613: Chapter 613 The Flower Sect's Demise, the Sword Saint Appears

When Fang Yang noticed that some of the fifty thousand people were imposters among the Hun Clan survivors, a cold glint flickered in his eyes.

Kill!

With a single command, the protective army swiftly moved to execute the imposters posing as Hun Clan survivors!

The remaining Hun Clan survivors, who had suffered much oppression over the years and lived in constant misery, looked on with terrified expressions.

"Do not be afraid, everyone. I am Fang Yang, the City Lord of Xingming City. His Majesty has ordered us to protect you and escort you to Xingming City to rest!"

Fang Yang said with a faint, gentle smile. Under the protection of the army, they quickly departed for Xingming City.

In the Dead Soul Mountain Range, after the Green Scale Snake Saint was exchanged back.

"Second Uncle, kill him!" Xiao Lin immediately ordered. Beside him, the Thunder Saint Xiao Li had long been unable to restrain himself.

"Hun Tiandi, you killed my son! Die!" Xiao Li had a ferocious look on his face.

With a thunderous roar, he struck out with a palm, imprisoning the space and pinning Hun Tiandi's figure in place.

Bang...

The Blood God Hun Tiandi looked on in terror as Xiao Li's destructive palm, carrying lightning Dou Qi, struck and killed him in a single blow.

The entire mountain peak was flattened by the sheer force of the palm strike.

Dust billowed and swirled like smoke, surging into the sky.

"Yingjie, your father has finally avenged you!" Xiao Li looked up at the sky with tears in his eyes.

"Second Uncle, I believe Yingjie is in heaven and will surely be grateful for what you have done!" Xiao Lin consoled him. "Qing Lin's injuries are not light, let's leave first!"

Subsequently, Xiao Lin and the others departed, and the Dead Soul Mountain Range returned to tranquility.

In the blink of an eye, a familiar figure reappeared nearby. It was the Blood God. If Xiao Li and Xiao Lin were still here...

...they would surely recognize that this figure was the very same Hun Tiandi who had just been struck dead.

Regrettably, the two did not know that the one Xiao Li killed was merely a Blood God Child. As long as the Blood God did not die, he could have as many Blood God Children as he wanted!

With a wicked smile, he transformed into a streak of bloody light and vanished from the spot.

The Flower Sect was currently facing a moment of life and death.

The Dazheng experts led by Mr. Corpse Soul were slaughtering frantically. Blood flowed like rivers, and the sounds of fighting were incessant.

The originally endless Flower Mountains were covered in brightly colored blossoms, making it feel like being in a sea of flowers. As the breeze drifted, countless petals danced in the air.

They moved according to a mysterious trajectory; this was the Flower Sect's protective array.

Unfortunately, it was suppressed by the Spirit-Devouring Heaven-Extinguishing Array and had completely lost its effectiveness.

Countless buildings collapsed, and corpses lay everywhere. The once graceful and lively female figures now lay in pools of blood.

On the huge square atop the mountain peak, the battle between the Grand Elder of the Sword and Fairy Qing had reached a fever pitch.

"Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, do you truly wish to be an enemy of my Flower Sect?" Fairy Qing's vast Dou Qi filled the air, covering the sky and earth.

"Hmph, this is a fight to the death!" the Grand Elder of the Sword said coldly, his longsword swinging even more powerfully.

Infinite sword qi poured out like a waterfall, and every strike was merciless.

Before coming to the Flower Sect, Sword Saint Tianquan had ordered that everyone in the Flower Sect be executed!

Either do not act, or act to completely destroy the Flower Sect!

Therefore, the Grand Elder of the Sword showed no mercy. With killing intent flashing in his eyes, he lunged toward Fairy Qing as surging Dou Qi erupted from him.

A battle between Dou Saints was world-destroying; mountain peaks were leveled, and continuous buildings were demolished.

Mr. Corpse Soul controlled his zombies to charge directly into the Flower Sect disciples, bathing the sect's experts in blood.

It had become an overwhelming massacre.

Clang!

In various parts of the Flower Sect, a thin purple sword pierced through the throat of a Flower Sect disciple. The thin sword was as fast as lightning and was quickly withdrawn.

It then pierced through the back of the head and out between the eyebrows, assassinating a Flower Sect elder in one move.

The one acting was naturally An Lin. His assassination techniques had reached perfection; his figure would flicker and vanish, and whenever he reappeared, someone from the Flower Sect would fall.

With such exquisite methods, the Flower Sect elders were rapidly being wiped out.

The Dazheng experts brought by Mr. Corpse Soul directly slaughtered the Flower Sect disciples, and a thick scent of blood filled the world.

Whoosh!

A streak of bloody light arrived at high speed. It was the Blood God, standing proudly in mid-air.

"Greetings, Your Majesty!" Mr. Corpse Soul came to Hun Tiandi's side after killing an elder.

"Mhm!" The Blood God nodded slightly and suddenly released a sea of blood. A ten-thousand-foot sea of blood, like water from a river of doom, flooded the entire Flower Sect.

The corpses of the Flower Sect disciples and elders lying on the ground instantly melted, becoming part of the blood sea.

One Blood God Child after another was continuously gestated. After absorbing the blood, the blood sea also continued to expand.

"Hun Tiandi, you are the murderer!" Fairy Qing stared at Hun Tiandi with bloodshot eyes as she watched the Flower Sect disciples fall one by one.

Her figure actually charged toward Hun Tiandi to kill him.

"Your Majesty, be careful!" Mr. Corpse Soul controlled a zombie to intercept Fairy Qing, but how could an enraged Dou Saint be easily blocked?

The zombie was sent flying, and a withered palm pressed down toward the top of Hun Tiandi's head.

When it was only a foot away from his head, the Grand Elder of the Sword also arrived.

Puchi!

A sword pierced through Fairy Qing's internal organs. With a flick of the Grand Elder of the Sword's blade, her heart was instantly shredded.

Puchi!

Fairy Qing spat out a mouthful of blood. With her heart destroyed, her life force was rapidly draining away, and her eyes were filled with resentment and indignation.

With a wave of his sleeve, Hun Tiandi's ten thousand soul banner appeared, instantly enveloping Fairy Qing's soul and devouring it.

Fairy Qing's corpse fell into the blood sea, becoming nourishment for it.

"Take away all of the Flower Sect's resources..." Hun Tiandi ordered.

"Yes!" the Dazheng experts complied.

"The Grand Elder of the Sword has worked hard this time!"

"The Pavilion Master ordered that I should listen to you!" the Grand Elder of the Sword said with a smile.

After Fairy Qing of the Flower Sect perished, the endless merit in the sky above surged like giant waves and became thin; the disciples of the Flower Sect had all perished.

Except for those who went to the Black-Corner Region, almost none were left.

As the immeasurable merit drained away, Yun Yun, far away in the Black-Corner Region, trembled as she felt the Flower Sect's merit dissipating.

"Sect Leader, what's wrong?" Fairy Hua asked.

"I don't know why, but I feel the Flower Sect's merit is draining away..." Yun Yun said, puzzled.

Yun Yun and Fairy Hua did not yet know that, aside from those in the Black-Corner Region, the Flower Sect now existed in name only—it had been annihilated!

"Reporting to Your Majesty, the Flower Sect's cultivation techniques, Dou Techniques, and their entire treasury have all been placed into storage rings!" Mr. Corpse Soul said with a smile.

"Mhm!" The Blood God nodded and withdrew the sea of blood.

"Your Majesty, the tombs of the Flower Sect experts are on the back mountain. I want to dig up some of the experts' remains to refine into zombies!" Mr. Corpse Soul said.

"Go ahead!" Hun Tiandi did not stop him.

Starfall Pavilion!

With Wang Ku taking action, the disciples remaining at Starfall Pavilion were all slaughtered, and even Pavilion Master You Quan had perished.

The merit of Starfall Pavilion was swallowed by the xuanhuang pagoda.

The loss of merit made Saint Feng, who was currently at the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion blocking Sword Saint Tianquan, feel increasingly uneasy.

It was as if something was leaving him.

"What's going on?" Saint Feng wondered, puzzled.

"Wind Idle, by now the Starfall Pavilion has likely been annihilated!" Sword Saint Tianquan mocked.

"What?" Only then did Saint Feng realize that his previous lingering fear was because something had happened to Starfall Pavilion!

Boom!

A violent aura surged around him as he prepared to leave.

"What, Saint Feng, you're not going to block me anymore?" Sword Saint Tianquan asked.

"Unfortunately, you can't leave now either! It's no longer you blocking me, but me blocking you from returning to Starfall Pavilion!"

"With just you, you cannot keep me here!" Saint Feng said arrogantly.

"Hahaha, Wind Idle, you are as arrogant as ever. But do you think you can just come and go as you please at my Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion?"

Suddenly, an old voice rang out, echoing through the hall.

"Eh? Why does this voice sound somewhat familiar?" Hearing the voice, Saint Feng felt he had heard it somewhere before, but he couldn't recall it for a moment.

Buzz!

In the main hall of the Sword Pavilion, an old man appeared. He was dressed in hemp clothes, had an unremarkable appearance, and looked like an ordinary little old man.

His hair was as white as snow, and he radiated an astonishing sword intent.

The man himself was like a peerless divine sword, standing proudly within the Sword Pavilion.

"You are... Sword Venerable? No, have you broken through to the Dou Saint level?" Saint Feng cried out in shock. After the position of Pavilion Master of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion was passed to Tang Ying, the Sword Venerable had gone into secluded cultivation.

There had been no news for so many years that he had thought the man had already passed away.

He never expected that not only was the man alive, but his strength had increased greatly. When he went into seclusion, he was only at the level of a four-star Dou Zun.

Now, he was already a Dou Saint level expert!

"Transcending the mundane and entering sainthood, the Sword Saint has appeared!" Saint Feng's face was grim, and his voice was cold.