530: Chapter 530 The Devastation of a Clan: Even the Heavenly Pivot Sword Sect is but an Ant

"The Tianshu Sword Sect, which claims to be one of the strongest Sects in the Cultivation World, doesn't seem like much."

The voice of the masked man leading them was soft, yet it carried a deep sense of disdain.

Shen Tianxing's face turned as pale as paper.

He stepped forward, steeling himself, and shouted sternly: "Who are you people? Why have you trespassed into my Tianshu Sword Sect? Do you not know that this is the Tianshu Sword Sect, a major Sect of the Righteous Path! Do you dare to run wild here? Are you not afraid of being besieged by the entire Righteous Path?"

The man looked at him and smiled.

In that smile, there was mockery, disdain, and also a kind of indescribable... coldness.

He tilted his head, looking at Shen Tianxing as if he were watching a clown.

"The people who are here to kill you."

He waved his hand, and the masked men behind him simultaneously drew their Magical Artifacts.

Those Magical Artifacts were of various shapes—some were blades, some swords, some spears, some staves—but every single one emitted an aura that made one's heart tremble.

They were at least High Grade Spiritual Artifacts, and some were even top-tier Spiritual Artifacts.

The Array Pattern on the Magical Artifacts flickered with a cold, eerie light under the moonlight, like the eyes of the Grim Reaper.

Shen Tianxing's pupils constricted violently.

He felt an unprecedented fear rising from the bottom of his heart. The strength of these masked men far exceeded his imagination.

Any one of them was no weaker than him.

And the aura of the man leading them was unfathomable; he was at least a Half-step True Immortal.

Perhaps even stronger than any Half-step True Immortal he had ever seen.

"You... you..." His voice was trembling, his teeth chattering, "Who exactly are you? Our Tianshu Sword Sect has no grudges against you, why must you..."

"No grudges?" The man interrupted him with a cold laugh, his voice full of sarcasm, "Shen Tianxing, are you not aware of what you have done yourself?"

Shen Tianxing was stunned.

What had he done? The things he had done were all targeted at the Hehuan Sect.

He had incited the Righteous Path Sects to besiege the Hehuan Sect; he had used others to do his dirty work; he had driven the wolf to devour the tiger.

Could these people be from the Hehuan Sect? Impossible.

How could the Hehuan Sect have such experts? Although Xiao Nianyin was strong, she was only one person.

Although Xu Ruyu was strange, he was only at the Mid-Stage Saint Realm.

These people were all at the Saint Realm Peak, and there was even a Half-step True Immortal.

The Hehuan Sect could not possibly possess such strength.

The man did not speak again.

He waved his hand, and the masked men behind him charged into the crowd of the Tianshu Sword Sect like ghosts.

The slaughter began.

The Cultivation of those masked men was too high; the Disciples of the Tianshu Sword Sect were like paper in front of them.

One slash, one kill; one sword strike, one kill; one palm strike, one kill.

Screams, pleas for mercy, and wails mingled together, resounding through the sky.

Blood gushed out, staining the ground, the mountain gate, and the moonlight red.

A Golden Core Stage Disciple tried to flee, but was chased down from behind by a masked man and decapitated with a single slash.

The head rolled onto the ground, eyes still wide open, dying with lingering resentment.

A Nascent Soul Stage Elder tried to resist, unleashing a Magical Artifact to blast at the masked man, but before the artifact could touch the opponent, it was shattered by a single palm strike.

The residual force of the palm strike did not dissipate, blasting the Elder away until he crashed into a pillar, vomiting blood and dying on the spot.

The Disciples of the Tianshu Sword Sect scattered and fled, but those masked men were too fast.

They were like ghosts, weaving through the crowd, taking a life with every move.

Some knelt to beg for mercy, only to be slashed to death.

Some tried to play dead, only to have their skulls crushed by a foot.

Some hid in the halls, only to have the doors blasted open with a palm strike, burying them along with the hall.

Shen Tianxing stood where he was, watching all this, his legs weak, barely able to stand.

His mind was blank, with only one thought echoing frantically—it's over, the Tianshu Sword Sect is finished.

"Stop! Stop!" He screamed hoarsely, his voice raspy and desperate, "Who exactly are you? How has my Tianshu Sword Sect offended you? Whatever you want, I will give it! Spirit Stones, Medicinal Pills, Magical Artifacts, territory, anything is fine! I beg you to stop!"

The man looked at him and sneered: "Shen Tianxing, when you were plotting against the Hehuan Sect, did you ever think that you would have a day like this? When you were using others to do your dirty work, did you ever think that the blade would turn back on you?"

Shen Tianxing's pupils constricted violently; he understood now that these people were here because of the Hehuan Sect.

They were here to avenge the Hehuan Sect. But how could the Hehuan Sect have such strength? How could they have such experts?

"You... are you people from the Hehuan Sect?" His voice was trembling.

The man shook his head and said indifferently: "No. But we are working for the Hehuan Sect."

Shen Tianxing's face was deathly pale; he could only stand there, watching those masked men walk toward him step by step.

Just then, in the Forbidden Ground at the back of the mountain, several terrifying auras erupted.

That was the pressure of a Half-step True Immortal, heavy as a mountain and deep as an abyss. The Tianshu Sword Sect's final trump card had finally been deployed.

Xuan Jizi rushed out with several Grand Elders.

Their hair was gray, their faces gaunt, but their eyes were filled with fury.

They had lived for nearly ten thousand years and were the pillar of the Tianshu Sword Sect.

At this moment, they felt the crisis of the Sect and were willing to burn their last bit of life force to protect it.

"Who dares to run wild in my Tianshu Sword Sect?"

Xuan Jizi's voice was old and raspy, but full of energy, like a thunderclap exploding in the night sky.

The man looked at him and smiled: "Finally come out? I thought you were going to stay cowering inside forever."

Xuan Jizi's face was as gloomy as water.

He sensed that the man's Cultivation was not below his own.

And every one of the masked men behind him was no weaker than the Grand Elders he had brought.

"Who exactly are you?"

Xuan Jizi shouted sternly, having already revealed his Magical Artifact—an ancient longsword, with cold light flowing along the blade.

The man did not answer. He simply raised his hand and struck out with a palm.

"Boom!"

A golden palm energy flew out from his palm, carrying a world-destroying momentum as it blasted toward Xuan Jizi.

Wherever the palm energy passed, the air was torn apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound, and the ground was plowed into a deep ravine with flying rock fragments.