Purple flames surged.
This fire is no Divergent Flame, yet it surpasses even the Divergent Flame.
The majestic, purple-gold Heavenly Gate soars high into the sky, supported by layers upon layers of auspicious clouds. Amidst the shifting light and shadow, it seems as if countless celestial soldiers and generals have also appeared, raising their Divine Weapon weapons, beating drums and shouting, releasing layers of divine light, intending to suppress all enemies who dare to invade.
The twelve Purple-Gold Heavenly Pillar hummed, their surfaces adorned with countless golden runes that shone brightly. As a result, the Purple Sun Heavenly Fire surged ever more fiercely, became ever hotter, and grew ever more... terrifying!
Click, click, click!
Numerous cracks floated on the surface of the protective array of the Parting Hate Gate Sect. In a moment, a crisp sound was heard, the array was broken, and purple flames climbed up, as if a thousand troops had rushed into the mountain.
In an instant, the palace was burned down, and none of the disciples in the mountain survived. Almost everyone who touched it died instantly, turning into ashes in a flash.
The rest of them, witnessing this horrific scene, were filled with terror as they surged toward the main hall at the summit.
Some people knelt on the ground and wept uncontrollably.
Some people flew out, trying to escape.
Some people, their eyes bloodshot, took advantage of the chaos to fish.
But everything, under the ever-rising purple flames, could only turn into ashes in the end.
The dark demonic stele descended from the sky, radiating a rich, blood-red light, which barely protected the few members of the Parting Hate Gate Sect who had escaped to the main hall at the summit. Devil Lord Yuan's figure appeared beside Xuetu and Yousha, his face numb.
It won't hold out for long!
Or perhaps... only by slowly preparing it could this sword Far-Reaching Luminous Sword Immortal, vent his anger.
As both were Spirit Treasure, he naturally sensed something.
This majestic Purple-Gold Heavenly Gate far surpasses me in both status and Divine Ability.
Before Him, this demonic monument of his own was like a helpless child, a feeling akin to gazing up at a towering mountain. He felt nothing but reverence, and no thought of climbing it arose in his heart.
The True Lord Yousha fell silent.
Xuetu's face showed resentment as he stared at the sword immortal above, who was clad in a pine-frost-colored feather robe, and said hatefully, " The Jade Spring Sect is a major righteous sect, and the Vast Waves Alliance has always prided itself on upholding the righteous path, hasn't it?"
" Chen Shuangbai, your actions are so cruel, don't you feel any remorse?!"
His two questions, amplified by Divine Ability, traveled far and wide, but were obscured by the purple-gold light, preventing them from reaching very far.
Chen Shuangbai just watched him quietly. After a long while, she clenched her right hand in the void. A point of purple light flickered in the majestic heavenly gate behind her, and in an instant, a person appeared in her clenched right hand!
The old Daoist priest, clad in a dark ghost robe, with a withered figure and almost bald head, was grabbed by the neck by the sword immortal and forced to look down at the precarious Lihen Mountain Gate!
The old Daoist priest had almost completely lost his Divine Ability. Feeling the five fingers on his neck that looked like they were cast from refined iron, his vision blurred, but he could still vaguely see the familiar mountain gate below!
Yousha his eyes and immediately recognized the person, exclaiming in shock, " Jiluo?!"
Xuetu collapsed to the ground, his right hand trembling uncontrollably. Pointing at Chen Shuangbai, he stammered, "You... you... you..."
Jiluo was already prepared to die, feeling that it didn't matter if he died at Xuhong's hands, since his own Heaven-Hating Devil Lord would destroy the Jade Spring Sect anyway, and someone would be buried with him then.
Even someone like Xuhong... what kind of Far-Reaching Luminous Sword Immortal, who was in the Nascent Soul Late Stage Hentian stage!
But what about now?
What did he see?
What he saw was--
The Parting Hate Gate's mountain gate was shattered, its protective array was burned to ashes by the Purple Sun Heavenly Fire, and palaces and pavilions all over the mountain were reduced to ashes. The corpses of the sect's disciples piled up like mountains, and the entire mountain gate wailed, collapsed, and was destroyed in a purple-gold sea of fire!
But his invincible senior brother, Hentian, had yet to appear.
"No... it's impossible..."
Jiluo's voice was hoarse and trembling, his cloudy old eyes were bloodshot, and he was on the verge of madness.
The old man suddenly bared his teeth and claws, struggling desperately with his hands and feet. But without any Divine Ability, he was as weak as an ordinary person and could not do anything to harm the hand that was gripping his neck.
First came madness, then hysterical screams, until finally all his strength was exhausted, and his eyes completely lost all their light, making him no different from a dead man!
"Watch!"
The sword immortal suddenly spoke, his voice extremely cold yet resonant, instantly drawing the attention of the remaining surviving members of the Parting Hate Gate Sect, including Xuetu and Yousha.
The man he was holding, the True Lord Jiluo, the Second Elder of the Parting Hate Gate, a veteran monster in the Nascent Soul Middle Stage, was thrown away by this junior who was many years younger than him, his body flying like a rag doll.
A beam of purple-gold light pierced through the Heavenly Gate, shooting straight into the chest of the demonic Nascent Soul. Then, like a sprouting precious tree, it burst open from his chest, extending in all directions like branches of Treasure Light, forcefully pinning him in mid-air, staring directly at the Parting Hate Gate's mountain gate, which was slowly enveloped by the sea of purple flames!
Haoming Boy hovered above his own body, his two small hands constantly changing Law Seals, while the Purple Sun Heavenly Fire below surged continuously, eventually compressing the blood-red light propped up by the demonic stele to only three zhang in size.
The area of three zhang (approximately 10 meters) was not large enough to contain so many disciples. Faced with death, these Devil Cultivator began to fight amongst themselves. The winners could live a little longer, while the losers were thrown into the purple flames and turned to ashes with a hiss.
Amidst the flashing blades and flying blood, screams, curses, and pleas mingled together, creating a symphony of hell on earth.
This is the end of the Parting Hate Gate.
Far-Reaching Luminous Sword Immortal simply watched quietly.
Xuetu and Yousha stood there, as if all their energy had been drained, their bodies hunched over.
Devil Cultivator are ruthless, Parting Hate Gate, as a major sect of the demonic path, is even more ruthless.
These two Nascent Soul the demonic path felt no sorrow for their disciple's death, but rather an unprecedented sense of shame for their own demise, the end of their Dao Path, and such a humiliating death.
They also harbored anger.
But this tiny bit of anger is like a trivial joke in the face of such an absolute difference in strength.
True Lord Yousha slowly raised his head and looked at the feathered Daoist standing with his hands behind his back in the sky. A slightly obsequious look appeared on his face, but before he could speak, he was abruptly interrupted by Xuetu.
"It's useless."
"This is a grave enmity that threatens the very existence of our lineage; there is no turning back."
Purple flames surged and burned fiercely for a full day and night.
After the twelve Purple-Gold Heavenly Pillar slowly withdrew and the purple-gold light that had enveloped three thousand miles gradually dissipated, some curious onlookers took a look from afar and were all in an uproar.
The entire black mountain range, from its foot to its summit, from the main peak to the side peaks, all its buildings, palaces, pavilions, and towers, vanished without a trace.
This black mountain range has been completely scorched.
The ground was covered with a thick layer of ash, and occasionally a few wisps of black smoke rose from the ash, emitting a pungent, burnt smell.
Within a three-thousand-mile radius, only mortals remain alive.
The Parting Hate Gate...
The orthodox tradition has been destroyed!