Those few lightly spoken words swept across the battlefield like an icy wind laden with shards of frost, chilling the blood of every Chan Sect disciple present to the bone. Even their fingertips trembled faintly beyond their control.
"K-Killed them!?" someone cried in a wavering voice, disbelief filling his eyes.
"Their souls scattered!? How dare he... how could he!"
Another disciple clenched his fists, yet did not even have the courage to take a step forward.
They were the direct disciples of Chan Sect Golden Immortals!
Though the Investiture Calamity had not yet begun, and their masters feared the backlash of "interfering with mortal fate," not daring to descend lightly into the mortal world, that did not mean they "could not come at all."
If their disciples truly suffered some grave misfortune, the Golden Immortals would cast all caution aside and descend the mountain to demand an explanation!
Even though the Chan Sect and Jie Sect had battled year after year, both sides had always tacitly left one another a way out. Even if someone lost, at most their cultivation would be crippled; their divine souls would never be annihilated. There had to be a chance left for reincarnation.
But Zhao Cheng had not only killed Yang Ren and Yan Lu—he had directly scattered their souls?
He was openly declaring that he would fight the Chan Sect to the death!
Had he gone mad???
Everyone felt a chill run through their bodies as they stared fixedly into Zhao Cheng's deep eyes.
For the first time, they truly understood the madness of this man.
He was simply not someone who could be judged by common sense.
Even Yin Jiao, who had always been composed, stood frozen with his mouth open, unable to speak for a long while.
His earlier schemes of