"Those who surrender will not be killed."
Ancestor Ganlong seized the moment and let out a mighty, dignified roar.
However, some elders and disciples of Xuanba Sword Sect would rather die than surrender, and were ultimately slain.
The great battle ended after only a few hours. Xuanba Sword Sect was destroyed just like that.
The wealth, resources, and Spirit Veins accumulated by Xuanba Sword Sect over a million years were frantically looted by the disciples of Chaos Sacred Sect, leaving not even a scrap behind.
Those disciples of Xuanba Sword Sect who refused to surrender, or had no time to do so, all fell into pools of blood.
The few who were captured would face miserable fates in the future.
Xuanba Sword Sect had inherited its legacy for ten thousand years and had once been a glorious sacred land of the East Continent.
Yet on this night, it was completely erased from the map of the East Continent.
Mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Crumbling walls and ruined buildings.
The entire Xuanba Sword Sect had become a living hell.
Only when the first ray of dawn tore through the darkness of night and shone upon this bloodstained land did everything gradually settle down.
The rising sun cast bloody rays of light, dyeing the entire horizon red.
Yang Lingtian slowly rose into the sky and stood atop the ruins of Xuanba Sword Sect's highest main peak.
He wore white robes that snapped in the morning wind, spotless and unstained. Against the bloody Asura battlefield beneath his feet, the contrast was striking.
Chaos aura swirled around him, almost tangible, radiating a terrifying pressure that seemed capable of suppressing the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands.
His gaze was deep and cold as he looked down upon the former sacred land that had