Chapter 105 The Destruction of the Thousand Cypress Trees in the City of Slaughter?! The End of the Haotian Sect!
Qian Daobai walked forward slowly, his leather boots rustling as they stepped on the fallen leaves.
Every step felt like it was stepping on Tang Xiao's heart, making him feel suffocated.
"it's over."
Qian Daobai walked up to him, looked down at him, and spoke in a cold tone.
Tang Xiao struggled, trying to stand up and fight again.
However, the meridians in his body had already been shattered inch by inch by the backlash, and even moving a finger had become a luxury.
He could only watch helplessly as the golden longsword grew larger and larger in his pupils.
"Pfft—!"
The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh was clearly audible.
The Demon-Slaying Sword pierced Tang Xiao's heart without any hindrance.
Tang Xiao's body suddenly stiffened.
He looked down at the sword tip that had pierced his chest, his eyes filled with confusion and resentment.
I... am I going to die?
Is the Haotian Sect... about to be finished?
My brother's revenge is still unavenged...
Endless regret and despair overwhelmed his last shred of consciousness.
His head drooped limply, completely lifeless.
Qian Daobai expressionlessly drew his longsword, letting Tang Xiao's corpse fall limply to the ground.
All around was deathly silent.
Those Haotian Sect disciples who had barely recovered from the shock to their souls were stunned by what they saw and stood there dumbfounded.
The sect leader... is dead?
The sect leader, who was as powerful as a god in their hearts, just like that... died?!
Fear, like a plague, spread among the people.
Some people's legs buckled and they collapsed to the ground.
Some people instinctively backed away, wanting to escape this demon that terrified them.
Qian Daobai's gaze slowly swept over everyone present.
His gaze was calm, yet everyone who met his eyes felt a chill that seeped into their bones.
"Since you're all here, you might as well stay here."
He spoke calmly, as if stating a perfectly ordinary fact.
The moment he finished speaking, a powerful and vast aura erupted from his body!
That aura, solid as a substance, transformed into an invisible shockwave that swept outwards in all directions!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The weaker Haotian Sect disciples didn't even have time to scream before their bodies exploded into clouds of blood mist under this terrifying pressure!
The others were also stunned by this power and could not move, and could only watch helplessly as death came.
Qian Daobai slowly raised the Demon-Slaying Sword in his hand.
This time, he did not use any swordsmanship.
It was just... a casual wave.
A crescent-shaped golden sword aura detached from the sword, swelled in the wind, and transformed into a hundred-meter-long blade of death light, sweeping across with unparalleled force!
"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"
Wherever the sword energy passed, whether it was a person or a tree, everything was cleaved in two.
The severed limbs shot skyward.
Warm blood, like a fountain, completely dyed this wild forest a shocking crimson.
In an instant, dozens of elite disciples of the Haotian Sect fell to the ground.
The wailing stopped abruptly.
The whole world seemed to have fallen silent.
All that remained was the rustling of the wind through the leaves and... the sound of blood dripping.
Qian Daobai stood amidst the corpses and pools of blood, his expression as calm as ever.
He took out a clean white silk handkerchief from his bosom and slowly wiped away a drop of blood that had accidentally splashed onto the sword.
It was as if what he had just done was not a massacre, but merely trimming the weeds in the yard.
However, right at the edge of the sweeping sword energy.
"Run!"
At the last moment, several senior elders of the Haotian Sect used their own bodies as shields to protect the two young disciples.
As the sword energy swept across, the bodies of several elders were instantly torn apart.
But they risked their lives to buy a chance for the two people behind them to survive.
Tang Long and Tang Hu were Tang Xiao's two personal disciples.
They were also severely injured by the aftershocks of the sword energy, but they managed to survive.
Looking at the hellish scene before them, and at the corpses of their fellow disciples, their eyes were filled with bloodshot veins and endless hatred.
But they knew that staying here meant certain death.
"Walk!"
Tang Long grabbed the nearly collapsing Tang Hu, and enduring the excruciating pain of his severed arm, he fled frantically out of the forest without looking back.
Qian Daobai seemed to have noticed their escape, but did not give chase.
In his view, these two ants could not cause any trouble.
They didn't know how long they had been running, until they could no longer feel that suffocating atmosphere. Tang Long and Tang Hu collapsed into a bush, panting heavily.
"Big brother...where...where do we go now?"
Tang Hu's voice was filled with confusion and despair.
The sect leader is dead, the elders are dead, and the fellow disciples... are all dead too.
The Haotian Sect is finished.
A struggle flashed in Tang Long's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a crazy determination.
He gritted his teeth and said, word by word.
"Go to... the City of Slaughter!"
Tang Hu was taken aback upon hearing this.
"The City of Slaughter?"
"right!"
Tang Long's breathing became rapid, and a final flame of hope ignited in his eyes.
According to the sect's ancient records, our ancestor, Tang Chen, the King of Slaughter, did not truly die; he merely slept in the heart of the Slaughter City!
"No matter how strong Qian Daobai is, can he be stronger than our ancestor who has already become a god?"
"As long as we can awaken our ancestor, as long as he's willing to help..."
"We, the Haotian Sect, will definitely... will avenge our great grudge!"
The strong stench of blood could still be faintly smelled even dozens of miles outside the forest.
Qian Daobai sheathed his sword and turned around.
He slowly stepped out of this blood-soaked battlefield, behind him lay severed limbs and heads with unseeing eyes.
Throughout the entire process, his clothes remained spotless.
...
The Martial Soul Empire, the Imperial Palace, the Imperial Study.
"..."
Qian Renxue, dressed in a light gold imperial robe with dragon patterns, sat upright, reviewing a mountain of memorials.
She had just ascended the throne, and everything needed to be rebuilt. Whether it was winning back the hearts of the old officials or implementing the new policies of the Spirit Hall, it required her to devote a great deal of energy.
Suddenly, as if sensing something, she paused slightly with the vermilion brush in her hand.
She looked up at the doorway to the study.
A familiar figure appeared there silently, as if he had always been standing there.
"Master."
The majesty and weariness in Qian Renxue's eyes vanished instantly, replaced by heartfelt joy and affection.
She immediately put down everything she was holding and stood up to greet him.
Qian Daobai entered the imperial study, his gaze sweeping over the memorials she was reviewing, and he nodded slightly.
(End of chapter)