Is It Chaotic?

Six Hearts Sect.

From the outside, its sect gate remained sealed, and the mountain ranges were as quiet as ever. But once one passed through the closed sect gate, crossed the deliberately severed mountain steps, and entered the sect, what met the ears was a clamor of curses and shouts.

On the white jade steps leading to the front hall plaza, a streak of crimson slowly flowed down from the plaza above. It was blood.

On the clean and orderly plaza, the Six Hearts Sect's Outer Disciples had split into two factions. More than a dozen corpses lay between them in pools of blood. Some of the other disciples were furious, weapons of every kind drawn in their hands, as though they would start fighting at the slightest disagreement. Yet reason told them they could not act, or else they would be doomed beyond redemption.

Even more disciples stood clearly divided, warily guarding against attacks from one another. The remaining neutral disciples watched from afar, and some had already begun packing their belongings, ready to flee at any moment.

After the argument continued for a quarter hour, a tremendous boom suddenly rang out from the sky. Two Immortal Realm cultivators were fighting: one an Artifact Cultivator, the other a Gold cultivator. The gale stirred up by their battle whipped dust into the air, making the disciples in the plaza squint instinctively.

"They killed someone again!"

No one knew who shouted it, but a disciple from the other side fell. The spurting blood stood out starkly amid the dust.

Most of the disciples showed terror on their faces. Then another disciple shouted, "Kill these traitors! The ancestors and the Prefect will stand up for us!"

The moment those words left his mouth, someone immediately unleashed the killing intent in their heart.