Chapter 68: Tragic

"Shen Chen?! Who, who knows where he is?!"

Lei Song and his group, who were about to ascend the mountain, heard Liu Yong's scream first. Instantly, the faces that were already filled with impatience turned grim with murderous intent.

He looked around and, in a moment, spotted Liu Yong. The latter was shouting Shen Chen's name and running towards them.

"Quick! Bring that boy to me, I have something to ask him!" Lei Song sneered, a trace of wild joy appearing in his eyes.

The seven or eight people Lei Song brought with him also drew their weapons, like frightened beasts, ready to rush over to meet Liu Yong.

"Kill! Not one shall be left alive!"

On the other side, when someone shouted Shen Chen's name, Liao Yan's heart turned cold from head to toe. He drew his golden longsword and, without warning, thrust it fiercely towards Lei Song, who was giving orders.

This was a sudden disaster. No one expected such a change to occur just as they were about to succeed. No one thought that a white-eyed wolf would suddenly appear in the united sect.

Everything was in vain. Liao Yan no longer had time for sorrow or hesitation. He thrust his sword, determined to kill these few Underworld Palace lackeys before the disaster struck, to buy more time for the sect members to escape.

"Kill!!"

The five elders acted simultaneously, showing no mercy. As soon as they attacked, the few Underworld Palace lackeys were pierced from behind before they could even charge out.

"Ah!"

"Ah!!"

"Ah——"

...

In just a few moments, five Underworld Palace lackeys were killed, each pierced through a vital spot by the five elders, their screams echoing one after another.

"Liao Yan, do you know what you're doing?!" On the other side, Lei Song narrowly avoided Liao Yan's sword, his shoulder pierced. He couldn't believe what he was seeing and shouted at Liao Yan in shock and anger.

"If you want to know my intentions, ask the King of Hell!" Liao Yan ignored him, swinging his sword and charging again, causing a splash of blood.

At this point, explanations and appeals were useless. Who didn't know the Underworld Palace's cruelty across the entire Tianlong Continent? Once provoked, there would be no peaceful resolution!

The people Lei Song brought were quickly killed by the five elders, including Situ Chuan. However, there was no joy on their faces, only deep concern. They knew that the Flowing Cloud Sect was truly finished, and centuries of hard work would be destroyed in the most tragic way before their eyes.

After a brief moment of sorrow, the five elders joined Liao Yan, working together to encircle and kill this Blood Fusion Realm Level 12 Lei Song.

Killing this person wouldn't change anything, but at least it could delay the three old monsters and the Underworld Palace people on the mountain for a moment, giving more sect members and disciples time to escape.

In the blink of an eye, Shen Chen and Qi Zheng also arrived, joining the battle and attacking with all their might!

Liu Yong had already fled when he saw the situation was not good. They could have easily chased and killed him, but the current urgent situation did not allow them to seek revenge on the white-eyed wolf. Knowing the intentions of the sect leader and the five elders, they rushed over, hoping to quickly eliminate this major threat together!

Facing the encirclement of so many people, even with his Blood Fusion Realm Level 12 cultivation, Lei Song soon found himself in a dangerous situation. In just ten breaths, he was already in a sorry state, suffering multiple injuries.

"Fine, this is what you deserve!"

Realizing the situation was hopeless, a trace of viciousness appeared in Lei Song's eyes. He took out a jade slip, his face becoming even more sinister.

"Quick, stop him, don't let him crush it!" Seeing this, Elder Situ Chuan was the first to be shocked. The old man, with his extensive knowledge, knew what the jade slip was.

In some powerful sects, such communication devices were not uncommon!

The old man knew that if this person crushed the jade slip, the three old monsters on the mountain would immediately know what was happening here.

And if those three monsters with unfathomable cultivation came, then... the old man didn't dare to imagine further. He could only use all his strength to try to stop it!

However, the jade slip was in Lei Song's hand. Even if the old man's cultivation was higher, it was impossible to stop him. As he lunged with a black tiger heart grab, there was a crack, and the jade slip shattered in Lei Song's hand.

At the same time, Liao Yan's longsword, Qi Zheng's golden spear, and the attacks of the others all pierced Lei Song's body, but it was too late!

"You have no chance, wait to be massacred in despair, hahaha..."

With a final venomous curse, Lei Song slowly fell, his face still twisted with viciousness and malice as he died.

Around them, Liao Yan and the others, who had successfully encircled and killed this Blood Fusion Realm Level 12 strongman, had no trace of joy on their faces, only a pale, tragic look!

It's over!

Even the last sliver of hope was shattered!

"It's all my fault, I should die!" Shen Chen's eyes were already bloodshot, his heart filled with anger and hatred, almost on the verge of madness.

This was a disaster no one could bear, a great tragedy for the Flowing Cloud Sect. He hated himself and hated the Underworld Palace people even more!

"Since it has come to this, let's leave it to fate. This isn't your fault!"

But at this moment, the sect leader Liao Yan had calmed down. After a sigh, he patted Shen Chen's shoulder.

Shen Chen clenched his fists, wanting to say something but not knowing how to start. This was a great favor, indescribable in words. If he didn't repay it in this life, he would be unworthy of being human!

"Elders Chen and Lu, you two immediately notify all the disciples and sect members you can contact, telling them to leave the Cloudy Mist Mountains immediately, to scatter and run as far as they can, and never return!"

Shen Chen stood there, heart heavy, while Liao Yan began to announce the final plan. The sect leader's face was clearly in pain, but he had to speak clearly: "Elders Situ Ya and Xiao Zhenhai, you two immediately take Shen Chen and Qi Zheng and leave. These two young talents are rare and exceptional. If they can escape, perhaps the Flowing Cloud Sect will have a glimmer of hope in the future..."

"Master!"

The crowd mourned together. Each word Liao Yan said was like a steel needle, piercing their hearts.

A few hours ago, the Flowing Cloud Sect was thriving, but now it had suddenly collapsed, and everything would be destroyed. What a desolate and tragic sorrow!

In the end, the Bloodthirsty Lion Chen Fanghao and the Green-faced Wolf Elder were the first to leave, biting their teeth. They carried the lives of thousands of sect members, and any hesitation could cost the lives of hundreds. Despite their many words, they could only bite their teeth and leave.

But Shen Chen and the others refused to leave, wanting to stay and die together!

"Go! If you don't go, you'll be punished according to the sect rules!" Liao Yan roared, his eyes bloodshot, tears streaming down his face. He had to suppress his anger and sorrow, fearing he would lose his last bit of reason.

"Follow the master's orders and leave quickly..." Elder Situ Chuan was trembling all over, weakly waving his hand, his voice hoarse. He was not afraid to stay and die, but he feared dying without purpose, just like the sect leader Liao Yan.

"We're going!"

Elder Xiao Zhenhai couldn't bear to watch anymore. Tears streaming down his face, he covered his face and, without hesitation, grabbed Shen Chen and Qi Zheng's arms, taking large, unsteady steps forward.

Shen Chen and Qi Zheng both wanted to struggle, but feeling the trembling in Xiao Zhenhai's hands, they gritted their teeth, let out a roar to the sky, and stopped resisting!

As Liao Yan had said, if they died, what hope would the Flowing Cloud Sect have?

Elder Situ Ya, though an elder, was a woman and was already in tears, staring at Elder Situ Chuan and