531: Chapter 531 Using your corpses to announce the triumphant return of the Hehuan Sect

Xuan Jizi's expression changed drastically as he hurriedly circulated all the spiritual power in his body, forming a thick shield in front of him.

That shield was the essence he had condensed through ten thousand years of Cultivation, enough to withstand a full-strength strike from a Cultivator of the same rank. However, the palm strike was too powerful; the shield only held for a breath before shattering like paper.

The palm strike slammed solidly into his chest, sending him flying and crashing heavily into the mountain wall behind him.

"Boom!"

A large crater was smashed into the mountain wall, rubble tumbled down with a clatter, and dust filled the air.

Xuan Jizi was embedded in the crater, covered in blood, his chest caved in, and his aura weak.

His eyes were wide open, his mouth agape, his face filled with disbelief.

"You... you..."

He pointed at the man, wanting to say something, but he couldn't utter a single word.

The man walked up to him and looked down upon him. Under the moonlight, his figure was like a mountain pressing down on Xuan Jizi.

"Xuan Jizi, you've lived for nearly ten thousand years; you should know that there are some things that cannot be done and some people who cannot be provoked." His voice was very soft, but every word was like a knife. "When you were plotting against the Hehuan Sect, did you ever think you would have a day like this?"

Xuan Jizi's eyes were filled with fear and resentment. He opened his mouth to say something, but the man had already raised his hand.

"No..." Xuan Jizi's voice was very soft, almost inaudible.

The man struck down with his palm.

"Bang!"

Xuan Jizi's head shattered, blood gushing out and splashing onto the man's black cloth. His body convulsed twice and then moved no more.

The entire field fell into a deathly silence.

The Grand Elders watched this scene, their faces pale and their legs trembling. They had lived for nearly ten thousand years but had never seen such terrifying strength.

Xuan Jizi was a Half-step True Immortal and the strongest among them, yet he couldn't even withstand a single palm strike from that man. If they went up, they would only be seeking death.

"Run!" a Grand Elder shouted, turning to flee.

The other Grand Elders also turned and fled desperately.

They ran very fast, faster than rabbits. But those masked men were even faster. They were like ghosts, closing in from all directions and blocking all paths of retreat.

It was another massacre.

Although those Grand Elders were also Half-step True Immortals, their life force had withered, and their strength was greatly diminished.

Meanwhile, the masked men were all in their prime, with profound Cultivation and ruthless strikes.

In just a few rounds, all those Grand Elders had fallen.

Some were hacked to death by blades, some were struck dead by palms, and some were pierced through the heart by swords. Corpses lay scattered everywhere, and blood stained the bluestones of the back mountain red.

In just the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, everyone from the Tianshu Sword Sect, including those Grand Elders, had been killed.

Corpses lay in disarray on the ground, blood staining the entire mountain gate. A thick, nauseating smell of blood permeated the air.

Shen Tianxing knelt on the ground, covered in blood, his face as pale as paper.

His eyes were filled with fear and despair, tears mixing with blood as they flowed down. He looked at those masked men, his voice hoarse: "Who... who are you? Why... why do you want to destroy my Tianshu Sword Sect?"

The man walked up to him and looked down upon him. Under the moonlight, those eyes were as cold as frost, without a trace of pity.

"Shen Tianxing, you've spent your whole life plotting; did you ever think you would have a day like this? You killed with a borrowed blade and drove the wolf to swallow the tiger, thinking you were the hunter.

Unfortunately, you forgot that the hunter can also become the prey."

Shen Tianxing opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he couldn't utter a single word.

His lips trembled, and tears flowed uncontrollably.

The man raised his hand and struck the top of his head with his palm.

"Bang!"

Shen Tianxing's head shattered, blood gushing out as he collapsed to the ground, moving no more.

His eyes remained open, dying with grievances unaddressed. Fear and despair were frozen on his face.

The man withdrew his hand, turned around, and looked at the corpses covering the ground, a flash of complexity in his eyes.

"Clean it up."

He said.

The masked men behind him began to clear the battlefield.

They piled the corpses together into a small hill. The bodies were stacked layer upon layer—men and women, old and young, the Sect Master, Elders, and Disciples.

Blood flowed down from the mountain of corpses, merging into a small stream that stained the ground red.

The man walked to the front of the mountain of corpses, raised his hand, and wrote in the air. A golden light flowed from his fingertips, condensing into a line of large characters in the air—

"Using your corpses to announce the Hehuan Sect's powerful return!"

That line of large characters shimmered with golden light under the moon, like an eternal brand carved before the mountain gate of the Tianshu Sword Sect.

Every word was like a knife, stabbing into the hearts of those who had already died.

The man took one look, turned, and disappeared into the night with the masked men.

Behind them were corpses all over the ground and flowing blood.

The Tianshu Sword Sect was destroyed.

After those masked men left, they went to the Tianyan Sect.

Before Shen Biyun could even react, she was struck dead by a palm.

Her eyes were wide open, her mouth agape, dying with grievances unaddressed. Not a single Disciple or Elder of the Tianyan Sect was left alive.

The main hall was destroyed, the mountain gate was leveled, and everything was turned to ruins.

Everyone involved in this matter was killed.

Meanwhile, the people of the Hehuan Sect were still in the deep mountains and old forests, completely unaware of all this.

They didn't know that a group of people had secretly cleared all obstacles for them.

They didn't know that those who had plotted against them were all dead.

They didn't know that from today on, no one would dare to bully the Hehuan Sect again.

The night wind blew, carrying the scent of blood.

In front of the Tianshu Sword Sect's mountain gate, that line of golden characters shimmered with a cold light under the moon.

"Using your corpses to announce the Hehuan Sect's powerful return."

No one knew who those masked men were. No one knew why they helped the Hehuan Sect.

No one knew why the Ascension Hall didn't take action against the Hehuan Sect but instead destroyed the Tianshu Sword Sect.

Only that line of large characters lay there quietly, telling a secret known to no one.

Far away, on a mountain peak, the masked man took off the black cloth, revealing a majestic face.

It was precisely the Person in charge of the Ascension Hall, Hall Master Xuan Qingzi.

He looked in the direction of the Tianshu Sword Sect, a cold sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Tianshu Sword Sect, did you think the Ascension Hall was your blade?" he murmured softly. "Unfortunately, you forgot that a blade also has a spirit.

You wanted to kill with a borrowed blade, but the blade can also backfire."

He turned and disappeared into the night.

Behind him, under the moonlight, that line of golden characters was still shimmering with a cold light.