All-Out Massacre

All-Out Massacre

The arrival of the second wave of experts from the Eastern Mountain Marquis Manor brought with it an even greater sense of dread and power compared to the first. Their eyes gleamed with cold determination as they surveyed the gruesome scene, where corpses littered the ground. However, when their gaze fell upon Qin Wentian and Mo Qingcheng, a chill ran down their spines.

Standing atop the Vermilion Bird with two rows of demonic beasts flanking them on both sides, Qin Wentian and Mo Qingcheng presented a scene that could only be described as astonishingly shocking.

Qin Wentian's grip on the scarlet demon halberd tightened. He stared straight ahead, his voice icy as he declared, "Death to those who block me."

"RUMBLE!" Waves of immense pressure surged forth as the second wave of experts released their formidable auras. A massive sword swept out, halting just in front of Qin Wentian, while a commanding voice rang out, "Halt your advance. We won't kill you; the marquis is arriving shortly."

"DIE!" As Qin Wentian's voice faded, the Purgatory Vermilion Bird screeched and lunged forward. A beam of light shot from its beak, instantly engulfing the area in purgatory flames. Lotuses of purgatory fire blossomed, ensnaring the experts within their deadly grip.

"ARGH!" Agonized screams filled the air as the flames consumed them, leaving nothing behind. The terrifying heat of the purgatory flames reduced them to ashes.

"How powerful," the spectators murmured in awe as they watched the Vermilion Bird. Its flames were overwhelmingly destructive, capable of incinerating everything in their path.

The colossal avian body of the Purgatory Vermilion Bird soared through the air, its wings beating furiously. Wherever the sparks of flames landed, only death and devastation remained in their wake.

Qin Wentian's countenance remained sharp and ice-cold. The summoned astral warbeasts fought fiercely by his side, engaging in a relentless slaughter.

"Boom!" Qin Wentian took deliberate steps, moving like a tempest. He appeared before a sixth-level Heavenly Dipper Sovereign and thrust his halberd forward. Terror filled the expert's eyes as his consciousness spiraled into chaos. With a crisp sound, the halberd pierced his brain, ending his life instantly.

Qin Wentian didn't stop there. His figure flickered, reappearing at different locations. Everywhere he struck with his halberd, piles of bones accumulated as experts from the second wave met their demise at his hands. Purgatory relentlessly pursued the strongest expert from the Eastern Mountain Manor, using its purgatory flames to corner him, forcing him to evade desperately.

"IMPUDENT!" An explosive shout echoed from afar. Waves of experts from the Eastern Mountain Marquis Manor continued to rush toward the battlefield.

The Eastern Mountain Marquis, despite his doting on his idiotic son, was a marquis, and his strength was not to be underestimated.

In the Royal Sacred Region, strength was highly coveted. This truth held especially in the ancient Ye Country. Power was paramount, and without it, even those born into aristocracy would find themselves powerless and marginalized. In this world, strength was everything, and without it, dreams of wealth, fame, and prosperity would remain unattainable. Even those born into privilege would eventually lose everything without strength to defend it.

As an aristocrat, the Eastern Mountain Marquis naturally wielded significant power and authority. Even disregarding his status as a Celestial Phenomenon Ascendent, his manor boasted a multitude of formidable experts, as common as clouds in the sky.

In this very moment, yet another surge of experts burst forth from their ranks. Among them were individuals at the seventh and eighth levels of Heavenly Dipper, radiating overwhelming strength.

As these newcomers closed in, they instantly encircled Qin Wentian and the Purgatory Vermilion Bird. The oppressive aura they emitted bore down heavily on the duo. If it weren't for Qin Wentian and Mo Qingcheng's esteemed statuses, simply witnessing the lifeless forms of their comrades would have driven them to slay Qin Wentian without hesitation.

"Even if you are a member of the Battle Sword Sect, you'll pay dearly for the lives of so many from my Eastern Mountain Marquis Manor," declared one among them, his imposing presence impossible to ignore. This man happened to be the brother of the Eastern Mountain Marquis. His strength reached the eighth level of Heavenly Dipper, making him a force to be reckoned with. The sight of his numerous injured and fallen comrades had stoked his fury.

"Wow wow wow, look at all these people ganging up on my junior apprentice brother. Are you all trying to take advantage of the fact that the Battle Sword Sect has fewer members?" From a distance, a resounding voice thundered through the air. The tone of the voice cut like a sharpened blade, causing hearts to shudder. It was evident that the experts from the Battle Sword Sect had arrived.

Though their numbers were relatively small, roughly ten individuals, their presence weighed heavily on those from the Eastern Mountain Manor.

The Eastern Mountain Manor, despite its local power and aristocratic status in ancient Ye, was in a completely different league when compared to the nine great sects. Qin Wentian alone had already caused them significant trouble. Now, with the rest of the Battle Sword Sect arriving, the experts from the Eastern Mountain Manor hesitated to take any rash actions.

"You must be members of the Battle Sword Sect. However, the Royal Sacred Region has its rules to follow. So what if you're from the Battle Sword Sect? Don't overstep your bounds. This young man killed my nephew, his actions are impudent. He even killed a member of the royal capital's aristocracy. Does the Battle Sword Sect still wish to protect him?" The Eastern Mountain Marquis's brother spoke arrogantly, his powerful aura emanating dominance.

Duan Han, however, took a step forward, materializing behind the man with his sword already drawn. The blade was slender, exuding bone-chilling coldness. Its smooth surface bore a few dark streaks, evoking a sense of imminent danger.

"The Eastern Mountain Marquis's son disrespected the Holy Maiden with his words. Since my junior brother and the Holy Maiden were lovers, what's the issue with his actions? If anyone from the Eastern Mountain Manor dares to interfere, I will consider it support for Dongshan Jin's actions, making all of you guilty by association. Don't blame me if I have to annihilate your entire manor."

As Duan Han brandished his sword, an overwhelming murderous aura emanated from him. An oppressive sword-might bore down on the Eastern Mountain Manor's experts, causing even the strongest among them to tremble in the face of such terrifying pressure.

They recognized this man as Duan Han, the ninth personal disciple of Sword Sovereign Ling Tian. His words carried immense weight. It was no longer solely about avenging Dongshan Jin; interfering now meant being implicated in his actions.

"Such audacity! As expected of someone from the Battle Sword Sect. Despite having nine mountains, their disciples are truly united. Even though their numbers are the fewest among the nine great sects, their loyalty to one another is commendable." The spectators marveled at Duan Han's words. With just a sentence, he had shattered the previously domineering presence of the Eastern Mountain Manor's experts.

Dongshan Teng, Dongshan Jin's uncle, watched helplessly as his nephew's prospects dwindled. Yet in this tense moment, the coldness in Qin Wentian's eyes reached its zenith. He continued to advance, his unyielding killing intent undiminished. With Purgatory shielding him from the front and Mo Qingcheng by his side, they forcefully broke through the ranks of the Eastern Mountain Manor's experts. He was determined to see who would dare to block his path now.

"This land belongs to ancient Ye; how can we tolerate your arrogance?" Dongshan Teng roared, his voice resonating with righteous indignation. He stretched out his hand toward Qin Wentian, conjuring a colossal palm imprint that reverberated with thunderous echoes.

"DEATH!" Duan Han's voice was laced with terrifying murderous intent. His figure moved like a gust of wind, swift and unstoppable. With a swing of his obsidian sword, a black thread emerged, slicing through space as if it were mere paper.

Dongshan Teng's countenance shifted drastically as he felt darkness descend upon his vision, as though his eyes had been robbed of sight. He instinctively withdrew his hand, but it was already too late. A sharp sound sliced through the air as one of his arms was severed.

"YOU DARE?!" Dongshan Teng erupted in fury. Duan Han took another step forward, and darkness enveloped him, plunging Dongshan Teng into blindness. His eyes were open, yet he saw only darkness.

An ominous wind swept by, its presence utterly concealed. Dongshan Teng's face turned ashen, and in the next instant, a spray of blood arced through the air. Dongshan Teng's head was cleaved in two with a single stroke.

One swing of the sword, a life divided.

Elsewhere, the battle had already commenced, but most spectators couldn't tear their eyes away from Duan Han's sword. It was awe-inspiring, razor-sharp, overwhelmingly dominant, and utterly terrifying.

Duan Han had unleashed only two strikes. The first severed an arm, the second split his opponent's head apart.

"Junior brother, let's go," Duan Han said, turning his gaze toward Qin Wentian.

Qin Wentian nodded in response. The Purgatory Vermilion Bird led the way as they continued forward. Everywhere it passed, fresh blood sprayed into the air. Members of the Battle Sword Sect launched a ruthless massacre, their sword qi tearing through the entire space, leaving no room for resistance. Spectators trembled involuntarily, fear evident in their eyes. The conclusion was clear—the Eastern Mountain Marquis Manor was doomed.

The Battle Sword Sect didn't bother with negotiations; they swept through the Eastern Mountain Manor's experts with absolute dominance. No mercy was shown.

In the blink of an eye, the battlefield was cleared. This group then proceeded back to the royal palace, their killing intent undiminished. They were fully aware of the entire sequence of events.

Ye Kongfan was undoubtedly the mastermind. In that case, the Battle Sword Sect would demand answers from him. They cared not that Ye Kongfan was the Qi King's son, that this was his territory, or that he was a member of the Violet Thunder Sect. If they didn't exact vengeance, they would lose face as members of the Battle Sword Sect.

The crowd trembled in fear as they felt the murderous aura, but they still followed the Battle Sword Sect. They wanted to witness the conclusion of this matter.

From the distance, another overwhelming aura approached. This time, it belonged to a Celestial Phenomenon Realm expert. In an instant, a colossal constellation materialized in the sky.

"The Eastern Mountain Marquis has arrived," the crowd murmured. Yet the Battle Sword Sect pressed forward, paying no heed to the incoming presence.

In the palm of Qin Wentian's hand, a formidable umbrella materialized, crackling with potent lightning-attributed energy. The destructive aura emanating from it sent shivers down the spines of those who beheld it. This was none other than the fifth-ranked divine weapon he had acquired during the entrance test of the nine great sects back when he was still in Xuan King City. Originally belonging to a Violet Thunder Sect expert, it had found its way into Qin Wentian's possession.

Duan Han clenched his fists tightly, his expression icy as he fixated on the figure ahead with unrelenting killing intent. The Eastern Mountain Marquis himself had led his experts in this assault.

"MY SON!" The Eastern Mountain Marquis's voice reverberated with mindless rage. His icy gaze bore down upon them, his killing intent engulfing the heavens and earth. "Not only have you killed my son, but you've also slain members of my Eastern Mountain Manor. In that case, even if I must flee Ye and be pursued by the Battle Sword Sect, I WILL STILL KILL ALL OF YOU. You will all repent before me."

With those words, the Eastern Mountain Marquis charged forward. Qin Wentian's figure flickered, and the umbrella in his hand unleashed waves of destructive thunder. The Eastern Mountain Marquis bellowed in fury, raising his hands and swiftly cutting downward, causing the astral light from his constellation to descend. A massive blade formed from that light clashed with the bolts of destructive thunder, creating thunderous shockwaves that rocked the area.

Simultaneously, Duan Han issued a chilling command, "ATTACK!"

As his voice trailed off, the skies instantly darkened, and darkness shrouded the land. Members of the Battle Sword Sect moved forward together, slashing with their swords. Their combined sword intent converged around Duan Han, forming a formidable sword formation. Duan Han roared as he stepped forward, slashing with his sword. A white beam of light pierced through the darkness, allowing light to flood the area once more. In an instant, all that remained was the pale, fear-stricken face of the Eastern Mountain Marquis.

"Puchi!" The sword beam flashed, and the darkness vanished entirely. The Eastern Mountain Marquis's body had been cleanly severed in two. An existence at the Celestial Phenomena level had been slain instantly, with no opportunity to mount a defense.

Overwhelming. These Battle Sword Sect disciples were simply too dominant!