Exterminating the Sect

"So this is the once-great number one sect in the world? Even tucked away in this remote mountain corner, they still insist on maintaining their former airs and style."

Looking at the five-meter-tall stone main gate of the Haotian Sect, and then at the three imposing characters carved into it, Qian Ningshuang could not help but scoff.

A style that, in the past, was appreciated by no one but the disciples of the Haotian Sect itself, had finally received an evaluation from an outsider today—truly a joyous occasion, a joyous occasion indeed.

"Heh, a bunch of rats hiding in a mountain crevice. No matter how imposing their airs or style, it cannot change that fact."

Hearing Qian Ningshuang's assessment, a cold sneer appeared on the face of Tian'e. The number one sect in the world? They were nothing but a pack of cowards.

"Today, let this pretentious display of theirs become history!"

Without hesitation, Tian'e threw a punch, and the massive gate, which had likely consumed a portion of the Haotian Sect's resources to construct, instantly crumbled into dust.

"Who! Who dares to offend my Haotian Sect!"

As the sect gate was destroyed, several figures instantly soared out from within the Haotian Sect.

However, upon seeing Tian'e dressed in the robes of a Wuhun Hall elder embroidered with golden crocodiles, these figures all came to a sudden halt, no longer shouting or making a scene.

"May I ask why the second elder of Wuhun Hall has come to my Haotian Sect? And why have you destroyed our sect gate?"

One middle-aged man stepped forward; it was Tang Xiao. At this moment, the bold and unrestrained demeanor he had shown while drinking with Tang Jin earlier was gone, replaced by a grave expression as he questioned Tian'e.

"Why? I think you, Sect Master Tang Xiao, should know exactly why I am here."

Tian'e looked at Tang Xiao with a mocking smile.

"What should I know? On the contrary, since you, Golden Crocodile, have destroyed my sect gate without cause, have you forgotten the agreement made between our ancestor Tang Chen and the grand elder of Wuhun Hall?"

Tang Xiao looked at Tian'e with a gloomy expression. He had guessed the reason—it must be because Tang Hao had wantonly destroyed Wuhun Hall branch temples and slaughtered their spirit masters. But Tang Hao had already left the sect; what did Tang Hao's actions have to do with his Haotian Sect?

"Since Sect Master Tang Xiao does not understand why, then Wuhun Hall will make you understand today!"

"Attack!"

As the words fell, several powerful auras erupted from around the Haotian Sect, three of which were the distinct auras of level 99 limit Douluo!

As these auras rose, an overwhelming barrage of spirit skills blanketed the entire Haotian Sect!

Seeing that the visitors were not here with good intentions, the members of the Haotian Sect hurriedly activated their spirits, spirit rings of various colors flashing as they scrambled to intercept the attacks raining down from the sky.

But it was useless; the attacks from a group of people who were at minimum level 96 super Douluo were far beyond what these low-level titled Douluo of the Haotian Sect could withstand.

Of course, the Haotian Sect had Tang Xiao, a level 97 super Douluo, but Tang Xiao was currently unable to even protect himself.

Tang Xiao had already been sent flying backward by a single strike from Tian'e, blood spraying from his mouth as if it were worthless.

"Do you of Wuhun Hall truly disregard the agreement from back then?! Qian Daoliu, you fickle and petty man, ancestor Tang Chen was blind to have called you a friend!"

Realizing that the Haotian Sect would likely not escape this disaster today, Tang Xiao struggled to his feet and roared at the sky.

He only hoped that Qian Daoliu had come today as well; that way, relying on the friendship between Tang Chen and Qian Daoliu from years ago, the Haotian Sect might at least have a glimmer of hope for survival.

Before Tang Xiao could continue his verbal assault, Tian'e flashed in front of him and, with a high kick, pinned Tang Xiao to the ground.

"Trying to curse my big brother out? Give up on that little calculation of yours. My big brother didn't come today, but he did approve this operation."

"And that agreement from back then? We have all spent decades crawling through the spirit master world; do you really believe in agreements, Tang Xiao?"

"Besides, your Haotian Sect hasn't exactly looked like it was upholding any agreements."

Seeing that the sect master, Tang Xiao, had no strength left to resist, the fifth elder of the Haotian Sect, Tang Gu—who had already been beaten to the brink of death by the seventh elder, Jiangmo—suddenly experienced a final burst of vitality. He channeled his remaining spirit power and roared toward the ordinary Haotian Sect disciples who were being slaughtered.

"Run! Everyone, run! Save as many as you can! Find Tang Hao and tell him that the ones who destroyed the Haotian Sect are Wuhun Hall!"

Then, the remaining spirit power in his body surged; it was clear he intended to self-destruct.

"Self-destruct? In your dreams!"

Jiangmo struck Tang Gu's dantian with his staff, and as Tang Gu vomited blood, his gathered spirit power dissipated.

"You will die a horrible death!"

Having had his self-destruction interrupted, Tang Gu glared at Jiangmo with venomous hatred and cursed him.

Jiangmo merely picked at his ear, then looked at Tang Gu with a look of contempt.

"The wailing of a loser cannot change the situation. You should save your energy; otherwise, if you aggravate your injuries further, it will be very time-consuming for my Wuhun Hall to treat you."

Then, Jiangmo looked toward the Haotian Sect disciples who had begun to scatter and flee, and shouted to the fourth elder, Qingyu, who was still observing the situation from the air.

"Fourth Brother!"

"Want to run? If even one of you escapes today, it would be a joke!"

Qingyu plucked his zither, and his sixth spirit ring flashed.

"Dream Returning Chasing Light!"

As the words fell, a cyan-green ring of light enveloped the entire Haotian Sect.

Those fleeing Haotian Sect disciples, after the cyan-green light fell, all found their figures returned to their original positions. From then on, no matter how they ran, they would always return to the same spot the moment they touched the edge of the light.

The fourth elder, Qingyu, spirit Qingyu Flow, a level 97 control-type spirit master. His sixth spirit skill might have been a useless ability during tournaments, but in a life-or-death pursuit in the martial world, it was a divine skill.

"Chaotic Heavenly Wolf!"

Seeing that the Haotian Sect disciples had nowhere left to run, the third elder, Yin Long, immediately unleashed his ninth spirit skill.

Black and red chain blades emerged from the void, immediately followed by the wails of the Haotian Sect disciples.

To Qian Ningshuang, who was watching the spectacle from the sidelines, this battle was unremarkable and short-lived.

It was simply a matter of Wuhun Hall arriving, Wuhun Hall winning, and the Haotian Sect being finished.

Afterward, she followed Yin Long and the other elders to scavenge for spoils.

On the other side, looking at the seven Title Douluo of the Haotian Sect who had been crippled and were kneeling on the ground, Qian Chongling sneered.

It seemed he had been right to call Gu Yuena over; seven Title Douluo cultivated in such a desolate, backwater place? If that were true, the elders of his Wuhun Hall might as well go find a block of tofu to bash their heads against.

Although he couldn't sense the aura of an Evil Soul Master from these seven, there was clearly something wrong.

Qian Chongling turned his gaze toward Gu Yuena, who had followed him over.

"Miss Gu Yuena, do you see anything?"

When he first brought Qian Ningshuang and Gu Yuena to the Haotian Sect, Qian Chongling had only been testing the waters, but then he saw seven Title Douluo—in a desolate, backwater place, could one really cultivate seven Title Douluo?

"I can't tell for sure; the aura on these people isn't as mottled and complex as that of the Evil Soul Masters from the Xuantian Sect."

Gu Yuena stared at the seven Haotian Sect Title Douluo and shook her head, but seven Title Douluo was clearly wrong. Even for soul beasts, cultivation required places with pure energy or rare treasures; otherwise, one had to endure the passage of time.

The problem was that this mountain wasn't exactly a place of great geomantic fortune.

Upon hearing Gu Yuena mention the name Xuantian Sect, the Haotian Sect's Second Elder, Tang Jin, who had been listless, suddenly had his eyes dart around in panic.

Tang Xiao, who had previously held his head high, began to lower it, making it impossible for anyone to see his expression.

The remaining Haotian Sect Title Douluo either looked panicked or exchanged glances with one another.

Seeing this, a mocking smile began to spread across Qian Chongling's face.

"It seems your Haotian Sect really does have ties to the Xuantian Sect from ten thousand years ago."

Gu Yuena also became interested; she hadn't expected that even though the Xuantian Sect had been destroyed for ten thousand years, there would still be people connected to it.

"Speak! Or I will make you wish you were dead!"

Qian Chongling's expression turned cold instantly. The Xuantian Sect, Evil Soul Masters—whenever it came to Evil Soul Masters, he would pursue them to the ends of the earth to exterminate them.

His era was not like the present, where Evil Soul Masters were nearly extinct. Back then, although the Evil Soul Masters had lost a giant like the Xuantian Sect, they still popped up everywhere on the continent, committing horrific atrocities. They were like flies and mosquitoes, endless to kill. Qian Chongling's beloved had even fallen at the hands of an Evil Soul Master.

When he was the Pope of Wuhun Hall, the primary goal of the organization was to hunt down Evil Soul Masters across the continent. It was only after decades of hunting and encountering countless Evil Soul Masters that Qian Chongling realized the cause and origin of their existence—they came from the countless commoners of the continent, from the commoners who were oppressed by major powers and could no longer survive. This was the initial reason why many became Evil Soul Masters.