Fellow Daoist, Please Stay

After putting away the Soul Banner and the Grand Void Sword, Chen Luo finally turned around and flew over to Gu He and the other two.

"They're all dealt with."

The problem had been dealt with.

Gu He and the other two looked at the bottomless canyon ahead, then at Chen Luo, who still had residual Sword Qi lingering around him. Somehow, this way of "dealing with the problem" did not seem quite right.

With a flick of his sleeve, the insects scattered around brought back everything in the Supreme Abyss Sword Sect that had not been shattered.

Using an insect cloud to sweep the ground was also a new trick he had developed.

"Xiao Luo?"

Watching Chen Luo approach, Gu He asked suspiciously.

Chen Luo had previously sent him a message through a communication paper crane, but he had not examined it closely at the time. Looking at him now, his martial nephew had completely grown crooked, becoming an entirely different person. Ancestor Tai Ling was also dumbstruck. He had seen Chen Luo in the Lower Realm before, and in his memory, Chen Luo had merely been a rather outstanding genius.

He was utterly different from the demonic man before them, covered in demonic cloud and ready to slaughter an entire sect at the slightest disagreement.

"Leave the Supreme Element Sword Sect to me as well."

Chen Luo nodded, acknowledging their doubts. He was quite satisfied with his own ability to solve problems.

All that tugging back and forth was far too troublesome. Wasn't this way clean and decisive?

Chi Wan Jian and the other two fell silent again, their gazes returning to the ruins ahead.

You weren't solving problems at all—you were clearly getting rid of the people who raised them! If you swept through everything like this,