394: Chapter 404 Hell on Earth! My Home is Gone!

"Boom—!" As Vice Sect Master He Yuan crashed into the earth, a torrential rain of blood poured down from the sky. Faint sounds of lamentation, as if the laws of heaven and earth were collapsing, echoed through the sky.

Su Mo flashed over, his Demonic Blade ruthlessly plunging into Vice Sect Master He Yuan's chest.

A dignified powerhouse at the Early Stage of the Emperor Realm had completely fallen under the joint strangulation of nearly a hundred Saints.

Not even the last trace of his Divine Soul could escape Su Mo's Demonic Blade.

The entire scene was deathly silent, with only the sound of blood dripping.

Su Dao put away his Yin and Yang longsword. Ignoring Vice Sect Master He Yuan's corpse, he turned and walked toward Zhu Ziqiu and the others in the rear.

With a casual wave of his hand, he dispelled the frost shield surrounding Little Bell and walked up to her.

"Lead the way. Point out everyone who has ever bullied you, one by one."

Su Dao's gaze was indifferent, his tone as calm as if he were discussing an ordinary triviality.

But in his view, since he had chosen to keep Little Bell by his side, this little girl was now a member of his Su Family.

Anyone who belonged to him, Su Dao, even if they suffered the slightest grievance, must have it repaid a thousand or ten thousand times over!

"No... no need, Boss... I am already very content..."

Seeing the bloodstains on Su Dao's shoulder, Little Bell felt a sudden panic in her heart and instinctively wanted to wave her hands and step back.

She was afraid that because of her past, she would bring even greater trouble to Su Dao.

Being able to escape that devil's den was already a tremendous blessing for her.

Su Dao did not speak; he simply held out his long, broad palm, looking at Little Bell quietly, his gaze filled with unquestionable determination.

Zhu Ziqiu, standing nearby, saw this scene, and her heart skipped a beat for no reason. A terrifying thought instantly surfaced in her mind.

"You... you couldn't possibly be planning to destroy the Myriad Poison Demon Sect, right?!"

Although the Myriad Poison Demon Sect was a demonic Sect, it was, after all, guarded by a terrifying powerhouse like Great Emperor Wandu, who was at the Middle Stage of the Emperor Realm!

It was said that Great Emperor Wandu had recently been searching for the opportunity to achieve a Breakthrough to the Late Stage of the Emperor Realm.

"That's right! What about Great Emperor Wandu?"

Pei Qingnan also suddenly snapped back to reality, her face full of confusion.

Although her Family was also a top-tier power in the Star Domain, possessing an Old Ancestor at the Middle Stage of the Emperor Realm, even they would never dare to utter such crazy words as destroying the Myriad Poison Demon Sect!

Looking at the stance of Su Dao and the others, it was clear they intended to level the headquarters of the Myriad Poison Demon Sect.

If this were to spread, the entire Brilliant Star Domain would be shaken!

A breeze blew by.

Little Bell looked at Su Dao's hand, which remained suspended in mid-air, and her eyes gradually grew moist.

She took a deep breath, finally mustered her courage, slowly raised her small hand, and gently placed it upon Su Dao's palm.

The moment he grasped that cold little hand, Su Dao turned around and looked toward the Myriad Poison Demon Sect's base behind Black Flame Mountain, his voice chilling to the bone: "Brothers, destroy the Sect."

"Destroy the Sect!"

"Destroy the Sect!!!"

Nearly a hundred Su Family Saints roared in unison, their Killing Intent soaring into the sky!

Su Hao fished out a black token emitting a ghostly light from Vice Sect Master He Yuan's remains, tossed it in his hand, and said, "Let's go! Let's go inside and ransack the homes of these bastards!"

Half an hour later.

Relying on Vice Sect Master He Yuan's token, the Myriad Poison Demon Sect's supposedly impenetrable Sect-protecting formation was rendered useless.

When the hundred Saints stepped into the inner Sect, Pei Qingnan and Zhu Ziqiu also braced themselves and followed them in.

However, when they saw the scene before them, both goddesses instantly felt a chill shoot straight to their scalps!

This was clearly a living Hell on Earth!

The interior of the rolling mountain range had been completely hollowed out, with dense rows of giant iron cages hanging from the mountaintops all the way down to the pool of blood in the abyss.

Hundreds of thousands of low-level Cultivators were locked in cages like livestock.

The living Cultivators were screened like cargo.

Those with good Aptitude had their wrists forcibly cut to extract their heart blood.

Those with ordinary Aptitude were forced to drink various toxic liquids of strange colors, writhing and screaming in agony within the iron cages until their bodies rotted away into pools of pus.

The air was filled with a pungent smell of blood and endless despair!

Seeing a Loose Cultivator who had been skinned alive to test toxic miasma, Zhu Ziqiu's face turned deathly pale.

Pei Qingnan's eyes were bloodshot, her whole body trembling, her fingers gripping her heavy halberd turning white from excessive force: "These animals... these animals who deserve to be chopped into ten thousand pieces!!!"

"Kill." Su Hao had no extra nonsense.

For people who had come out of the Realm Battlefield, the only way to deal with such scum was to exterminate them completely!

Following the order, the Su Family brothers charged in like tigers into a flock of sheep, beginning a one-sided purge.

Little Bell was led by the hand by Su Dao, walking through the dark passage where she had been escorted countless times before.

Soon, she stopped.

Ahead, dozens of Punishment Hall deacons and Alchemists who had once assisted Elder Chi in Alchemy and tortured her were now held at knifepoint by Su Mo, kneeling on the ground, too terrified to move.

"Are they the ones?" Su Dao asked softly.

Little Bell pointed at these people, her small mouth slightly open, but she couldn't speak for a long time.

Did she hate them? She hated them to the bone.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!" Before Little Bell could speak, the Demonic Blade in Su Mo's hand had already flashed dozens of times.

Dozens of heads rolled to the ground in unison.

The revenge was taken.

But... what next?

Looking at the blood all over the ground, Little Bell suddenly felt a sense of emptiness in her heart.

The obsession that had supported her to survive even after being poisoned countless times in the dungeon collapsed at this moment.

She felt like a duckweed that had lost its center of gravity, not knowing what she should live for in the future.

Until, she instinctively raised her head.

Little Bell looked at Su Dao's well-defined, resolute profile, stained with a few specks of blood, and felt the warmth from his palm.

Her originally lost eyes gradually regained their luster.

That's right, she still had her Boss, and she still had that Qingxin Pavilion, which, although small, could shield her from the wind and rain.

Meanwhile, in a hidden paradise far away from the Myriad Poison Demon Sect.

This place had originally been a Saint Sect that lived in seclusion, but now it had turned into a deathly silent ruin.

The Sect-protecting formation had been forcibly corroded, the mountain gates had collapsed, and the corpses of tens of thousands of Disciples lay scattered in pools of blood, their deaths miserable, their bodies blackened; all had died from poison.

Great Emperor Wandu, dressed in a dark green Emperor's robe, stepped coldly on a dying body.

In his hand, he was toying with a seven-colored spirit mushroom emitting a strange halo.

This was the Peerless Grade auxiliary medicine he had left the Sect to search for for many days in order to achieve a Breakthrough to the Late Stage of the Emperor Realm.

"I told you to hand it over, but you refused."

Great Emperor Wandu looked down at the once high-and-mighty Saint Sect Master beneath his feet, his eyes devoid of any pity, as calm as if he had merely crushed a group of ants: "To end up like this for a mere herb, you have no one to blame but yourself!"

The Saint Sect Master beneath his feet had his eyes split from anger.

Watching his Disciples and descendants lying dead all around, blood and tears mixed with poisonous blood gushed from his eyes.

Knowing he would surely die today, he glared fixedly at Great Emperor Wandu, using his last ounce of strength to let out a desperate roar like an evil spirit: "Great Emperor Wandu! I curse you to a miserable death!! I curse your Myriad Poison Demon Sect to be slaughtered to the last person, just like my clan, with not a single one left!!!"

"A curse?" Great Emperor Wandu sneered disdainfully. "Just the incompetent rage of an ant. My Myriad Poison Demon Sect is as solid as a fortress, and with Vice Sect Master He Yuan guarding it, who in this Brilliant Star Domain would dare to touch a single blade of grass or tree of my Demon Sect?"

A flash of Killing Intent crossed his eyes, and the rules of deadly poison churned beneath his feet, as he prepared to completely crush this Saint's Divine Soul and send him on his way.

Suddenly, "Crack." A crisp cracking sound exploded abruptly in Great Emperor Wandu's mind.

Great Emperor Wandu stopped his movements abruptly, his expression changing drastically. He hurriedly diverted a wisp of Divine Sense into his storage ring.

That was the life-bound Jade Slip connected to the Myriad Poison Demon Sect's Sect-protecting formation and Vice Sect Master He Yuan's life.

And at this moment, this Jade Slip had shattered into powder without any warning!

This meant the formation had been broken and Vice Sect Master He Yuan was dead!

Great Emperor Wandu trembled all over. Ignoring the Saint still laughing desperately beneath his feet, he hurriedly took out an emergency inter-Star Domain transmission talisman.

The talisman flashed violently, and without any extra nonsense, only three shrill and desperate bloody characters appeared on it: "The Home is Gone!"