The True Purpose of Xue Yutang

True Man Songyue's figure flickered, and he had already floated onto the stage, blocking the front of the surviving elder of the Diancang Sect.

His face was ashen, and in his gaze towards Lu Shaoyou, besides his overwhelming rage, there was also a hint of undisguised shock.

He had intervened solely to preserve the last vestige of the Diancang Sect.

He had never imagined that Lu Shaoyou's killing intent would be so strong, his methods so ruthless, and his actions so swift!

From Zhou Qingyun's death to the near annihilation of the Diancang Seven, the entire event had occurred in the blink of an eye, so fast that even he, a Xiantian Mid-stage expert, couldn't react in time to rescue them!

"You brat! You kill innocent people and are this brutal. How are you any different from a demon!" True Man Songyue berated him sternly, his voice carrying his profound Xiantian Mid-stage true qi, causing the entire peak of Soul Severing Cliff to hum.

"Kill innocent people?" Lu Shaoyou heard this and acted as if he'd heard a joke. He used the blunt end of his Qi Mei Cudgel to point at the foul-smelling pus and blood on the ground, then at the several mangled corpses.

He scoffed, "They willingly stepped onto the stage to seek death, their skills inferior. Are they innocent? Then Zhou Qingyun, who used poison for a sneak attack, vile and shameless, is also innocent in your eyes?"

He paused, turning his gaze to True Man Songyue, the mockery in his eyes intensifying.

"I actually think your four precious disciples are just like you."

"Arrogant and utterly foolish."

"The younger ones rush to their deaths, and the older ones are the same."

"You!"

These words were akin to pouring oil on a fire.

True Man Songyue was already grief-stricken from the tragic death of his beloved disciples. Now, with his wounds publicly exposed and being compared to a despicable person like Zhou Qingyun, His face, which should have been that of a celestial immortal, instantly turned purple-red, trembling with rage.

"What a sharp tongue! What a devil who twists right and wrong!" True Man Songyue roared in fury, his killing intent ignited. "Today, I, this humble Daoist, will personally purge this disgrace and avenge my four young disciples, and also rid the Qingzhou martial arts world of a great menace like you!"

"Zheng—!"

A clear, resonant dragon's roar.

The ancient sword in True Man Songyue's embrace unsheathed in response.

The blade was pure white, like a pool of autumn water. Lunar radiance subtly flowed along its edge, and a cold, sharp sword intent instantly enveloped the entire stage.

This was none other than the treasured heirloom of the Qingcheng Sect, the Songyue Sword.

"Die!"

True Man Songyue wasted no more words. With a flick of his wrist, the Songyue Sword erupted with an extremely brilliant sword light. A simple yet profound sword move was executed effortlessly.

"First Form: Gentle Breeze Arrives!"

The sword light appeared slow, yet it seemed to be everywhere, carrying a subtle, silent charm that sealed off all of Lu Shaoyou's escape routes.

Before the sword energy even arrived, the cold sword intent pricked at his skin, causing him pain.

Lu Shaoyou's eyes narrowed.

This old Daoist was indeed more than a notch above the previous rabble!

The Xiantian Mid-stage true qi, whether in quality or refinement, far surpassed his own.

Although in terms of pure physical strength, the opponent was far inferior to him, this incomparably sharp sword energy was already enough to pose a threat.

This, he thought, was a true opponent!

Lu Shaoyou's fighting spirit surged. He also wished to take this opportunity to test the limits of his current strength.

"Well done!"

He bellowed, not dodging or evading. He leveled the Qi Mei Cudgel in his hand, channeling the power of the Dragon's Roar into it, and smashed directly into the overwhelming sword light!

"Clang, clang, clang, clang!"

A series of rapid, metallic clangs exploded in the center of the stage.

Golden cudgel shadows and moon-white sword light collided wildly.

Each collision unleashed terrifying shockwaves, carving deep, crisscrossing fissures into the sturdy stage floor.

The martial artists below the stage were already speechless, stunned by the breathtaking battle.

They were all agape, their faces filled with disbelief.

"Heavens… Heavens! Lu Shaoyou is actually… actually fighting True Man Songyue to a draw?"

"True Man Songyue is a renowned Xiantian Mid-stage expert who has been famous for decades! How old is that kid? How is this possible!"

"A monster! He's definitely a monster!"

Everyone was completely shocked by the terrifying strength Lu Shaoyou displayed.

A mere youth being able to go head-to-head with a figure as prominent as a pillar of the Qingzhou martial arts world without falling into disadvantage completely surpassed their understanding of martial arts.

On the high platform, Xue Yutang watched the two men battling in the arena, a strange light flashing in his eyes.

Just then, a subordinate dressed in the Blood Saber Sect's attire silently approached him and whispered a few words into his ear.

After listening, Xue Yutang's lips slowly curved into a strange and cruel smile, a smile filled with the satisfaction of a plan coming to fruition and a bloodthirsty glee.

He glanced at the tense, intently watching experts from various sects below, then at the continuously swirling mist under the cliff, a cold sneer forming in his heart.

"Let them fight. The fiercer the battle, the better."

"Lu Shaoyou, Lu Shaoyou, don't you dare disappoint me… This grand stage I've prepared for you still needs more blood to complete the final flourish."

No one knew that deep at the bottom of Soul Severing Cliff, the death warriors of the Blood Saber Sect had already used countless rare materials and the blood of hundreds of martial artists to carve a massive and sinister formation!

This formation had only one purpose.

It was to absorb the death-blood of the strong, gather boundless malevolent energy, and use it to nourish a peerless vicious blade, helping it to truly awaken its edge.

The appointment at Soul Severing Cliff today was never about killing Lu Shaoyou from the start; it was a blood sacrifice meticulously planned by Xue Yutang!

He intended to use Lu Shaoyou, the sharpest blade, to slay the various experts of Qingzhou's martial arts world, using their blood to refine his own Blood Drinking Demonic Blade!

This was his true objective. A crazy and venomous plan that even his brother, Xue Yugang, didn't know about.

At the same time.

Just opposite Soul Severing Cliff, atop a desolate and rarely visited solitary peak.

The terrain here was higher, offering a perfect vantage point to take in everything happening at Soul Severing Cliff.

Two figures stood facing the wind, one in front of the other.

The person in the lead was tall and straight, dressed in a black brocade robe embroidered with intricate and luxurious patterns in gold thread.

He wore a mask crafted from pure gold, covering the upper half of his face, revealing only a pair of eyes as deep as the starry sky and a perfectly sculpted jawline.

He simply stood there, exuding an aura of ineffable nobility.

Behind him was a grey-robed elder with a respectful expression and a deep, unfathomable aura, clearly another peak expert.

They had been standing there quietly for a long time.

"This kid is quite interesting."

Suddenly, the man wearing the golden mask let out a low, magnetic chuckle.

The grey-robed elder behind him slightly bowed, a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"My lord, this person acts with ruthlessness and decisive killing intent. However, observing his true qi, it is fierce, overbearing, and righteous. It faintly carries the resonance of the Buddhist Vajra's Wrathful Gaze.

"It seems he cultivates some extremely profound Buddhist guardian divine art."