All the Di Family disciples left. From beginning to end, none of them looked at the remaining one hundred and fifty disciples from the Sky Sword Sect. Perhaps it was out of resentment, or perhaps they were completely disheartened.
The Sky Sword Sect was already in Ling Yun's hands. Ling Yun was invincible and too powerful. The Di Family members themselves were powerless to resist, so how could they count on those who weren't related to them by blood?
Even between husband and wife, there was a common saying that they would fly off in the face of disaster, let alone those from the same sect.
The remaining one hundred and fifty disciples from the Sky Sword Sect also watched helplessly as the Di Family disciples crippled their own martial arts and left dejectedly. All of them were silent. Not a single one of them spoke up, much less helped them. After all, they were just lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
The power of life and death rested in Ling Yun's hands.
Every one of them had experienced the taste of a crushing defeat. It was truly unpleasant!
"Ling Yun, you're letting them go just like that?"
Ye Xingchen accompanied Ling Yun and watched the Di Family leave. She suddenly transmitted her voice to him.
"What else can I do?" Ling Yun replied indifferently. "Are we really going to kill all of them?"
"But they still remember the cultivation method of the Sky Sword Sect. If they pass it down to their descendants in the future, once a peerless genius rises, then …"
Ye Xingchen voiced out her worries.
"What you've said is not impossible."
Ling Yun smiled. "But no matter what, that's something that will happen twenty years from now. Do you think we'll still be afraid of the Di Family seeking revenge after twenty years?"
He turned to look at Ye Xingchen and said confidently and domineeringly, "I'm not bragging. Twenty years from now, a ten-year-old child like us will be able to beat the crap out of them. They won't even dare show their heads!"
"Pfft!"
Ye Xingchen's face instantly turned as red as blood. She pouted coquettishly. "In your dreams! Who wants to have a child with you?!"
"Hahahaha …"
Ling Yun burst into laughter. He suddenly turned to look at Li Piaoyang, the Sky Sword Sect's guardian, and asked in a low voice, "Li Piaoyang, you saw clearly just now. None of the Di Family members escaped, right?"
Li Piaoyang was frightened out of his wits as he hurriedly replied, "I can guarantee with my life that those are all the Di Family members in the Sky Sword Sect. Not a single one is missing. Except … except for Di Yutang from the Heaven Team."
Ling Yun was relieved to hear that Li Piaoyang had mentioned Di Yutang. "Oh, that's alright. Di Yutang should be back before daybreak." Ling Yun smiled disdainfully.
Qin Dongxue, Bai Xianer, Tie Xiaohu, and the rest would set off at midnight. It would take them at least five hours to get here by plane, which meant that they would definitely arrive at five in the morning.
He glanced at the 150 people in front of him and suddenly said, "Listen up, those who have reached the Qi Condensation realm, all of you step forward."
Swish swish swish …
No more, no less. Thirty people jumped out from the crowd. They ranged from the early stages of Qi Disciple level 1 to the peak of Qi Disciple level 5. After they flew out, they automatically stood in five rows according to their own realms.
They kept quiet out of fear and did not even dare to breathe loudly. They did not know what Ling Yun was up to and how he was going to deal with them.
"Don't worry, as long as you listen to me obediently, nothing will happen."
Ling Yun looked at their fearful faces and laughed in his heart. He reassured them first before making arrangements calmly.
"Guo Ping, bring all the disciples in the early stages of Qi Refinement down the mountain to clean up the corpses and the battlefield. Clean up the Sky Sword Sect.
"Zheng Xiuyi, bring all the disciples in the middle stages of Qi Refinement to the Sky Peak immediately. Bring all the people in Di Xiaozhen's palace here, regardless of whether they are male or female. Remember, keep your movements low. Anyone who disturbs my mother will be killed without mercy.
"Li Piaoyang, your realm is the highest. Bring Di Heming and Di Xiaozhen here first. Di Heming is in the valley near the Earth Peak, and Di Xiaozhen is in the main altar of the Sky Sword Sect.
"Also, after you're done with this, bring everyone here to the Earth Peak. I'll give you one night and three hours to clean up the entire Earth Peak."
"Yes!"
Guo Ping, Zheng Xiuyi, and Li Piaoyang took the order and left.
Li Piaoyang was very efficient. After all, his realm was the highest, so he brought Di Heming's corpse back in no time.
"Sigh, he's really weak. He actually fell to his death …"
Ling Yun played with the Astral Wind Flag that Zhao Mingtang left behind and sighed at Di Heming's corpse. He didn't know whether Di Heming was killed by Zhao Mingtang's Astral Wind Flag or fell to his death from the valley after he was crippled.
Of course, Ling Yun already knew that Di Heming was dead when he was looting the treasures. He even looted everything. The most valuable thing was naturally Di Heming's Natal Flying Sword.
"Whoosh!"
Li Piaoyang quickly returned with Di Xiaozhen from the main altar of the Earth Peak. Di Heming and Di Xiaozhen were the true leaders of the Sky Sword Sect after all. This made him feel very awkward, but he had to obey the order obediently.
At this moment, Di Xiaozhen was still unconscious. Ling Yun had no intention of waking her up for the time being. After Li Piaoyang put her down, Ling Yun signaled with his eyes that he could bring people to clean up the Earth Peak.
Li Piaoyang immediately waved his hand as if he had been pardoned. He led the one hundred and twenty disciples of the Sky Sword Sect to the Earth Peak to get to work.
"Li Piaoyang, you don't have to do any work. Just supervise. You won't be able to live if one of these disciples escapes."
Ling Yun said to Li Piaoyang before he left.
Li Piaoyang hurriedly replied, "I understand. Don't worry."
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh …
At this time, Zheng Xiuyi and the others had also completed the task that Ling Yun had arranged for them. They brought everyone from the Sky Palace to the Human Peak, regardless of gender.
Ling Yun immediately ordered, "Zheng Xiuyi, regardless of gender, cripple all the martial arts of these people first. Then, the few of you will stay here and guard them."
No matter who they were, Ling Yun had nothing but disgust for the people in the Heavenly Palace. Needless to say, the male pets were merely Di Xiaozhen's playthings. As for his maids, they must have tortured Qin Qiuyue many times in the past six months.
However, there was no need for Ling Yun to settle these scores with them now. Everything could wait until daybreak.
Tsk tsk tsk tsk!
After Ling Yun gave the order, Zheng Xiuyi and the others did not hesitate to cripple the martial arts of those people. Then, they scattered in all directions and waited for orders.
"Oh, there's one more thing. I almost forgot. Zheng Xiuyi, go to the peak of Tuomuer Peak and bring Marquis Di's corpse here."
Zheng Xiuyi obeyed the order and left.
Ling Yun was not at all worried that Zheng Xiuyi would escape because he knew how long it would take for Zheng Xiuyi to return. As long as Zheng Xiuyi didn't return after the specified time, even if he escaped ten thousand meters away, Ling Yun could easily catch up to him.
"Phew … managing a sect is so f * cking troublesome. I've been busy for half a day just for such a trivial matter."
After all the arrangements were made, Ling Yun finally relaxed. However, he could not help but turn his head and complain to Ye Xingchen.
"You're really a person. You even find it troublesome to give orders."
Ye Xingchen giggled and rolled her eyes at Ling Yun as she teased him.
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The third watch was delivered. I'm so tired. It'll be the third watch tonight.
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