Chapter 93

Amidst the sudden ambush that left the headquarters of the Demon Sect in disarray, a group advanced rapidly towards the heart of the Demon Sect. The only ones who could stand against them were the outer guards, whose skills were far inferior, making it almost impossible to stop them.

Moreover, the intruders were none other than the elite members who had shared meals with them until recently and had spent much more time in this place. They knew exactly where the traps were and where it was best to ambush. They even knew the positions where the outer guards were stationed for vigilance.

Thus, the outer defense crumbled very quickly, and the intruders were only detected when they were close to the core. Even though they rushed to respond, the Sura Army of the Xiao Wu Sect had no choice but to clash with the enemy before they could secure a favorable position.

Swords clashed from all sides, and a fierce close-quarters battle began. The elder of the Xiao Wu Sect sensed something strange. The enemy was using not the martial arts of the righteous sects but those of the Demon Sect, and they were high-level techniques.

"Could it be...?"

The elder of the Xiao Wu Sect hoped his guess was wrong. But his guess was gradually becoming a reality. A figure he knew well was slowly walking towards him. A man of moderate build, dressed in black, walked calmly through the battlefield, and no one could stop him.

Occasionally, weapons or fragments of energy flew towards him, but they could not harm him. Instead, the weapons of those who had thrown their swords at him were deflected, and their stances collapsed, leaving them vulnerable to their opponents.

"V-Vice Sect Leader."

A trembling voice escaped the elder's lips in shock. But the voice that replied was soft, almost mocking.

"It's been a long time, elder of the Xiao Wu Sect."

"How, how...?"

The elder's mind was in chaos, unable to comprehend the unimaginable reality. When he was an ally, he was a solid support, but as an enemy, he was the worst opponent. The strongest expert in the 1,000-year history of the Demon Sect stood before him.

The elder of the Xiao Wu Sect stood dumbfounded, unable to draw his sword. Mo Xiang spoke calmly.

"I have come to set the laws of our sect straight. You are one of the nine elders who should protect the laws of our sect. The choice is yours. What will you do?"

The elder of the Xiao Wu Sect quickly gathered his thoughts and looked at Mo Xiang. When their eyes met, Mo Xiang sensed that the elder no longer feared him and smiled bitterly. His eyes were filled with the resolve to die.

'Are you finally ready to shed blood?'

Mo Xiang waited for the elder to make the first move, but instead of drawing his sword, the elder slowly spoke.

"What do you mean by setting the laws straight?"

Mo Xiang answered firmly but softly.

"To eliminate those who, despite their lack of skill, cowardly ambushed and harmed me, and those who harmed the Sect Leader."

"What will you do next? That is clearly personal revenge. You cannot use personal revenge to justify the laws. What will you do after your revenge?"

"Strength is supreme!"

Mo Xiang's answer was a single phrase, but it carried deep meaning.

The elder of the Xiao Wu Sect had a deep-seated ideal rooted in his upbringing in the Demon Sect: the passion for pure strength. The reason he did not stop Zhang Jing's dominance, despite his high popularity, was that he believed the previous Sect Leader, Han Zhongji, did not align with the ideals of the Demon Sect. If Han Zhongji had acted according to the elder's ideals, the Demon Sect would have long embarked on actions to establish their dominance in the world of demons and magic.

Mo Xiang did not align with the elder's ideals in a different way. While he pursued strength, he limited it to personal power. The strength of a person can be multiplied when combined with others, but Mo Xiang ignored the power of the group, focusing solely on his own cultivation and turning a blind eye to the laws of strength that the Demon Sect pursued.

Now, Mo Xiang was invoking "Strength is supreme." This meant he intended to become the leader of the Demon Sect. If he became the Sect Leader, internal conflicts within the Demon Sect would cease, and the members would quickly unite under his leadership. Using this united strength, the possibility of establishing their dominance in the world of demons and magic would be higher than under Zhang Jing, simply because he was stronger.

"Cease the battle!"

The elder of the Xiao Wu Sect's powerful voice echoed like thunder, and his body slowly collapsed as if drained of strength. He knelt and plunged his sword deep into the ground in front of him. Holding the hilt, he bowed deeply and said formally.

"As a subordinate and elder of our sect, I await punishment for failing to uphold the laws."

The elder's voice, imbued with deep inner strength, pierced through the Asura Hall, and the fighting stopped. The high-ranking members of the Sura Army, seeing their leader's actions, quickly understood the situation. Their leader no longer wanted to fight.

They had slightly dejected expressions but silently followed the elder's lead, showing their willingness to die quietly if struck by a sword. However, Mo Xiang's subordinates quickly passed by the kneeling figures, as they were not his targets.

"Take care of the wounded. They were not raised to shed blood in vain. They can shed more valuable blood for our sect in the future."

Without waiting for the elder's response, Mo Xiang quickly turned and followed his subordinates. For a long time after Mo Xiang left, the elder of the Xiao Wu Sect's bowed head remained lowered.