On the ruins, Chu Tianhe's broken body was still warm.
Dead silence.
The entire Mystic Sword Mountain Range fell into deathly silence.
The wind whined, rolling up the smoke and dust after the palace collapsed, mixed with the rich smell of blood, and penetrated the nostrils of every survivor.
Thousands of the Mystic Sword Sect disciples were either paralyzed on the ground or standing frozen on the spot, staring blankly at the figure in black tiger uniform high in the sky.
Fear, like the most vicious plague, breeds and spreads crazily in their hearts.
The sect master, the sect master of Earth Realm Third Layer, just... died?
He was punched and half of his body was blown apart?
The flames of anger, humiliation, and hatred ignited in the chests of some inner disciples, but when they met Su Yu's indifferent eyes, all their emotions were frozen into ice in an instant, leaving only the trembling from the deepest part of their souls.
That's not looking at a group of living people, that's looking at a field of crops waiting to be harvested.
Su Yu ignored the complicated looks below.
In his eyes, there is no essential difference between these so-called decent disciples of famous families and Demon God Cult disciples.
The innocent blood on his hands may be even worse.
Mystic Sword Sect, it's rotten from the root.
To cut weeds, we must of course remove the roots.
A thought flashed through his mind, and immediately, his figure slowly descended from mid-air.
Buzz--!
As his feet stepped onto the scorched black ground of the main palace square, the power of the invisible blood-colored gravity field - Prohibition Blood Formation suddenly surged!
It was as if there was an invisible divine mountain that hit everyone's back hard.
"Uh-huh!"
"My leg... is broken!"
Click! Click!
The crisp sounds of broken bones echoed one after another.
The weaker outer disciples didn't even have time to hum before they were crushed by the sudden intensification of the pressure into pools of blurry flesh and blood, and the broken bluestones were stained with blood.
Those who managed to survive were all pinned to the ground, unable to move. Their internal organs felt like they were being squeezed by huge boulders, and bloody foam erupted with every breath.
Su Yu didn't even look at it. He took steps forward and walked slowly towards the dungeon in the back mountain.
His steps were very steady, and every step he took was like stepping on everyone's heart.
"Stop him! Avenge the sect master!"
The nearest deacon had red eyes and looked crazy.
He tried his best to gather the remaining Spiritual Qi in his body at his fingertips, turned it into a weak Sword Qi, and shot it towards the back of Su Yu.
Su Yu's footsteps did not stop.
He didn't even look back, he just raised his right hand casually and volleyed back.
Boom!
The dark golden Eight Desolations Demon-Suppressing Hand appeared out of thin air, like a hill, falling suddenly.
The deacon and dozens of disciples within ten feet around him were instantly knocked into the ground, not even a single intact bone was left.
[Ding! Kill Mystic Realm First Level Deacon, reward Slaughter Points: 1200!]
[Ding! Kill Spirit Realm Ninth Level disciple, reward Slaughter Points:800!]
A series of reminders sounded in his mind, and Su Yu's pace did not lag even a little bit.
He walked on a road paved with blood and corpses, his expression as calm as if he was walking in his own backyard.
Along the way, disciples who were blinded by hatred continued to launch suicide attacks.
The only response to them was the giant dark gold palms falling from the sky again and again.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Every time the giant palm falls, it means the end of dozens or hundreds of lives, as well as a considerable amount of Slaughter Points.
Wail, scream, beg for mercy, curse...
All kinds of sounds intertwined together to compose a doomsday lament of the Mystic Sword Sect.
Su Yu turned a deaf ear.
He passed through the collapsed palace, crossed the martial arts arena littered with corpses, and finally stopped at the entrance of a deep dungeon on the edge of the cliff behind the mountain.
The dungeon was made of black iron, and the few guards at the door had already been crushed into meat patties by Prohibition Blood Formation.
Su Yu kicked open the heavy iron door and walked in.
A cold, damp breath mixed with stench and resentment hit my face.
He followed the downward stone steps and walked step by step towards the deepest part of the dungeon.
In the cages on both sides, there were some enemies captured by the Mystic Sword Sect or disciples who had violated the sect's rules. They looked at this boy who looked like a god and a devil in horror, huddled in the corner, shivering.
Su Yu's eyes did not stay on them even for a moment.
Finally, he came to an independent cell on the bottom floor.
In the cell, a figure was pierced through Pipa's bones and knees by four dark iron chains thicker than his arms, hanging in the air like a dead dog.
It is none other than Mystic Sword Sect, the former great elder, Chu He.
At first Black Demon Mountain Range broke his arm to survive, but after returning to the sect, he obviously became the abandoned son who calmed down Demon Suppression Bureau's anger.
Hearing the footsteps, Chu He raised his head with difficulty.
When his turbid vision saw the face of the visitor clearly, the face distorted by pain was instantly replaced by endless horror and resentment.
"It's... it's you...Su Yu!"
His voice was hoarse and dry, like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing together.
"You... how could you..."
A month ago, the Spirit Realm ant that he was chasing with no way to the sky or to the earth was standing in front of him alive at this moment.
And the earth-shattering loud noise and miserable howl outside said it all.
Su Yu looked at him, finally showing an expression on his face.
It was a cold, emotionless arc.
He didn't speak.
There is no need to talk nonsense to a dead man.
He just slowly raised his right hand.
"No!!"
Seeing this action, Chu He's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a needle tip, and his survival instinct made him roar like a beast.
"Spare me! Su Yu! I was wrong! I will give you all the treasures Mystic Sword Sect! Spare my life!"
What responded to him was a giant dark golden hand that rapidly enlarged in his field of vision.
Boom!
The giant palm fell, smashing him and the entire cell into a pile of gravel and minced meat embedded in the mountain.
[Ding! Kill elder Mystic Realm Third Level, reward Slaughter Points: 3000!]
After settling this old grudge, Su Yu turned around and walked out of the dungeon.
When he returned to the ground, no wailing could be heard in the entire Mystic Sword Mountain Range.
All the people who are still alive are like wooden sculptures that have lost their souls, lying on the ground, waiting for the final judgment.
Su Yu looked beyond these ants to the top of Mystic Sword Peak, the building where Spiritual Qi gathered the most - the Treasure Pavilion.
"The liquidation is over."
He whispered to himself, and his voice clearly reached the ears of every survivor.
"It's time to collect the bill."
Before he finished speaking, his figure swayed, leaving an afterimage on the spot, and he disappeared.
The next moment, he appeared in front of the heavy door of the Treasure Pavilion made of ten thousand years of Xuanjing.
Just when he was about to break through the door with all his strength, his movements suddenly stopped.
His gaze was fixed on the center of the door.
The door was ajar, and it had obviously been opened just now.