Imperial troops replaced the Demon Cult followers, surrounding Chaoyang Peak in layer upon layer. Everyone formed defensive ranks, shields raised high like city walls.
The Xu Brothers were all dead. Cen Yunhe stood with his sword in hand, staring blankly at their corpses.
He had killed them.
But that could not bring back his Mount Hua Sect...
"Granduncle-Master!"
A sudden shout rang out. Several third-generation Mount Hua disciples, who had hastily dressed and rushed down from Jade Maiden Peak, leaped onto the battlefield. They had known nothing of the disaster. Fear filled their eyes as they surveyed the unfamiliar crowd and the massed imperial troops.
"Our masters..."
"..."
Cen Yunhe turned woodenly to look at these terrified third-generation disciples, and a little light returned to his eyes.
They were like young creatures crying to be fed. If anything happened to him too, the Mount Hua Sect, with its centuries of history, would cease to exist...
Cen Yunhe sighed, dropped his sword, and forced an ugly smile. "Back to Jade Maiden Peak. Let's go."
The Pure Yang Stone Inscription...
The Demon Cult...
The imperial troops...
Cen Yunhe no longer cared about any of them.
Watching him stagger away, Xiao Yuan could not help feeling that when the lips were gone, the teeth would be cold.
The Mount Hua Sect was no minor sect, yet a single man, the Demon Cult's Tenth Elder, had reduced it to this state... The Demon Cult's crimes were certainly unforgivable, but this also demonstrated its extraordinary strength!
But now was not the time to consider that.
The Demon Cult was after the Pure Yang Stone Inscription.
The Pure Yang Skill, the [Pure Yang Golden Elixir], the [Heavenly Dao Sword]... If these treasures fell into their hands, the consequences would be unimaginable!
Anyone could have these treasures,