At night, the wind howled, lightning flashed and thunder roared. In the night sky, small raindrops started to fall. Xiao Chen walked alone on the mountain path.
The cold rain fell on his body, making him feel incomparably comfortable. His anger during the day was also washed away by the cold rain.
Immortal Dao Sect, a secluded sect in the west of Sky Moon Continent. It was the only sect near Wind Moon City. Xiao Chen had joined Immortal Dao Sect three years ago. The merciful Immortal Dao Sect Sect Leader couldn't bear for a teen to suffer such pain and torture so he allowed him to join. No matter if he succeeded or not, he gave him a chance.
The thick smell of blood spread out from Immortal Dao Sect. A blood mist covered the sky above the sect and didn't dissipate for a long time. It looked really weird.
"What is going on? Why did the sky turn red? What is this smell? This, this is blood. "
When he arrived at the Immortal Dao Sect, Xiao Chen saw the strange blood mist in the sky under the flash of lightning. At the same time, he smelled the stench of blood. Seeing the blood mixed with the rain, Xiao Chen was stunned for a moment. Then, he hurried to the Immortal Dao Sect.
"Rumble!"
A bolt of lightning tore through the air and lit up the dark Immortal Dao Sect. Looking closely, there were many corpses dripping with blood. It was a tragic sight. All the disciples of Immortal Dao Sect were killed and blood flowed like a river. Even the rainwater was dyed red.
Seeing this scene, Xiao Chen was scared witless. His face turned pale. He had no idea what was going on. In the blink of an eye, all the disciples of the Immortal Dao Sect were dead.
On the square, a middle-aged man was holding a Immortal Dao Sect disciple and asked coldly, "Where is Feng Lingyu?"
The middle-aged man was in his twenties. He wore a white robe and had long black hair. His face was cold and his eyes were like sharp swords.
The Immortal Dao Sect disciple didn't reply and just looked at the middle-aged man with a mocking expression.
"I am asking you, where is Feng Lingyu?" The middle-aged man asked coldly. His voice was heavy and filled with killing intent.
The Immortal Dao Sect disciple laughed coldly, "Scoff! Who knows! "
The middle-aged man frowned and his right hand pierced through the disciple's chest. Blood spurted out and the disciple died on the spot.
"Senior Brother Tianming!" Xiao Chen suddenly screamed in horror. His small body was trembling, and his eyes were filled with anger, fear, despair, and grief.
"I admire you for not being afraid of death." The middle-aged man said coldly. Without even blinking, he casually tossed the disciple's corpse away as if he was throwing away trash.
Seeing Senior Brother Tianming's body being thrown away, Xiao Chen could no longer hold back his anger. He rushed forward and roared, "Who are you? Why would he do that? Why? "
The middle-aged man indifferently glanced at Xiao Chen, and with a wave of his hand, he sent Xiao Chen flying, and coldly said, "So it turns out to be a waste without any true essence!"
Xiao Chen could no longer speak. His chest felt as if it had been hit by an extremely heavy stone. His mouth was full of blood, and he couldn't get up.
"Swish! Swish!"
Suddenly, the sound of something breaking through the air rang out as several figures appeared on the square of the Immortal Dao Sect.
"Have you found the Wind Spirit Jade?" The middle-aged man looked at the people who appeared and asked coldly.
One person shook his head, "We have searched the entire Immortal Dao Sect, but we haven't found the location of the Wind Spirit Jade."
Another person said suspiciously, "Such a secluded place, can there really be a Wind Spirit Jade? This Immortal Dao Sect is just a small sect. Does that old bastard Qingyang really have the Wind Spirit Jade? "
The middle-aged man's eyes flashed coldly like a poisonous snake. He coldly said, "Qingyang that stubborn old man. He would rather give up the life of a Immortal Dao Sect disciple than hand over the Wind Spirit Jade. Hmph!"
"This brat seems to be the trash of the Xiao Family. When we came, we saw his portrait. I wonder if this trash knows the location of the Wind Spirit Jade." One person mocked, and his eyes flashed with disdain.
"Just a trash. Qingyang that old bastard wouldn't be so stupid to hand over the Wind Spirit Jade to a trash."
The middle-aged man's expression didn't change. He coldly glanced at Xiao Chen and then at the weird blood mist above the Immortal Dao Sect. He coldly said, "The blood mist in the sky is a little weird. Let's retreat first and go back to ask the Sect Leader."
"How do we deal with this trash?" One person pointed at Xiao Chen and asked.
"Trash doesn't have the right to die in my hands." The middle-aged man coldly said and flew away without turning his head.
After the mysterious man left, Xiao Chen's tense nerves finally relaxed. He knelt on the ground all of a sudden. He had just been humiliated by the Yang family during the day, and now his sect was about to be destroyed. Xiao Chen was extremely terrified.
Looking at the corpses on the square, Xiao Chen's tears fell like rain. His heart was filled with grief, anger, helplessness, and despair. His mind kept replaying the mocking words of those mysterious people and the many memories of the Immortal Dao Sect.
Xiao Chen had a dream since he was young. It was the dream of everyone in the Sky Moon Continent, and that was to become the strongest person in the world. Even though he was trash, he still believed in it. It was because of this belief that he, who had suffered for twelve years, worked harder than his peers. He was more mature and steady than them.
However, this dream was now completely shattered. The sudden massacre left him at a loss. Even though Xiao Chen was more mature than his peers, in front of such a cruel massacre, he still felt terrified.
Seeing the disciples of the Immortal Dao Sect die in front of him, Xiao Chen felt powerless for the first time. At the same time, it was also the first time he had such a strong desire for power.
"Trash doesn't have the right to die in my hands!" This sentence dealt a heavy blow to Xiao Chen. He couldn't accept this kind of humiliation. Because of this sentence, Xiao Chen's desire for revenge was ignited.
Bang! Bang!
His desire for revenge grew stronger and stronger. His heart beat faster and faster. His eyes were filled with endless killing intent and anger.
"I will make you pay for these words! And the Yang Family, I will make you regret this! I will take revenge for the people of the Immortal Dao Sect! I will take revenge! Ah! "
Thinking back to those mysterious mocking words and the humiliation of the Yang Family, Xiao Chen was completely enraged. His heart felt like it was being stabbed by a knife. It was dripping blood. The furious Xiao Chen roared towards the sky. His eyes flashed with a blood red light.
Xiu!
At this moment, above the Immortal Dao Sect, the strange blood mist spun at high speed, forming a huge whirlpool. In the center of the whirlpool, a small blood red light fell from the sky and struck between Xiao Chen's eyebrows. A strange scene occurred. The blood mist above the Immortal Dao Sect began to be absorbed into Xiao Chen's forehead. At this moment, Xiao Chen's small body emitted a bright blood red light. Then, a suffocating ancient aura spread out and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Xiao Chen, who was roaring towards the sky in anger, didn't seem to notice this strange phenomenon. In the end, his body couldn't withstand the heavy pressure and fainted. At this moment, Xiao Chen's body began to change.
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