
"Hmm?" The Qingyang Swordmaster frowned.
"Do you believe ?" Chen Zheng asked tentatively.
"What do you think?" the Qingyang Swordmaster asked in return.
With a heavy sigh, Chen Zheng gave the Qingyang Swordmaster a long, hard look and shook his head. He then stepped forward, instantly crossing tens of thousands of ters, and pierced a Qing Ming Sect disciple's head with his sword. Another slash took down several more disciples. Finally, he leaped to the ground, drove his sword into the earth, and knelt on one knee. "Please forgive my transgression! I, Chen Zheng, am willing to serve you! Please accept as your disciple. I swear I will never defy you!"
"Hmm." The Qingyang Swordmaster nodded, slightly satisfied. He sized Chen Zheng up for a mont before waving his hand. A drop of his essence blood shot out and landed between Chen Zheng's eyebrows. Instantly, a flood of vast information surged into Chen Zheng's mind.
So, this guy has been cultivating the Imperial Lightning Art... Hmm, and this Cultivation Technique...
A mont later, a look of realization dawned on the Qingyang Swordmaster's face.
It turned out Chen Zheng was cultivating a lightning-based Cultivation Technique of the Immortal grade. According to the information, he had obtained a Lei Dao Scroll in so secret realm. This Lei Dao Scroll contained an Immortal-rank Cultivation Technique called Thunderous Might! Furthermore, this technique could only be cultivated by those in the Foundation Establishnt Stage.
This ti, the guy had really stumbled upon a huge fortune.
But as the Qingyang Swordmaster glanced over the devastated surroundings, his brow furrowed once more. His recent exertions had depleted much of his True Yuan, and the Sect Protection Array had yet to recover. This wouldn't do. Since Chen Zheng was the one who had set up the Sect Protection Array, he should have a way to fix it.
The Qingyang Swordmaster's gaze swept over the figures around him.
These people were all core disciples of the Qing Ming Sect. The other disciples were scattered throughout the sect and could not gather quickly. As for the disciples in the Golden Core and Core Formation Stages, they were already scared witless, hiding in their cultivation abodes and not daring to show their faces.
"Hmm? What's that?"
Suddenly, the Qingyang Swordmaster's brows furrowed as he looked toward the distant horizon.
A flying boat was approaching at high speed.
"Not good! It's reinforcents from the Qing Ming Sect! Quick! Activate the array! Stop them from entering!" Chen Zheng's pupils shrank as he scread.
BOOM!
The Sect Protection Array erupted once more.
However, it was useless.
The Qing Ming Sect's Sect Protection Array was completely unable to stop the flying boat. With a loud BANG, a hole was pierced through the array. Two individuals stepped out from the flying boat. The one on the right was a woman, while the one on the left was an old man whose aura was imasurably stronger than hers.
"Hmph! You of the Qing Ming Sect have so nerve, sneak-attacking my martial brothers!"
As soon as the woman appeared, she struck out with her palm.
THUD!
THUD!
Inside the Sect Protection Array, all the elders and disciples were instantly knocked unconscious.
At that mont, the few traitorous Qing Ming Sect disciples leaped up, howling like madn.
"Junior Sister! You've co at the perfect ti! This bastard surnad Li has destroyed the Qing Ming Sect's gate! Avenge your senior brother and kill him!"
"Yes! Help Senior Brother slay this scoundrel!"
"I want to eat at, drink wine, and sleep with won!"
SWOOSH!
The woman's gaze turned icy. She didn't even bother to glance at them, instead fixing her eyes on the Qingyang Swordmaster.
"Oh? A little girl?" the Qingyang Swordmaster said, giving the woman a dismissive glance, his brow slightly furrowing.
I can't sense her cultivation level, but I can vaguely perceive that she's formidable. But what does it matter? She's just a little girl at the ninth level of Qi Refinent.
A few of the other Qing Ming Sect disciples began to roar frantically.
"Help us, Senior Brother! Co help ! This little girl is formidable!"
"Fellow Daoist Qingyang, if you assist , I, Chen Zheng, will be eternally grateful!"
They loathed the woman, Li Mu, to the bone and wished for the Qingyang Swordmaster to kill both her and the man by her side.
"Heh." The Qingyang Swordmaster sneered contemptuously. With a casual flick of his sleeve, a beam of sword light shot out, transforming into an ancient sword. In an instant, it sliced the noisy, traitorous disciples in two.
"This..."
Chen Zheng was stunned.
I had considered many possibilities. I even guessed that the Qingyang Swordmaster would intervene to protect us. But I never, ever expected him to just kill those Qing Ming Sect disciples!
"Are you seeking death?!" the woman shrieked. She was montarily stunned by the sudden deaths of her allies, then flew into a rage. She lunged forward to attack the Qingyang Swordmaster, but as soon as she drew near, an intense pain shot through her entire body. She fell to the ground with a thud, looking up at him in terror. "Who are you! Why do you possess the combat strength of an Immortal King? This... You're not in the Nascent Soul Realm! Who... Who in the world are you!"
"A Nascent Soul cultivator? Haha! A re Nascent Soul cultivator is not worthy of facing my master!" Chen Zheng exclaid from behind the Qingyang Swordmaster, his heart filled with ecstasy.
Master? My mind is racing. I think I understand! No wonder Master is so powerful—he isn't a Golden Core cultivator, he's a grand cultivator! What's more, he's an Immortal King! An expert of the Immortal King Realm! Even if the entire Qing Ming Sect mobilized against him, they wouldn't be able to touch a single hair on his head!
Thinking of this, Chen Zheng was thrilled beyond asure.
"The Immortal King Realm? You, a re junior, you're actually an Immortal King?" The woman on the ground's expression changed drastically. She struggled to her feet, her beautiful eyes shimring with a strange light. She glanced at the Immortal Sword hovering in the air, then gritted her teeth and rushed forward. Chanting an arcane incantation, she pointed fiercely at the Immortal Sword. "Immortal Technique: Ghost Curse!"
HISSS!
A swirling mass of black, sinister wind howled forth.
WHOOSH!
In the blink of an eye, the black wind solidified into a ferocious ghost.
ROAR!
It let out a ghastly howl and pounced on the Qingyang Swordmaster. The ghost's speed was incredible. Its claws shattered the protective spiritual light around the Qingyang Swordmaster, and then its giant maw swallowed him whole. The Qingyang Swordmaster seed to simply vanish into thin air.
"Heh heh! Haha!"
"Serves him right! That kid is dead for sure!"
"Senior Sister is so powerful!"
"This is what happens when you offend our sect! Hahaha!"
The few remaining disciples who had sided with the woman burst into triumphant laughter.
Is that it?
The woman's brow knitted slightly. She glanced at Chen Zheng and the few surviving elders, then looked down at the ground. She noticed that the sword marks left by the Qingyang Swordmaster had already vanished completely.
Hmm?
But in the next second, the woman's expression suddenly darkened. She looked up to find a figure had appeared above her head at so unknown mont.
"Get away from !" the woman shouted sharply, striking out with her palm.
"Eh? Not bad at all," the figure remarked, raising an eyebrow.
BANG!
The figure's right fist slamd into the woman's chest. She scread as she was thrown back several ters, crashing heavily against the rocks.
CRASH
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