"To die for one's sect—he was a true man, after all."
Above the clouds, Wei Tu watched the scene unfold, a trace of surprise appearing on his face. He spoke in praise.
Though he and Fang Xingduan had stood opposed to one another, and though he himself was the chief culprit behind Sacred Cliff Mountain's present "miserable state," that did not prevent him from admiring Fang Xingduan, this last headmaster.
Though Fang Xingduan was no gentleman and had uttered the absurd words, "Punish but one man," he now dared to die before all eyes, dared to die for Sacred Cliff Mountain. He had not disgraced the duties or title of a headmaster.
However, admiration aside, Wei Tu had no intention whatsoever of heeding Fang Xingduan's dying words.
He brought two fingers together and pointed. The four golden talismans hovering before him instantly transformed into enormous purple-gold cauldrons over a hundred zhang tall, descending one after another upon Sacred Cliff Mountain's formation barrier below.
BOOM! BOOM!
As four thunderous explosions rang out, Sacred Cliff Mountain's five-colored formation barrier caved inward, warping and twisting as faint, overloaded creaks sounded from within.
Then, after several dozen breaths, the five-colored formation barrier shattered like glazed glass, crumbling into dust in the breeze.
At that moment, Sacred Cliff Mountain's cultivators were finally laid bare before Wei Tu, with nothing left to shield them.
Then, Wei Tu's cold and commanding voice rang in their ears.
"The destruction of Sacred Cliff Mountain today is to wash away my Wei Family's blood debt. Unless Sacred Cliff Mountain is destroyed, Wei cannot find peace in his heart."
"However, Wei is not one to slaughter wantonly. So long as all cultivators of your sect at Foundation Establishment and above take their own lives, Wei will pursue the rest no further..."