All Erased from the Roster, Reduced to Fleeting Clouds
The sect master was killed, and the sect was breached.
The Lingtian Immortal Sect, which had ruled the Upper Realm a hundred thousand years ago, was ultimately erased from the Upper Realm.
Nearly fifty thousand disciples were still alive. Squatting on the ground with their heads in their hands, their eyes filled with grief and fury, they could only obediently become prisoners.
Ding Xingwang suggested killing them all to eliminate future trouble, but Jun Changxiao, mindful that Heaven cherished life, decided to spare them.
In truth, the Lingtian Immortal Sect's upper echelons and elite forces had all been wiped out. The remaining small fry no longer posed any threat. Sparing them could earn a good name, while killing them would only add to his infamy.
"Sect Master Jun is righteous!"
"If this had been the Ten Great Immortal Sects, they likely wouldn't have been so merciful."
Watching the Lingtian Immortal Sect disciples file down the mountain with their heads hanging, martial artists from every corner immediately felt respect rise in their hearts.
Yet they never would have imagined that Jun Changxiao was currently standing in the underground treasury, crouching on the ground with one hand over his face, letting out the villainous cackle of "Hehehe!"
"My heavens!"
Su Xiaomo walked in and saw mountains of gold and silver stored throughout the enormous underground chamber, along with all sorts of Martial Dao Resources. His expression gradually stiffened, and he even felt dizzy.
The Lingtian Immortal Sect.
One of the Upper Realm's reigning giants.
Just by looking at its treasury, one could understand how deep its foundations ran.
"Take it all!"
"Yes!"
The disciples began bustling about. Before long, they had stuffed all the gold, silver, treasures, and Martial Dao Resources into Spatial