The brutal fighting continued for nearly half an hour. At last, the entire island belonging to the Sea-Subduing Sect gradually fell quiet.
Crash, crash, crash—
Rumble—
Now, across this vast island, there was almost no sound besides the thunder, the roar of the torrential rain, the shrill howling of the wind, and the crashing waves.
"..."
By then, the woman in white had reached the center of the main hall where those people had held their meeting. She was drenched in blood.
But it wasn't her blood. It all belonged to the people she had slain.
Her white clothes had long since been soaked through and stained a deep red. Blood dripped from the hem and gathered in small pools on the floor.
Yet she didn't care at all.
She stood there quietly, holding the long Autumnwater Sword, still clear as water and untouched by a drop of blood. Her gaze swept over the bodies strewn across the hall before settling on the seat of honor atop the raised platform at the far end.
By now, corpses were scattered throughout the hall and outside it.
In less than half an hour, she had slaughtered nearly every one of the island's three to five hundred people by herself.
At this point, only one person remained alive.
That's right!
The only survivor was Liu Mingyuan, the Liu Family's ancestor, seated in the place of honor atop the raised platform at the far end of the hall.
Though he was still alive, he was covered in blood and utterly disheveled, slumped limply in the seat and gasping for breath.
"Hah—!"
"Hah—!" "Hah—!"
It wasn't that he hadn't fought back.
In fact, he had acted long ago!
When he saw the Sea-Subduing Sect's leader cut down in two strokes by the woman in white,