The Earth Spirit Sect Master Dies
The messenger's disheveled figure fled, becoming a barely perceptible black dot in the sky.
In Hall of Ten Thousand Laws, Li Daoxuan, the sect leader of the Earth Spirit Sect, and all the surviving elders and disciples remained frozen in place, like clay or wooden sculptures, not daring to breathe.
Their hearts were already filled with endless fear.
Even the Innate Realm envoy sent by the Scarlet Flame Sect of the Central Continent had his arm broken and fled like a stray dog! Just what kind of monster is this man before us?!
Dongfang Yueming slowly turned around, her calm gaze falling on Li Daoxuan.
Li Daoxuan trembled all over, feeling a chill rush from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. He could no longer hold on, his legs buckled, and he knelt down again with a thud, kowtowing frantically.
"Senior... Senior, spare my life! Senior, spare my life! This junior was blind and didn't recognize your greatness. I have offended you greatly before. I hope you will be magnanimous and let me... let our Earth Spirit Sect go as if it were nothing!"
However, Dongfang Yueming simply shook his head.
"Keeping you around will only cause trouble in the end."
He didn't give Li Daoxuan any further chance to speak, and simply waved his hand casually.
A seemingly ordinary Qi Technique, yet containing countless profound principles of Inner Force and transformation, swept past silently.
There were no earth-shattering explosions, and no dazzling special effects.
Li Daoxuan's pleas for mercy abruptly ceased. His body, along with the bodies of all the Inner Force elders behind him, were as if erased by an invisible eraser, silently disintegrating from head to toe and dissipating into the air.
After doing all this, Dongfang Yueming went to the place where Li Daoxuan disappeared and picked up a seemingly ordinary gray cloth bag from the ground.
He probed into it with his divine sense, and a separate space several hundred feet in diameter appeared in his perception.
[Storage bags... that's quite convenient.]
He took everything of value from the Earth Spirit Sect Sect's treasury.
After doing all this, he turned his gaze to the distance.
[The core of a spiritual vein from a single Earth Spirit Spring can be converted into 100,000 points.]
[So... what about those sects that previously came to 'pay homage'? Although their foundations may not be as deep as the Earth Spirit Sect's, even a small mosquito is still meat.]
A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips.
The next two weeks were like the end of the world for the Great Qi Dynasty and all the surrounding sects.
A terrifying figure wearing a bamboo hat, like a king surveying his territory, swept through all the sects with Grandmaster- level inheritances with lightning speed.
Whether they put up a stubborn resistance or beg for mercy on their knees, there is only one outcome.
The sect's treasury was completely looted.
The core of the spiritual vein beneath the mountain gate was completely absorbed!
Finally, when Dongfang Yueming walked out of the gates of the last sect—"Heavenly Sword Sect"—the total number of points on his system panel reached a new height.
[Points:108000!]
Having accumulated enough resources and points, Dongfang Yueming did not linger. He quietly arrived at a large port, preparing to board a giant ship once again and head to the real stage— the Central Continent.
This time, he concealed all his aura to the extreme.
When he boarded the ship, he blended in seamlessly into a group of noisy mercenaries.
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!" came a boastful shout.
A squad of guards clad in magnificent armor roughly pushed through the crowd, escorting a luxurious carriage directly onto the deck of the giant ship.
"It's the ' Heavenly Wind Chamber of Commerce's' fleet! I heard they're transporting a batch of extremely valuable goods to the Central Continent this time, and even the Grandmaster in charge is treating them with great respect," someone whispered nearby.
Dongfang Yueming glanced at it briefly before looking away and following the crowd up the gangway.
On the ship, the "Mountain and River Sword Intent" Grandmaster who had fought alongside him was once again in charge. His majestic gaze swept over every martial artist who boarded the ship.
His gaze swept over the noisy group of mercenaries, but it passed by without lingering.
He never dreamed that the mysterious young man who had left such a deep impression on him and severely injured the demon snake with a single palm strike was now right under his nose.