Bloody Slaughter, a Hundred Thousand Divine Swords Strike Misty Cloud!

Chapter Thirty-One

[These two chapters were typed out on the train today in the dark. If you think there are any problems or that they aren't very good, let me know and I'll revise them.]

Xiao Yan did not know why his old master harbored such immense killing intent toward the Misty Cloud Sect, but he believed Old Master Xiao must have his reasons for doing this.

Xiao Yan let out a long breath at the side, his eyes fixed on the countless green longswords high in the sky. They covered the entire heavens, terrifying beyond measure.

"Teacher, what Dou Technique is this?"

"I don't know." Yao Lao's answer was brief and decisive. After roaming Middle Continent for so many years, he had never seen a Dou Emperor wield a Dou Technique on such a scale.

"When the Xiao Family was at its peak, it definitely wasn't merely one of those first-rate factions in Middle Continent. It may well have been even stronger than them!"

Yao Lao stared intently at the scene in the sky. At this very moment, the entire Misty Cloud Sect seemed to have transformed into a Sword Domain Realm.

Within this stretch of heaven and earth, even Dou Qi seemed to have stopped flowing. Only the Wind Element drifted through the high skies, transforming into one green longsword after another.

Xiao Yan's mind felt incomparably clear. Three years of cultivation and the completion of the Three-Year Pact had greatly tempered and fulfilled his heart.

Cultivation had never been merely about cultivating Dou Qi. As his heart became clear and bright, Xiao Yan felt the bottleneck of his realm begin to loosen, advancing from a three-star Da Dou Shi to a four-star Da Dou Shi!

"Since you chose to stand or fall with the Misty Cloud Sect, then this shall be your end."

"Wind Sword Domain, Great Silence!"

"Everyone, listen to the cry of these swords!"

Xiao Lin's voice resounded mightily throughout the entire Misty Cloud Sect Plaza. As his words fell, gust after gust of wild wind converged, and the green longswords erupted with sword qi!

A hundred thousand green longswords hung high in the sky, their sword qi sweeping in every direction to annihilate Misty Cloud!

At this moment, Xiao Lin's cultivation had reached ninety-nine percent of the Nine-Star Dou Huang realm, only one step away from becoming a Dou Zong.

Not to mention the ragtag formation before him, made up of Dou Wangs, Dou Masters, and Dou Zhes—even if Misty Cloud Sect's sect leader, Yun Yun, returned and personally commanded the formation, she would not be able to withstand even a single exchange with Xiao Lin.

From the moment he waved his hand to lay out the heavenly design and brought ten thousand swords down upon Misty Cloud, the outcome had already followed as naturally as water flowing into a channel, without the slightest ripple.

Or rather, with two Dou Emperors holding the line and Xiao Lin himself fully driving the Wind Sword Domain, it would have been laughable if any unexpected twist could still arise!

If he could not slaughter them directly with thunderous swiftness, that would have been the truly strange thing!

Clang!

Clang!

Endless green longswords descended from the sky, as though gods above had cast divine punishment upon the Misty Cloud Sect. Beneath the cleansing downpour of green swords, the entire Misty Cloud Sect fell apart.

The several hundred Misty Cloud Sect disciples who held their ground formed a great formation. Yet one longsword after another fell, and the powerful sword qi tore apart that so-called formation, directly erasing those who stubbornly resisted.

The Misty Cloud Sect elders' eyes were split wide with rage. Their eyes bulged, bloodshot, and some even shed bloody tears.

This was the Misty Cloud Sect, the supreme deity that had intimidated the Jia Ma Empire for countless years!

Even when the Jia Ma Empire's imperial family changed, the Misty Cloud Sect had remained unchanged.

Yet today, before those three Dou Emperors and that green-robed Old Man—

Endless green sword rain crashed down. The clear chimes of swords sounded as though they came from hell itself, from demons, harvesting the lives of Misty Cloud Sect disciples.

"We have failed our ancestors!"

"Ah, Xiao Family! My Misty Cloud Sect will never coexist with you!"

"If you cannot wipe out our Misty Cloud Sect today, then one day we will make the Xiao Family repay this blood debt a thousandfold!"

Yet though bloody tears streamed from the elders' eyes and they roared themselves hoarse, they could not change any of it.

Strength was the only truth, the supreme truth!

Back then, had the Misty Cloud Sect not suppressed the Jia Ma Empire through its overwhelming strength and become that supreme true god of Jia Ma?

Before the Misty Cloud Sect, any faction that dared resist faced only one word: destruction!

Today was merely the cycle of all that had come before. Since the Misty Cloud Sect could destroy other sects and factions, why could it not meet such a day itself? Why could it not be destroyed by the Xiao Family?

"Die!"

A thousand green longswords fell from the sky and plunged straight into the Elder Platform. More than a dozen elders in the Dou Wang realm, who once wore long white hair and looked full of immortal grace, now had their white hair smeared with blood. Blood flowed from their aged eyes, stretched wide in death, unwilling to close!

"The Xiao Family... will surely perish today!"

How could Misty Cloud Sect's First Elder, Yun Leng, be an exception? With a thought from Xiao Lin, ten thousand swords among the hundred thousand descended directly upon the Elder Platform, most of them piercing straight through Yun Leng.

It was true ten thousand swords piercing the heart. Green longswords had pierced through and filled Yun Leng's body, making him look like a hedgehog.

Yun Leng had originally worn a white robe, but it was now dyed red with blood. He looked like a bloody corpse, horrifying beyond compare.

Yet he burst into loud laughter, cursing Xiao Lin and Xiao Yan with the most vicious words he could muster. At last, he took a cloud-white flute from his storage ring.

Using the last of his strength, he brought it to his lips and blew fiercely. At once, a strange, piercing tone rang sharply from the flute.

The shrill flute melody lingered across all of Misty Cloud Mountain, unceasing for a long time.

Within the Wind Sword Domain, there was only one word: slaughter!

Yet amid this endless bloodshed, that sound possessed a singular, unmistakable quality.

Watching from the side, Jia Xing Tian, Hai Bodong, and Fa Ma all felt a chill run through their bodies at the Misty Cloud Sect's fate. Such methods were truly ruthless, making even the three Dou Emperors feel slightly uncomfortable.

However, all three were old foxes. They would never raise the banner of righteousness and help the Misty Cloud Sect, especially when the sect had never gotten along with them in the past.

When a wall collapsed, everyone pushed it. Though the three Dou Emperors had not gone so far as to kick the Misty Cloud Sect while it was down, they were certainly content to watch from the shore and add to its misfortune.

"This is bad. The heavens are truly going to be overturned today!"

Jia Xing Tian narrowed his eyes and exchanged a glance with Fa Ma. Suddenly, as if recalling something, his pupils contracted sharply!

"It's that old fellow! He really isn't dead yet!"

"Old Master Xiao may have been a little ruthless, but the Misty Cloud Sect brought this fate upon itself. What do you two think?"

Hai Bodong had also gained a new understanding of Xiao Lin's ruthlessness. In the past, he had always laughed and joked, appearing incomparably kind.

Yet once his killing intent was stirred, he suppressed with bloodshed and slaughtered without hesitation.

"You old bastard, you've known Xiao Yan for a long time. You must have known Old Master Xiao's true strength as well! Well played, Hai Bodong—you actually kept it from us all this time!"

Fa Ma drew in a sharp breath. At this moment, the entire Misty Cloud Sect was permeated with an unending stench of blood, a scene straight from purgatory. Anyone with weaker resolve would be frightened mad at the sight.

"It's not over yet. One person from the Misty Cloud Sect is still alive. As long as he remains, the Misty Cloud Sect will not perish!"

Jia Xing Tian spoke calmly, but Hai Bodong and Fa Ma both knew exactly whom he meant.

Judging by the time, if that person was still alive, there was a ninety percent chance he had become a Dou Zong powerhouse.

A Dou Zong—such a figure had never appeared in this nation before...

The victor had yet to be decided!