Though they were weak, they were loyal followers of the Clear Sky Sect. Generation after generation, they could guard this mountain range, relay messages for the Clear Sky Sect, and provide supplies.
"Since we can't find the Clear Sky Sect, we'll use them as targets instead."
Shen Lian's voice was calm, yet it carried a chilling killing intent as he continued:
"After all, they belong to the Clear Sky Sect."
Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong exchanged a glance, each seeing reluctance in the other's eyes. But they also knew that once Shen Lian made a decision, he would not change it.
Shen Lian slowly raised the Dragon-Slaying Blade, Soul Power gathering along its edge.
He did not approach the village. He merely stood at a distance and gave a light swing.
A massive dark-purple blade radiance tore through the sky, carrying an aura capable of destroying heaven and earth as it flew straight toward the small village.
Boom—
After a thunderous explosion, the entire village was instantly leveled.
Houses collapsed, flames shot into the sky, and the laughter of children and chatter of villagers came to an abrupt end, replaced by utter silence.
Shen Lian gazed at the towering flames, his brows knitting slightly.
The blade radiance had been fierce, but it could not guarantee that no one had escaped—the children hiding in cellars or the elderly lucky enough to be shielded by broken walls could all become future troubles.
Then Shen Lian flicked a finger. Four black iron cylinders flew from his Storage Soul Tool and struck the ground with dull metallic thuds.
They were the Soul Guidance Cannons he had brought from the Sun-Moon Empire.
"Brother Lian?"
Ning Rongrong covered her mouth, a trace of fear flashing through her eyes.
She had seen the power of such weapons