How Daring of You, the Zhang Household Is Destroyed

"Tingjian, Yan Yu!"

Seeing this situation, the disciples of the Cloud Offering Sect cried out in alarm and rushed toward the giant crater.

"Bang!"

Distracted for a moment, they were blasted back several miles by the eight disciples of the Cangri Sect, each crashing to the ground injured.

"Die!"

Seeing this, the eight disciples of the Cangri Sect flashed with excited divine light in their eyes and killed toward the members of the Cloud Offering Sect.

They urged their Source Power to the utmost, vowing to annihilate everyone in the Cloud Offering Sect with a single blow!

"Elder Pinghai, Hua Yan... Oh no!"

Lin Shanghai cried out in alarm, his heart burning with anxiety.

"You dare to be distracted while fighting me?"

Yan Qiuhua sneered, his face sinking. "Die!"

He violently urged his Source Power, condensing a giant ball of light that descended toward the top of Lin Shanghai's head.

Its momentum was so fierce that dust and smoke rose all around the earth, reducing all things to ashes!

"Sect Master!"

Ji Pinghai and the others cried out urgently.

"You'd better care about yourselves instead!"

The eight disciples of the Cangri Sect laughed mockingly and charged faster.

In just an instant, the members of the Cloud Offering Sect fell into a desperate situation!

"How daring of you!"

At the critical moment, a sharp rebuke suddenly sounded.

"Boom!"

A powerful coercion descended with it, and the might of the light ball vanished instantly.

"Squeak!"

Before the excitedly charging eight disciples of the Cangri Sect could figure out what was happening, they had already vanished into ashes.

"Hm?!"

Yan Qiuhua's brow twitched violently. He urged his Source Power to the limit, condensing a protective barrier to shield himself.

"Whoosh!"

Yet even so, he still flew out like a kite with a broken string.

"What... who..."

Yan Qiuhua looked at the blue figure atop the Purple-Gold Gourd and asked in incomprehension.

"Bang!"

Before he could finish his question, he exploded into a mist of blood in mid-air.

"Ah!"

Only a hysterical scream remained.

"Many thanks to Elder Mo for saving our sect!"

Lin Shanghai bowed with cupped hands, speaking with gratitude.

"Many thanks to Elder Mo for saving us!"

Ji Pinghai and the others also stood up, endlessly grateful.

"All of you are injured, take this."

Mo Lingyuan smiled calmly and tossed down a bottle of Healing Pills.

"Many thanks to Elder Mo for bestowing the pills!"

Lin Shanghai hurriedly caught them, treating them like a prized treasure.

"This old man still has important matters to attend to, so I will not stay here."

With that, Mo Lingyuan turned into a ray of light and departed.

Clearwind Town.

The Zhang Household.

"Kill!" "Die!"

The sounds of slaughter continued without end. Inside the Zhang family estate, sword lights flashed like shadows and dozens of corpses lay scattered haphazardly across the ground.

A thick stench of blood drifted out, making the onlookers retch and tremble with shock.

Most of these dozens of corpses belonged to the martial warriors of the Zhang Household, for after all, the Zhang family martial warriors were not as elite or formidable as those of the Yang Household.

The remaining martial warriors of the Zhang Household were also covered in wounds and dripping with sweat.

"Hahaha, they won't last much longer. Kill!"

Yang Piyuan shouted excitedly, bloodthirsty light erupting in his eyes.

"Kill!" "Kill, kill, kill!"

The martial warriors of the Yang Household were equally excited, shouting wildly at the top of their lungs.

Seeing this, the martial warriors of the Zhang Household grew timid, retreating step by step.

Lü Qiaogu and Lin Xingqi couldn't help shaking their heads when they saw this.

"The Zhang Household is destroyed today!"

They thought to themselves, yet felt not the slightest bit of pity.

"You kill my clansmen, damn you!"

At that moment, an angry roar suddenly resounded above the Zhang family estate.

"Boom!"

A sword light abruptly descended, lying horizontally between Yang Piyuan and the others and the martial warriors of the Zhang Household, its majestic Sword Might rippling outward in an instant.

It was Zhang Xingfeng. Looking at the corpses covering the ground, he was consumed by extreme rage and sorrow as he slashed down with a single sword.

"Bang!"

How formidable was the Sword Might of a cultivator to mortals? Yang Piyuan and the others were instantly blown flying by the Sword Might, all collapsing to the ground together, heavily injured and unable to rise.

Yang Piyuan bore the brunt of it, every bone and tendon in his body shattered.

"Ah!"

He shrieked in pain, turning into a pile of mud that could no longer move at all.

"Whoosh!"

With the crisis averted, Zhang Xingfeng, Dongfang Muxue, and Chen Guyu turned into rays of light and touched down.

"Hm? Cultivators?"

Seeing the flowing lights of Zhang Xingfeng and the other two land, Lü Qiaogu and Lin Xingqi furrowed their brows slightly and let out a surprised utterance.

"Why would cultivators come here? Could it be?"

Their hearts skipped a beat, a bad omen washing over them.

"We are only at the third tier of Qi Refinement, and these three are far above us in cultivation. Run!"

In a split second, that thought flashed through the minds of the two men.

They quietly retreated from the Zhang family estate, urged their Source Power to the utmost, and bolted away at a dead run.

"Hm?!"

Dongfang Muxue and Chen Guyu turned their heads and caught this sight. The two exchanged a glance and drove their Source Power.

"Squeak!"

As they fled, Lü Qiaogu and Lin Xingqi suddenly felt their lower bodies plunge into an ice cellar, turning intensely cold.

They lowered their heads to look, only to see countless ice flowers spreading upward from the soles of their feet, instantly freezing their lower halves solid.

Lü Qiaogu and Lin Xingqi could no longer take another step!

"Boom!"

At the same time, two bolts of Divine Thunder descended from the sky, striking straight down upon the tops of their heads.

"Hum!"

The two men trembled unceasingly, feeling a wave of numbness that nearly caused them to lose consciousness!

"Spare... spare my life, senior, spare us..."

With dazed eyes, the two men instinctively pleaded for mercy.

"Spare your life?"

Zhang Xingfeng naturally noticed the fleeing Lü Qiaogu and Lin Xingqi as well.

A slight smile curved the corner of his mouth. "Very well, as long as you tell me, which sect do you belong to?"

"R-really?"

Hearing that there might be a glimmer of survival, a trace of joy flashed in the eyes of Lü Qiaogu and the other.

Zhang Xingfeng gave a noncommittal response, merely stroking Ink Edge while gazing at the two with a stern look.

"We are people of the Cangri Sect! Today's affairs have nothing to do with us; it was the Yang Household that asked us to come and assist!"

Seeing this, Lü Qiaogu hurriedly spoke, shifting all the blame onto the Yang Household.

Hearing this, Yang Piyuan and the others inwardly cursed Lü Qiaogu for having no spine and failing to be worthy of being a cultivator.

"Very good!" Receiving his answer, Zhang Xingfeng's expression grew cold. "You can be on your way!"

With that, he waved the Ink Edge in his hand, sweeping out a flash of sword light.

"No! Didn't you say you were going to spare us?"

"Y-you break your promise! You don't deserve to be a cultivator!"

Watching the vast sword light gradually close in, Lü Qiaogu and his companion suffered massive shocks to their pupils and cursed in exasperation.

The two men frantically urged their Source Power, yet remained utterly unable to break free from the ice at their feet.

"No!"

The sword light swept past, and the two let out a sorrowful howl as their heads soared into the sky.

"Puff!"

Fresh blood spurted from their necks like a fountain, staining the surrounding area of several yards a deep red.

"Ah!"

How could the onlookers have ever witnessed such a bloody scene? They shrieked continuously, some even fainting on the spot from fright.

"Bang!"

While the crowd shrieked, the bodies of Lü Qiaogu and Lin Xingqi turned into blocks of ice and shattered into pieces.

"Hiss!"

The surrounding crowd instantly quieted, one after another sucking in cold breaths.

"A promise? That depends on who it's for!"

Zhang Xingfeng put away Ink Edge and smiled coldly.

He turned around and said gratefully, "Thank you, Junior Brother and Junior Sister, for stepping in to help."

"Why must the Eldest Senior Brother be so polite?"

Dongfang Muxue and Chen Guyu spoke lightly and airily.

"Feng'er!" Zhang Qingping rushed out of the estate, overjoyed. "Feng'er, it's a good thing you're here!"

Then, turning to Dongfang Muxue and Chen Guyu, he cupped his fists in gratitude. "Many thanks to the two young heroes for your assistance as well!"

Dongfang Muxue and the other simply smiled in response.