The stars were twinkling, and night had fallen. What it brought was an endless slaughter.
Screams rose and fell. When the stars in the sky fell before everyone's eyes, death had already marked the end of their lives.
Duan Qinghong's body trembled violently, like a fish that was about to die of thirst.
He had killed people and seen massacres before, but he had never seen such a massacre.
The starlight flowed like water, and the water flowed like the spring breeze. It gently brushed past everyone's faces, and then turned them into fine powder.
The mist rose, but it was red.
"Urgh!"
Duan Qinghong finally couldn't help but vomit. The scene before him made him feel like he was in hell.
The starlight disappeared and the world regained its brightness. Yang Xuan stared at Duan Qinghong and suddenly asked, "Are you not feeling well?"
Duan Qinghong shivered and hurriedly used his only arm to wipe away the stain at the corner of his mouth. "No … no …"
"That's good. We can be on our way now." Yang Xuan's gaze was very cold. Upon closer inspection, there was an indescribable feeling.
It was like … like something strange was growing.
Riding his sword, Yang Xuan took the lead and flew into the sky. Following closely behind was the ashen-faced Duan Qinghong.
The wind whistled, blowing their hair. The two of them, one in front and one behind, left a long trail behind them.
"Will the Misty Clouds Sect still send people?" Yang Xuan, who was flying in front, suddenly asked.
Duan Qinghong hurriedly composed himself and respectfully said, "Yes."
After a moment of silence, Duan Qinghong suddenly heard a voice in his ear. "Let's go to the Misty Clouds Sect."
In a daze, he seemed to see a patch of blood-red in front of his eyes and heard countless people's miserable cries.
Was it an illusion?
He was somewhat doubtful.
Duan Qinghong called himself a demon, but now, he suddenly felt that he was only a three-year-old child.
The two of them changed direction slightly. Not long after, Yang Xuan saw an ancient building on a picturesque mountain range shrouded in mist.
Outside the building, the three words "Misty Clouds Sect" flowed like mist.
"Senior …" Duan Qinghong's face was pale. He carefully considered his words and carefully said, "Senior, you want to …?"
"I will give them two choices. Either they stop or perish."
Duan Qinghong's face turned even paler. He really wanted to tell Yang Xuan that it was impossible for one person to destroy an entire sect.
But for some reason, there was a voice in his heart telling him that what he said was true. It was true.
With a flash of rainbow light, several silhouettes appeared out of thin air to welcome them.
In the lead was a white-robed old man with a white beard that reached his chest. He looked at Yang Xuan with a face full of anger.
"Audacious thief! After killing my Misty Cloud Sect's disciple, you actually dare to deliver yourself to me. You are truly seeking death."
Duan Qinghong moved closer to Yang Xuan and whispered, "Senior, he's the Misty Cloud Sect's Sect Master, Misty Cloud."
Yang Xuan nodded his head slightly. After which, he said in an indifferent tone, "You have two choices. One, this matter ends here. Two, your Misty Cloud Sect disappears. Make your choice."
"Let it go?" Misty Cloud was stunned at first. Then, he laughed out of extreme anger. "You killed several of my Misty Cloud Sect's disciples for no reason. Now, you are telling me to let it go? Have you lost your mind?"
Yang Xuan nodded his head and said slowly, "In that case, you have chosen to perish?"
"Hahahaha."
Misty Cloud laughed out loud. As he laughed, he scolded, "Ignorant child. Ever since my Misty Cloud Sect's ancestors entered Penglai, we have weathered many storms and remained unmoved. You are just an ignorant child. How dare you say that you want to destroy my Misty Cloud Sect? You are simply courting death."
A faint red light flashed in Yang Xuan's eyes.
After a while, he nodded his head gently. His voice was very calm, like water. "Remember, the person who killed you is called Bai Qi."
"Boom!"
A huge mountain suddenly fell from the sky, covering the entire world. With the force of a thunderbolt, it smashed down on the entire Misty Cloud Sect.
Misty Cloud was stunned for a moment. Then, he turned pale with fright.
In the next moment, he let out a deafening roar and raised his arms.
Chi! Chi!
Chi! Numerous beams of light shot into the sky from various parts of the Misty Cloud Sect, directly piercing toward the huge mountain in the sky.
At the same time, the Misty Cloud Sect's elders and disciples behind Misty Cloud Sect attacked at the same time. Countless beams of light shot toward Yang Xuan.
Boom!
The beams of light that rose from the ground pierced the huge mountain fiercely, stirring up countless pieces of earth and stone that scattered all over the sky.
However, the momentum of the huge mountain was not affected at all. It maintained its original trajectory and smashed down fiercely.
"This is impossible!" Misty Cloud exclaimed. His eyes were filled with disbelief.
One had to know that what he had just used was the Misty Cloud Sect's protective formation.
"Ah!"
Suddenly, earth-shattering screams rang out. Misty Cloud Sect focused his eyes and immediately, his eyes widened.
"How dare you, thief!"
Duan Qinghong, who had not made a move, trembled like a sieve. He watched as dozens of Misty Cloud Sect's Foundation Establishment and Golden Core disciples fell to the ground like rain in front of him and turned into minced meat. This feeling made him shudder.
"Hand over your life!"
Misty Cloud Sect roared. Wielding an incomparably huge long-handled saber, he viciously chopped down at Yang Xuan from above.
As an early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, he was on the verge of vomiting blood. His eyes were filled with hatred and killing intent. He showed no mercy when he attacked. He was determined to kill Yang Xuan with a single strike.
However, his wish was destined to fail. In front of a Soul Formation cultivator, he was only a slightly stronger ant.
Thus, he died. Yang Xuan pointed a finger at his forehead. With shock, disbelief, and even endless regret and unwillingness, he became one of the countless vengeful souls in Yang Xuan's hands.
The wind rose, bringing with it a scarlet mist of blood that filled the heavens and earth.
At the same time that Misty Cloud Sect died, Yang Xuan's main body, who was far away in another world, suddenly stopped all movements.
There was a trace of doubt in his eyes.
…
In front of the Misty Cloud Sect, Duan Qinghong buried his head deeply, his legs trembling.
The mountain crashed down, turning the picturesque scenery into ruins and dust.
Screams rose and fell, playing the mournful music of death.
However, Yang Xuan's attention was no longer here.
There was a strange look in his eyes.
Misty Cloud Sect was also a Nascent Soul cultivator. The little person in his body, who closed his eyes and tried to escape but was crushed by Yang Xuan, had already shown his cultivation level.
However, this Nascent Soul was different. Yang Xuan discovered that the power of Misty Cloud Sect's Nascent Soul cultivator was only equivalent to his Golden Core.
In other words, Yang Xuan, who was only at the early-stage Golden Core stage, had the cultivation level of Misty Cloud Sect's Nascent Soul cultivator.
He had crossed a major realm.
The screams gradually weakened. Yang Xuan temporarily suppressed the thoughts in his heart. With a slight wave of his sleeve, the towering mountain above disappeared mysteriously, revealing the badly mutilated Misty Cloud Sect.
Whoosh!
A fish that escaped the net fled into the distance with blood all over his body. He only wished that his parents had given birth to him with two more legs.
However, in the next moment, he discovered that although he was running wildly, his body was strangely fixed in place, unable to move even an inch.
"Where are the ancient books of the Misty Cloud Sect?" Yang Xuan walked to his side and asked indifferently.
The fish that escaped the net looked at the devil in front of him and was so scared that he almost peed his pants. His whole body trembled. "It's … it's … there."
He pointed to a flattened building in the distance.
Yang Xuan released the shackles on him and flew toward the building.
The fish that escaped the net quickly fled as if he had been granted amnesty.
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