87: Chapter 87 The Demise of the Azure Weapon Sect

His murky yet sharp eyes swept downward, and the expression of being detached from worldly affairs instantly froze.

Blood flowed like a river before the mountain gate, and more than half of the Qingqi Sect elites were dead or injured. His gaze fell not far away, where Shen Yushuang lay with a large hole in her chest, dead with her eyes wide open in resentment. On the other side, a pile of minced flesh, barely recognizable as human form, was scattered across the ground. From the remnants of clothing, one could barely identify it as the Young Sect Master, Shen Beichen.

"Grand Elder! You must uphold justice for us!" Sect Master Shen Heming knelt in the pool of blood. A dignified Great Grandmaster, he now looked like a stray dog, pointing at you and Wei Feisen while howling, "This demoness colluded with Wei Feisen to slaughter my Disciples, kill my children, and destroy the century-old foundation of my Qingqi Sect!"

The Grand Elder's face turned livid, veins bulging on his forehead. He violently flicked his sleeve, and a mountain-toppling wave of Protective Aura directly knocked Sect Master Shen Heming to the ground.

"Trash!" the Grand Elder bellowed, his voice like a booming bell, making the eardrums of those around him ache. "As the dignified Sect Head of the Qingqi Sect, you have been pushed to this state by a subordinate Gang, and you couldn't even protect your own son and daughter! You have completely disgraced the Ancestral Masters of previous generations!"

Sect Master Shen Heming scrambled to get up, banging his head against the bluestone slab with loud thuds, yet he dared not utter a single word of rebuttal.

After scolding Sect Master Shen Heming, the Grand Elder's gaze pierced toward you and Wei Feisen like a sharp sword. The vast True Qi of a quasi-Earthly Immortal was released without reservation, and the air seemed to congeal at this moment, becoming so stifling that it was hard to breathe.

"An eighteen-year-old Great Grandmaster... truly a Genius rarely seen in a century." The Grand Elder's voice was chillingly cold. "But if a Genius does not understand the rules, they can only be a dead prodigy. Today, I shall take action personally to end this absurd farce!"

Before his voice had even faded, the True Qi within his body surged wildly, and his gray robes fluttered without wind. A greenish-gold color surfaced on his skin; he was clearly also at the Perfection level of the Green Vessel Hundred Forging Record.

Facing this near-invincible might, you did not draw your sword; you simply turned your head and exchanged a glance with Wei Feisen.

A sick, ferocious grin curled the corners of Wei Feisen's mouth. He carried his long saber on his shoulder and whispered, "You finally came out, you old thing."

The next moment, Wei Feisen waved his hand violently.

"Slaughter him!"

The Black-robed Puppet, standing behind you and remaining as devoid of presence as a ghost, moved instantly.

There was no roar of exploding True Qi, no flashy footwork. The Puppet purely relied on physical strength to crush the ground, and like a black meteor, it shot into the sky, defying the Grand Elder's pressure.

"You cowardly rat, seeking death!" The Grand Elder snorted coldly and raised his right palm. The air within a radius of ten zhang was instantly sucked dry, condensing into a massive Protective Aura handprint that shimmered with a jade-like luster, slamming down toward the Black-robed man.

"Boom!"

A massive wave of air swept through the surroundings, blowing everyone nearby off balance.

However, the sneer on the Grand Elder's face had not yet fully blossomed before it completely froze.

The Black-robed man did not dodge at all; it smashed straight through that massive Protective Aura handprint. The metal body beneath the black robes did not even have a single scratch. In the Grand Elder's eyes, filled with sheer terror, the Puppet had already lunged to within less than a foot of him.

The Puppet raised its right arm and slapped out without any fancy moves.

"Bang!"

It was just like smashing a ripe watermelon.

The Grand Elder's jade-like Protective Aura, which he took such pride in, was as fragile as window paper before this cold metal palm. His head instantly exploded, and red and white matter mixed with bone fragments splattered everywhere.

The headless corpse swayed for a moment before tumbling down from the white marble archway, crashing heavily in front of Sect Master Shen Heming.

The entire scene was deathly silent.

Everyone's breathing stopped.

That was a quasi-Earthly Immortal! The Qingqi Sect's strongest foundation! And just like that... slapped to death with one blow?

Sect Master Shen Heming stared blankly at the headless corpse on the ground, his eyeballs trembling violently, and meaningless wheezing sounds came from his throat.

"Impossible... this is impossible..." Sect Master Shen Heming's mind completely collapsed. He slumped into the blood, crying and laughing, "It's fake, it's all fake..."

Wei Feisen walked forward and stepped on the Grand Elder's corpse, spitting disdainfully, "You old thing, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

You watched all of this with calm eyes.

This was the most critical part of your plan. If a quasi-Earthly Immortal was determined to escape, you would never be able to stop him. To hunt him down, you would have to fully activate the Puppet, but the Puppet's power source was Spirit Stones. Wei Feisen only had a few in his possession, and each one used was one less.

Therefore, you deliberately carried out a massacre before the mountain gate to force Sect Master Shen Heming to call for reinforcements, letting this old thing jump out on his own before striking him down with lightning speed.

"Run! The Grand Elder is dead!"

I don't know who let out a shrill scream, but the surviving Qingqi Sect Disciples and Elders finally woke up from their daze. Having completely lost the courage to resist, they abandoned their weapons and armor and fled in all directions.

Wei Feisen looked at the stray dogs fleeing across the mountains and plains, the smile on his lips becoming increasingly manic: "Black Tiger Gang, listen to my order! Take over Tianquan Mountain! Anyone who resists, kill without mercy!"

One day later.

An explosive piece of news swept through the entire Great Qing Martial Forest like a hurricane.

The overlord of the Eastern Province, one of the nine sects with a century-long Legacy, the Qingqi Sect, had been razed to the ground by its subordinate Black Tiger Gang within a single day!

Every restaurant and teahouse in Great Qing was discussing this matter.

"Have you heard? The Qingqi Sect is gone! Even the Grand Elder had his head smashed to pieces with one slap!"

"What kind of sacred entity is the Black Tiger Gang? Who exactly is that mysterious Black-robed man who slapped a quasi-Earthly Immortal to death? Could it be some reclusive Earthly Immortal who has come out of seclusion?"

Another day later, specific intelligence regarding you and Wei Feisen was placed on the table by the secret agents of various major forces.

"An eighteen-year-old Martial Dao Great Grandmaster?! And a woman?!"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Even if she started practicing martial arts from the womb, it's impossible to be this fast! This must be fake news released by the Black Tiger Gang to build momentum!"

"Exactly! Even if she really is a Great Grandmaster, so what? The Qingqi Sect is an affiliate of the Martial Dao Sect. If the Black Tiger Gang acts so insolently, will the Martial Dao Sect let them go? The Martial Dao Sect has a real Earthly Immortal guarding it!"

At this time, the Cangyun Sect.

Inside the West Peak main hall, Supreme Elder Su Chenyuan looked at the secret intelligence letter in his hand, his hands trembling slightly.

"An eighteen-year-old Great Grandmaster... killing Shen Yushuang, who was at the Innate Middle Stage, with one palm, and going head-to-head with the Late Stage Great Grandmaster Sect Master Shen Heming without falling behind..." Supreme Elder Su Chenyuan took a deep breath and looked at the intelligence chief below. "Is this intelligence accurate?"

The intelligence chief knelt on one knee, his tone certain: "Grand Elder, it is absolutely true. That battle where the Qingqi Sect was destroyed was watched by countless eyes; it cannot be fake."

Supreme Elder Su Chenyuan leaned back in his chair, his eyes full of undisguisable envy and emotion.

"An eighteen-year-old Great Grandmaster..." Supreme Elder Su Chenyuan sighed deeply. "If I could have such a Disciple, I would have no regrets even if I were to sit in meditation and pass away immediately. Alas, what a pity, what a pity..."