At the very first exchange, more than a dozen immortals had been slaughtered. The methods had been vicious indeed, but I did not think they deserved any sympathy. Anyone who had sheltered the guilty was guilty as well. Whether they were male or female immortals, so long as they had been dragged into this calamity, it was simply the will of fate. And aiding the tyrant in his atrocities was equally a heinous crime.
I continued flying toward the Jadeite Immortal Gate. At that moment, the immortal gate was thrown into an uproar, and all the disciples capable of fighting flew into the sky. Dozens of them swarmed toward me.
An immortal sect naturally had more than a hundred disciples. There were still quite a number of low-level disciples, but since I had killed Dao Tribulation cultivators as easily as snapping my fingers, those low-level disciples did not dare take to the sky. The ones who had risen were all dressed in the sect's most splendid robes, so they were either the sect master or the great elders.
"Who exactly are you, sir? Why are you slaughtering the disciples of my Jadeite Immortal Gate?" The leader was in his fifties or sixties. He had an immortal, otherworldly bearing, but there was a trace of killing intent in his eyes. He was clearly a ruthless man as well. Several immortals around him wore furious expressions; they were obviously among the sect's core figures.
As for one of them, a Dao Tribulation Transformation cultivator, he looked terrified and uneasy, as though he was thinking of fleeing. He was probably deeply involved in the matter concerning Fan Zhiyang.
"You tied Fan Zhiyang up, brought him into your mountain gate, and killed him. Did you ever consider that his distant relatives might come seeking