The Continent's Number One Sect? Nothing but Rabble

Before the Clear Sky Sect Mountain Gate, the scene had become a blood-red hell frozen over.

Ye Xian sat high upon the Frost King Throne, his ice-blue eyes gazing indifferently down below.

Under the suppression of his absolute frost domain, the Clear Sky Sect's final resistance, like a candle flickering in the wind, was swiftly extinguished.

"NO—!!!"

This was accompanied by Second Elder Tang Ming's despairing scream, so shrill it had become distorted.

Mighty Lion Douluo's enormous claw, seemingly cast from gold and carrying the force to shatter mountains, slammed brutally into the Clear Sky Hammer Tang Ming had barely managed to raise!

Crack!

The Clear Sky Hammer, already riddled with cracks from the siege, shattered at once.

The terrifying force did not diminish, slamming hard into Tang Ming's chest.

His burly body flew backward like a broken sack, his chest completely caved in, the sound of shattering bones clearly audible.

Blood mixed with fragments of internal organs sprayed wildly from his mouth.

He crashed heavily onto the frozen ground, twitched a few times, and fell completely silent. Endless fury and unwillingness remained in his eyes.

Almost at the same moment.

Third Elder's protective Soul Power barrier was completely torn apart by Azure Phoenix Douluo's space-rending gale.

A fierce glint flashed in Snake Lance Douluo She Long's eyes. The strange snake lance in his hand shot forth like a venomous dragon emerging from its den.

Accompanied by a piercing shriek through the air and deadly violet lightning, it instantly pierced Third Elder's throat.

The lightning power erupted, and Third Elder's head was instantly scorched black and carbonized amid the violet electricity.

The headless corpse stood stiffly for a moment before crashing down.

Fifth Elder met an equally miserable fate.

Porcupinefish Douluo's poisonous Soul Power had invaded his entire body, leaving him numb all over. His Soul Power had scattered, and his movements were sluggish like a puppet's.

Light Feather Douluo, floating in midair, curled his lips into a cold arc, and the light bow in his hand trembled slightly!

Whoosh—!

An arrow of light, seemingly capable of purifying all filth in the world, pierced Fifth Elder's heart as though it had teleported.

No blood splashed out. The wound was instantly purified by holy light flames, leaving behind a charred hollow.

The light in Fifth Elder's eyes swiftly dimmed. His body sank weakly to its knees before finally collapsing to the ground.

Three pillars of the Clear Sky Sect, Titled Douluo elders who had shaken the continent.

Under the combined siege of four Titled Douluo elders and three Super Douluo enshrined from Spirit Hall.

They fell like mere rabble, all perishing in an instant.

Their corpses lay upon the cold, hard frozen earth, swiftly covered by spreading layers of deep-blue ice.

They became three ice sculptures bearing endless humiliation and defeat.

Together with Seventh Elder Tang Lie's ice sculpture not far away, they silently proclaimed the coming end of the Clear Sky Sect.

Inside and outside the mountain gate, the surviving Clear Sky Sect disciples witnessed this scene as though divine punishment had descended.

Sect Master Tang Xiao knelt heavily wounded, his fate unknown.

The four elders had all turned into cold corpses in the blink of an eye.

Overwhelming terror, like an invisible giant hand, instantly seized everyone's heart.

Desperate wails and hysterical screams rose one after another.

Some collapsed to the ground, while others tried to turn and flee deeper into the sect.

Still more stood rooted where they were like terrified puppets, too stunned to move.

Ye Xian's gaze calmly swept over these Clear Sky Sect disciples who had fallen into the abyss of despair.

There was no pity in his eyes, nor any pleasure—only the indifference of one looking down upon ants.

The tip of the Frost King Sword in his hand dipped downward ever so slightly.

That motion was like Death's final verdict.

"Kill!"

That single icy word, like an Edict forged from Ten Thousand Year Profound Ice, rang clearly within the souls of every Spirit Hall expert.

"By your command, Your Holiness!"

A sickly, cruel smile instantly blossomed across Yue Guan's face.

With a sharp cry, countless golden poisonous petals swept toward the fleeing disciples like a whirlwind of death.

Gui Mei's figure silently melded into the shadows.

Wherever he passed, bloody lines appeared strangely upon the necks of Clear Sky Sect disciples, and they fell without a sound.

Several Spirit Hall elders and enshrined rushed into the chaotic flock like tigers released from their cages.

Titled Douluo against ordinary Soul Masters—even elite Clear Sky Sect disciples were only around levels sixty or seventy—was still absolute suppression.

This was no longer a battle. It was a one-sided slaughter.

Screams, the sound of bones breaking, the explosions of soul skills...

All manner of hair-raising sounds intertwined, playing the final elegy for the Clear Sky Sect's destruction.

Blood dyed the frozen ground red, only to rapidly freeze into dark-red ice crystals beneath the extreme cold.

Severed limbs were frozen in place, preserving the terrified postures they had held at death.

Ye Xian remained seated upon his throne like an indifferent deity, quietly watching it all.

Bai He stood at his front side. A trace of complexity flashed through his cloudy eyes before ultimately settling into calmness.

He knew this was a game of power, a reckoning of hatred, and a mountain of corpses and sea of blood that Your Holiness the Pope had to cross to reshape the continent's order.

Mercy toward one's enemies was cruelty toward one's own people.

In merely the time it took to burn half an incense stick.

Before the mountain gate, aside from Tang Xiao, who knelt on the ground with only a faint breath remaining, and the frozen corpses of the four elders, not a single Clear Sky Sect disciple remained standing.

All surviving resisters had been thoroughly purged by Spirit Hall's experts with thunderous methods.

The air was thick with an inescapable stench of blood and a bone-deep chill. The dead silence made the place seem like a ghost domain.

Ye Xian slowly rose to his feet, and the Frost King Throne dispersed.

He walked over to Tang Xiao, who was grievously wounded and near death, kneeling under the crushing suppression of an invisible icy will.

Tang Xiao struggled to raise his head. Frost blurred his vision.

Yet he could still feel that condescending gaze, as though he were being looked down upon like dust.

His lips moved as if he wished to say something, but he could only spit out bloody foam laced with ice shards.

"Clear Sky Sect..."

Ye Xian's icy voice sounded like a final judgment.

"From this day onward, it shall be erased from the continent."

"The continent's number one sect?"

Ye Xian gave a cold laugh.

"Nothing but rabble!"

He did not spare Tang Xiao another glance. Turning around, his cold gaze swept over Yue Guan, Gui Mei, and the three enshrined.

"Clean out the Clear Sky Sect. Leave not a blade of grass behind!"

"Bring all manuals and resources back to Spirit Hall."

"Tang Xiao will be taken back to Spirit Hall and thrown into the dungeon!"

He paused before adding,

"To prevent future trouble!"

"By your command, Your Holiness!"

Everyone answered in unison, their voices echoing before the deathly silent mountain gate, carrying a chilling killing intent.

Spirit Hall's experts surged into the ancient mountain gate, which symbolized the glory of the continent's number one sect, like a black tide carrying the aura of destruction.

An even more thorough plundering and purge began within the Clear Sky Sect.

At the same time, Stone Creek Village, several dozen li away from the Clear Sky Sect Mountain Gate.

Tang Xun had sensed that something was wrong the moment he arrived.

The dense, pungent smell of blood instantly put him on alert.

When he looked closely, Tang Xun's face changed drastically.

Not a single Clear Sky Sect disciple stationed at Stone Creek Village had survived. They had all been killed!

Tang Xun walked over to the corpse of a young disciple.

The disciple lay face-down on the ground, his eyes wide open, his face frozen in extreme terror and disbelief.

It was as though he had seen something before his death that he simply could not comprehend.