"You... you dare!"
At the sight of this, Zhu Hong nearly had his soul scared out of his body.
He struggled desperately, but the pressure of the Spirit Transformation stage held him down so tightly that he could not move at all. He could only watch helplessly as his former subordinates charged at him.
"I am your sect master!"
"You can't kill me!"
"I gave you resources, gave you cultivation techniques—please, spare me!"
Before the desire to survive, Zhu Hong's pleas seemed especially feeble.
A disciple whom Zhu Hong had valued most in the past was the first to rush before him. The disciple drove his longsword viciously into Zhu Hong's chest.
Immediately afterward, the other elders and disciples also attacked. Fists, kicks, and magical artifacts all came down upon Zhu Hong in a frenzy.
Screams, the thuds of fists and feet, and the shattering of magical artifacts intertwined. Surrounded by his own people, Zhu Hong was covered in wounds, his flesh a bloody mess. In the end, amid endless pain and despair, he was beaten to death by a storm of fists and magical artifacts.
Yet even after Zhu Hong died, their madness did not stop.
Like demons gone mad, they attacked one another, wanting to eliminate the competitors beside them and ensure their own survival.
In an instant, the place became an Asura battlefield, filled without end by wails and the sounds of slaughter.
Only when a mere handful remained did the frenzied massacre gradually subside.
Several survivors, drenched in blood, knelt on the ground and begged bitterly, "Sect Master Xu, we have already killed Zhu Hong—even all the accomplices from back then. Please spare our miserable lives!"
Xu Changqing did not look at them. He merely gave Kong Ling a glance.
"Master?"
"Mhm."
"Caw caw caw~"
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