Chapter 70

Ming (5)

Immediately after the young Taishi's neck was broken by Gaozongxue.

Sansado did not care about his son's death. He must have gone to Daoyuanxiang.

The Blood Flame Sect disciples did not worry about the safety of those who had left. What angered them was the trivial matters of the present world.

"Filthy wretch."

The lowly creature from Rihuangcheng moved his hands at will. Though he possessed unknown talents, his martial prowess was not yet formidable enough to challenge the world.

He was still nothing more than a worthless brat.

"Bring him in."

The Blood Flame Sect leader spoke in a low voice.

Sitting in the Taishi's seat, he propped his chin with his hand, his silver-like white hair, shiny from oil, flowing down.

His expression was inscrutable. At least, it seemed he did not intend to execute the Taishi on the spot.

'This must not be allowed.'

Sansado thought.

The lowly creature from Rihuangcheng was quite dangerous. It was impossible to gauge his innate talents, and his character was unpredictable.

A brat who dared to act recklessly in front of the Blood Flame Sect leader, he possessed qualities that were rare in the world. He would grow into someone uncontrollable.

-He must be eliminated.

He spoke through Yiqizhuan (御氣傳聲), a technique for sending secret messages to multiple people.

It was a fleeting moment. Enraged elders were rushing at the young creature, but the Blood Blade Sect's techniques would be hard to withstand.

The creature possessed magical and martial arts, and even mastered the Malahongxue Gong. The Blood Blade Sect's techniques were no match for him.

-You, Lusado, step forward.

-Do not command me.

A raw, guttural voice came from his chest.

Sansado glanced at Lusado, who was thin and had a stern expression.

There were four Elders in the Blood Flame Sect's main hall. Excluding the Seventh and Fourteenth Elders who were on reconnaissance, there were two.

Lusado might as well be counted as absent. He was a heretic who pursued the ultimate in martial arts despite mastering the Blood Gong.

To break the creature's limbs without showing a repulsive appearance, Sansado himself had to step forward.

He stood up.

He activated the Malahongxue Gong. Soon, the abundant divine energy (神氣) from his entire body's meridians filled him.

Huu!

Sansado released the burning true qi along with his intent.

The net of momentum enveloped the entire body of the Taishi, who stood calmly.

It was a high-level cultivation technique praised as comparable to the imperial sword form of the Nan Gong family. It would feel like an intangible prison.

Would he dare to resist even one move? He was a brat who showed reckless arrogance, intoxicated by his own talents. Even a single move would be a waste.

'I must tear off his limbs.'

He saw the creature's eyes turn a pale sky blue. The Elder's insight pierced through the young creature's gaze.

The movement of his pupils was strange. While blocking the Blood Blade Sect's attacks, he was looking elsewhere, as if immersed in his inner world.

It was remarkable. His mind was focused elsewhere.

"I know your family well. A third-rate martial family, nothing more."

Sansado slowly descended the stairs and spoke.

"Xin Ye County, Henan. Zheng Family Manor."

His memory was clear.

"You enjoyed the fertile land beyond your station."

Due to the complex structure of the Thirteen Thousand Sects, he had to cooperate with the sword spirits of the Evil Blade Sect.

The task of weakening the power of the Heavenly Tree. He ordered the destruction of the insignificant third-rate family and the burning of the land.

It was a trivial matter for the Sect leader, but in essence, the lowly creature had acted as a grandmaster in front of his enemies.

"Did you know that your father, the head of Zheng Family Manor, was a well-known playboy in Henan? He spread countless scandals with various young ladies. With his outstanding appearance, he even seduced your mother. The narrow-mindedness of the previous Xin Jian Sect leader was known to all, and he was considered a gentleman for sparing the life of a man who took a concubine from a family he had severed ties with."

His tone carried a mocking laughter.

"Your father was a rogue, and that is why you are a lowborn. Even as the grandson of Ma Yanjie, it is the same. The old relic hesitated to seek revenge from the Rihuangcheng lord and decided to spare you, but you repay the Sect's kindness with enmity."

The moment the Seventh Elder's left eye fell, all the Blood Flame Sect's secret channels were mobilized.

They even threatened the Xiaowen, the underworld's communication network, to gather all the information about Rihuangcheng.

The situation was absurd. The creature he had spared out of concern for future troubles had become another source of trouble. The enmity and gratitude in the martial world were so intricate.

"You have well transformed the Chuxue Gong."

Sansado's voice grew rough. His power, which had reached the realm of an Elder, boiled up to his throat.

"Now, your insignificant limbs are no longer needed. A mouth is enough. I will pierce you with needles starting from your fingernails. Your arrogant words will turn into humility when your skin is flayed."

Zzzz!

The lowly creature was holding off the combined attacks of the Blood Blade Sect quite well.

He moved fluidly, extending his hands as if in a state of no-self. His footwork was graceful.

A calm wave of energy approached, with his internal power being manipulated with astonishing delicacy from all his meridians.

He spewed out the momentum of the Malahongxue Gong, effortlessly breaking the heads of the Blood Blade Sect disciples as if they were using magical martial arts.

It was shocking. He should not be allowed to grow any further.

"Step forward."

He gave a low command, and the Blood Blade Sect disciples withdrew. The path was instantly clear. Sansado moved towards the lowly creature.

"Skill level encompasses martial experience in the world. People are the same. They grow stronger with time. Your meager senses have yet to blossom. This is what it means to be a novice."

He rambled on, knowing the creature was not listening.

He intended to sever the limbs of a promising newcomer who had left a significant mark in the martial world. It was a strange feeling.

"One move. If you try to block it, you will be killed instantly. As a lowborn, you must behave properly."

At that moment.

Rumble!

The sky suddenly rumbled. Sansado doubted his senses.

Even at the peak of a supreme cultivator, he wondered if he had seen it wrong.

No, it was real.

Boom!

The second rumble was different. Something shattered. It felt as if the heavens and earth were being torn apart.

The Liyanxueling Formation immediately came to mind. If his intuition was correct, it was indeed the tearing of the heavens and earth.

It was a timeless barrier that had protected the main hall for hundreds of years. The destruction of the Liyanxueling Formation meant the collapse of the Blood Flame Sect's world.

"Yueling Shenji (月靈神技)!"

It came from behind. The Sect leader, who had been watching calmly, suddenly stood up. The dignity of a supreme being was gone from his posture.

Boom!

A sudden white storm swept in. Fragments of the shattered barrier were scattered.

Sansado immediately sensed it with his vast perception.

The energy spreading in all directions, combined with the wind from the outside world, overwhelmed the main hall.

Roar!

The sounds of martial people invading from all directions.

What had the Seventh and Fourteenth Elders done? They had gone on reconnaissance with several elite Blood Blade Sect disciples. It was an unknown situation.

It was meaningless now.

Sansado was in a panic. The same was true for the other supreme cultivators in the main hall who could sense the destruction of the magical formation.

These were people who could be formidable anywhere in the world, and they all looked up.

A figure was descending from the distant sky.

In an instant, a body that had disappeared like the wind reappeared on the ground.

His green hair and clothes shone with a transcendent clarity, as if detached from reality.

"......"

A woman stood lightly on the ground, like a descending fairy.

The presence emanating from her entire body was different. The bodies of the Blood Flame Sect's experts stiffened.

The higher one's martial level, the more profound the fear they felt.

She was not a fairy. She was the King of Hell.

Crack.

She took a step as if on a leisurely stroll. The end of her green robe brushed the ground softly.

When had she drawn her sword? The light flowing down from the sword she held sideways seeped into her luminous eyes and white skin.

The sunlight seemed unusually bright.

"Mi... Mi......"

The Blood Flame Sect leader muttered.

There were portraits of absolute experts that the world's great figures memorized.

Her face was the first. Whether a regional warlord or a major martial sect, they all agreed.

Even the royal families of small countries were no different.

"Rihuangcheng Lord......?"

Sansado's voice carried a question.

It was because the reality had not yet set in. The situation was such.

Her appearance could not be captured in a single portrait. Her extreme beauty had delayed recognition.

No, it was not important.

When the Rihuangcheng Lord took another slow step, Sansado felt a chill as if an icicle had pierced the back of