"Boom, boom, boom~~~"
War raged within the Azure Dragon Sect's grounds in the Azure Dragon Mountain Range, explosions ringing out one after another.
Within a hundred-mile radius, every bird and beast was spooked. From outside the Azure Dragon Range, one could clearly see the billowing pillars of smoke surging into the sky and feel the earth beneath one's feet trembling faintly, as though an earthquake were underway.
The commotion stirred up all the surrounding factions and residents near the Azure Dragon Sect. Cultivators and commoners alike stared toward the ancient mountain range shrouded in smoke and dust, sighing one after another.
"What a shame. A sect that has stood for a thousand years, destroyed just like that. Our descendants will have to go elsewhere if they want to cultivate."
"What can you do? The Azure Dragon Sect offended the Lingyun Sect. You reap what you sow. I only hope this war doesn't spill over to us innocent folk."
Faces wore a variety of expressions in that moment — some felt regret, some felt sorrow, and some worried that the flames of war would reach them. But no one could deny that after today, the Azure Dragon Sect would most likely cease to exist within the Azure Dragon Mountain Range.
The young people of this land who wished to pursue martial cultivation would have to travel much farther to join other sects. For them, that was a truly devastating loss.
Meanwhile, inside the Azure Dragon Sect itself, the forces of the Lingyun Sect and the Qilin Prince's Manor were wreaking havoc on everything they could find. Nearly all the Azure Dragon Sect's people had already fled — the ones left behind were nothing but petty opportunists. The Azure Dragon Sect was practically a ghost town.
There was never any life-or-death struggle to speak of. This was nothing more than toying with them. They had all been fooled. So both the Lingyun Sect and the Qilin Prince's Manor seethed with anger, and only frenzied destruction could vent the rage boiling inside them.
Lin Moli in particular — the man whose own son had been killed by Chu Feng — was practically berserk. Wielding the full power of the Heaven Martial realm, he rampaged alone through the Core Area of the Azure Dragon Sect, reducing the once-magnificent buildings to unrecognizable ruins. And still he continued his destruction.
"We were played. Played by that little bastard Chu Feng from the very beginning. He never intended to fight us to the death — and we actually believed him. Heh…" Yan Yangtian stood high in the sky, watching the crowds below tearing the sect apart. A bitter smile hung at the corner of his lips, his expression dark beyond words.
His grim mood didn't stem from being tricked. It was because today he had planted a seed of catastrophic consequence — a hidden danger that could never be undone. He knew Chu Feng would return. And the next time Chu Feng appeared before him, the one who died would be him.
"Ahhhhh~~~~~~~~"
Suddenly, Yan Yangtian let out a mad roar. The piercing sound sent tremors through the sky itself. Even the Lingyun Sect disciples and the Qilin Prince's Manor guards below could barely endure it, clutching their ears and writhing on the ground in agony.
It took a long time before Yan Yangtian finally stopped. But by then, his face was twisted with fury just like Lin Moli's. Then, like an arrow loosed from its bow, he plunged down into the Azure Dragon Sect and began destroying everything in sight with reckless abandon, trying to quell the unease churning inside him.
At the same time, inside the Lingyun Sect's main hall, corpses were piled like mountains and blood flowed in rivers. Chu Feng still sat upon that elevated platform, his robes not so much as stained by a drop. He sat atop the Protector's corpse, gazing down at the carnage below with a faint smile.
Chu Feng had personally slaughtered tens of thousands. Among them were the elderly, middle-aged men, and peers not much different from himself — all of whom possessed exceptional martial talent and tremendous potential.
But now, every last one of them lay dead at Chu Feng's hands. And Chu Feng felt not the slightest twinge of emotion over their deaths.
This was a matter of allegiance. It had nothing to do with morality — only enmity and grudges. A soldier who shows mercy to the enemy on the battlefield is no soldier worth his salt.
Chu Feng wasn't a soldier, but this was his battlefield. The people of the Lingyun Sect were Chu Feng's enemies. He would show his enemies no mercy. Killing them brought him no guilt whatsoever, because in Chu Feng's heart, enemies deserved to die.
"Hum—" Suddenly, Chu Feng's will stirred, and vast amounts of sealing power began surging out from his body.