Ma Yi.
An elder of Dustmote Peak's Slaughter Hall.
A brutal man.
Who loved slaughter above all else.
Whenever a disciple or elder of Dustmote Peak defected.
The first to charge forward and kill.
Was always Ma Yi.
Others killed for profit or revenge.
Ma Yi needed no reason to kill. He did it purely for pleasure.
Bai Wuxu clearly remembered a rainy night seven years earlier, when a spiritual mountain on Dustmote Peak had been washed in blood, with not even a chicken or dog spared.
Afterward, he had heard.
The culprit.
Had been Ma Yi.
The incident had begun simply because a Dust Rank disciple encountered Ma Yi on the road and failed to step aside immediately as a show of respect, displeasing him.
Ma Yi had casually slapped accusations on the disciple, claiming he colluded with an enemy sect, murdered fellow disciples, abused women, and was guilty of every unforgivable evil. Then he slaughtered every living creature within the disciple's mountain domain.
The poor man.
His cultivation art had been the Pure Yang Imperishable Scripture.
For all those years.
He had never indulged in women.
Keeping himself pure as jade.
Who could have imagined Ma Yi would accuse him of abusing women?
Even more absurdly, this disciple had been introverted by nature, spending nearly the entire year in secluded cultivation with no social contact whatsoever. Whenever he encountered fellow disciples, he lowered his head, his face and ears flushing red.
Colluding with an enemy sect and murdering fellow disciples?
How could he possibly have been capable of such things!
The Slaughter Hall was the Demon Heaven Sect's sharpest, most vicious blade, tasked specifically with killing. Its reputation was foul, yet its authority was immense.
Thus, although those above knew full well that what Ma Yi had done