157: Chapter 154 The Heavenly Spirit Sect, Destroyed!

"As you command!"

Leng Feng, Leng Yue, Leng Zhu, Leng Ming, and Leng Tu, the five great team leaders, responded in unison.

The next moment, the black formation that sealed the world began to operate with a roar!

Tens of thousands of Formation Flags shone brightly, and beams of pitch-black destructive light converged into a black torrent that pierced through the heavens and earth, slamming fiercely onto the Heavenly Spirit Sect's protective Sect formation!

"Boom—!!!"

An earth-shattering roar!

The "Nine Heavens Mysterious Spirit Protective Sect Formation," which the Heavenly Spirit Sect Disciples were proud of and claimed could withstand the attacks of a Great Grandmaster, had its cyan light barrier last for less than a single breath!

"Crack... crack..."

Crisp cracking sounds rang out, and the cyan light barrier was instantly covered in spiderweb-like cracks.

Immediately after, in the terrified and desperate eyes of countless Heavenly Spirit Sect Disciples, it exploded with a "boom," completely shattering!

It turned into a sky full of light rain, dissipating between heaven and earth!

"Kill!"

Leng Feng gave the order.

Tens of thousands of Dark Web Members turned into streams of black death, rushing into the mountain gates of the Heavenly Spirit Sect from all directions!

A slaughter without any suspense had begun!

"Ah—!"

"No! Don't kill me!"

Screams, pleas for mercy, and the sound of weapons clashing resounded throughout the entire Heavenly Spirit Sect.

Every Dark Web Member was a top-tier assassin who had crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood; their cultivation might not be the highest, but their killing techniques were the absolute best!

Facing these ordinary Inner Sect and Outer Sect Disciples, it was almost a one-sided slaughter!

"You brat! How dare you!"

The Grandmaster Realm Elders of the Heavenly Spirit Sect roared as they rushed out, trying to resist.

However, what greeted them were five even more terrifying figures of death.

Leng Feng, Leng Yue, Leng Zhu, Leng Ming, and Leng Tu!

The five great team leaders of the Dark Web were all at the Peak Grandmaster level, invincible within the same realm!

Leng Feng's figure was like a ghost; the dagger in his hand traced arcs of death, and a Mid-stage Master Elder didn't even see his movement before his throat was slit, cutting off his life.

Leng Yue held dual blades, her figure flickering; every flash was accompanied by the fall of an Elder.

...

In front of the five great team leaders, many high-level members of the Heavenly Spirit Sect were unable to withstand even a single blow!

Their cultivation and arts, which they were so proud of, seemed so ridiculous and fragile in front of these assassins who specialized in slaughter!

One Elder after another fell in despair and unwillingness.

The Heavenly Spirit Sect, this immortal Sect that had stood in the eastern part of the Desolate Province for thousands of years, was heading toward destruction at a speed visible to the naked eye!

"Chen! Zhiwen!"

Zhang Tiancheng's eyes were blood-red, his blood and Qi surging; he knew the Sect was finished.

He shot up into the sky, pushing his own Grandmaster Realm cultivation to the limit, turning into a stream of light as he lunged straight at Chen Zhiwen!

"Even if I die, I will drag you down with me!!"

He wanted to perish together with this culprit who had destroyed the Heavenly Spirit Sect!

However, Chen Zhiwen just watched him quietly, his eyes even carrying a trace of pity.

"To be buried with me?"

"Do you even deserve it?"

He slowly raised his hand and grasped the black, gilded longsword on his back that had never been unsheathed.

Clang!

A clear sword hum resounded through the Nine Heavens!

The dao-slaying sword, unsheathed!

The moment the longsword was unsheathed, an indescribably overbearing aura erupted from Chen Zhiwen as the center!

The heavens and earth seemed to have been paused at this moment.

The wind stopped flowing, the clouds stopped moving, and even the endless slaughter and wailing below seemed to have been frozen into an eternal picture by an invisible force.

Everyone's gaze, whether friend or foe, whether Grandmaster or Great Grandmaster, involuntarily converged on that one person and that one sword in this instant.

The sword was pitch black, yet it flowed with specks of gilded light, as if the entire galaxy had been melted into it.

It did not emit earth-shattering Sword Qi, nor did it trigger heaven-destroying phenomena; it was just quietly held in Chen Zhiwen's hand, yet it seemed to have become the sole center of this world.

A palpitation originating from the depths of the Soul made all the experts present feel a sense of dread.

It was not purely sharpness, but a more fundamental, more overbearing will.

Severing rules, severing Karma, severing the Dao!

This was the dao-slaying sword!

"Ahhh!!"

Zhang Tiancheng looked like a mad demon; he burned his essence blood, burned his Divine Soul, and poured his entire life's cultivation into this desperate attack.

His body turned into a brilliant meteor, dragging a long tail of flame, carrying the determination of a Great Grandmaster to perish together, and slammed fiercely toward Chen Zhiwen.

This strike was enough to overturn mountains and rivers and make the sun and moon lose their light!

However, facing this earth-shattering strike, Chen Zhiwen's eyes remained calm as an ancient well, without the slightest ripple.

He just slowly raised the dao-slaying sword in his hand.

Then, he swung it forward gently.

There was no sword light, no Sword Qi, and not even a sound.

This sword strike was simple and unadorned, just like the most basic slash when a Mortal learns swordplay.

But the moment this sword was swung, the Void Realm in front of Chen Zhiwen silently split into a pitch-black crack.

That crack was so pure, so deep, as if it could swallow even light and time.

The brilliant meteor that Zhang Tiancheng had turned into, the moment it touched this black crack, was like ice thrown into a raging fire; without stirring up any waves, it just silently... annihilated.

His violent spiritual power, his burning Divine Soul, his resolute will, his crazy roar—everything was severed clean under this one sword strike.

As if he had never existed.

The pause button in the world was released.

The wind continued to blow.

The clouds continued to flow.

The slaughter and wailing below also resumed their clamor.

Everything was the same as before, the only difference being that the pillar of the Heavenly Spirit Sect, the Great Grandmaster Zhang Tiancheng, who had stood at the peak of the Desolate Province for hundreds of years, had completely disappeared.

His Divine Soul was destroyed, and not even a trace was left in this world.

Silence!

Deathly silence!

Whether it was the Divine Thoughts secretly spying from the distant Void Realm, or the experts from Great Xuan and Great Yu behind Chen Zhiwen, all were plunged into unprecedented shock at this moment.

Chen Heng and Zheng Ming looked at each other, and both saw the horror in the other's eyes.

They knew Chen Zhiwen was strong, but they had never imagined he had become strong to such an unimaginable degree!

That was not an art, nor was it a Divine Ability; that was... the Dao!

It was Chen Zhiwen's own overbearingness, which stood above all Daos!

One sword strike, killing a Great Grandmaster who had burned everything!

What kind of terrifying combat power was this?!

"Old... Old Ancestor..."

Inside the Heavenly Spirit Sect, a Grand Elder who was fighting in a bloody battle stared blankly at the empty sky, the Spiritual Artifact in his hand falling to the ground with a "clang."

His eyes instantly lost all luster.

Faith had collapsed.

Hope had been shattered.

Zhang Tiancheng's death was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, completely crushing the psychological defenses of everyone in the Heavenly Spirit Sect.

"The Old Ancestor is dead... We are finished..."

"Run! Run quickly!"

"I don't want to die! I don't want to die!"

Despair spread wildly like a plague; the Heavenly Spirit Sect Disciples and Elders, who had originally been resisting desperately, instantly collapsed.

They threw away their armor, forgot the glory of the Sect, forgot the hatred of their fellow Disciples, and were left with only the most primitive instinct for survival, turning into streams of light and fleeing madly in all directions.

However, what they faced was the Dark Web.

It was a net that had long been cast, an inescapable dragnet!

"Form the formation, seal it!"

Leng Feng's cold voice resounded across the battlefield.

"As you command!"

Thousands of Dark Web Members responded in unison; they did not pursue but quickly changed positions, waving the Formation Flags in their hands again.

"Hum—!"

The black formation that shrouded the heavens and earth operated again; the destructive power that had originally attacked inward now turned into pitch-black chains, hanging down from the sky, piercing through the Void Realm, and completely turning the entire ten-thousand-mile radius of the Heavenly Spirit Sect's mountain gate into a cage!

"No!"

An Elder tried his best to slam into a black chain, but was instantly rebounded; the powerful force directly shattered his Physical Body, and his Divine Soul was annihilated on the spot.

Can't escape! There's simply no escape!