It was as if Xiao Mo had beco the master of this world.
He could appear anywhere he pleased. His figure, like a ghost or a phantom, was impossible to track.
Under Wangxin’s gaze, the Cultivators in the sky exploded one after another, turning into clouds of scarlet mist like brilliant fireworks.
In Xiao Mo’s hands, their lives were as fragile as grass, snuffed out at will. Even their struggles seed futile.
anwhile, the Blood Evil Qi coiling around Xiao Mo grew ever thicker, and his eyes turned a deeper shade of red.
BOOM!
With a dull thud, the long blade in Xiao Mo’s hand shattered a Magical Artifact and plunged straight into a Peak Master’s chest, then lifted him high into the air.
A Jade Token hung from the man’s waist, clearly engraved with the words "Hundred Ghosts Peak Master".
Xiao Mo stared at him, his tone unnervingly calm. "Do you know Qian Zhenhao?"
The Hundred Ghosts Peak Master coughed violently, blood gushing from his mouth. "COUGH... I do. He is my disciple... Did he offend you, Your Excellency? Rest assured, Your Excellency... I will make him wish he were dead... I only beg you to spare my life."
Xiao Mo ignored his pleas and simply continued asking:
"Then do you know a man nad ’Tang Kuang’?"
"Tang Kuang?" The Hundred Ghosts Peak Master fought against the agonizing pain of the Blood Evil corrupting his organs, thinking with great difficulty. "Tang Kuang... who’s that?"
"A simple, honest, ordinary man. He was my third brother."
Before Xiao Mo’s voice had even faded, he flicked his long blade upward. In an instant, the man exploded into a cloud of blood mist and vanished into the air.
Xiao Mo then turned to look at the Wangchuan Sect disciples, who were pinned to the ground by the Blood Evil Qi, unable to move. There was not the slightest ripple of emotion in his eyes.
He swung his blade again. A biting wave of Blood Evil Qi washed over their bodies, and in a flash, all of their Cultivation was destroyed.
Afterward, Xiao Mo picked up the Wangchuan Sect Leader’s Jade Token. After interrogating two Cultivators, he learned the location of the dungeon.
He forced all the Cultivators to gather on the plain outside the dungeon. Using the Token, he opened the dungeon’s main gate and, with a single slash, severed the chains on all the cages.
The ordinary people who had been imprisoned for so long were at first filled with shock and suspicion. No one dared to move.
They didn’t know what was happening outside.
Until the first person summoned their courage and staggered out.
Then a second, and a third...
More and more people followed.
An hour later, when they had all escaped the dungeon and stood on the plain, they looked up.
What they saw was a land crisscrossed with fissures, mountains split asunder, houses collapsed into ruins, and in the distance, the figure of a man...
Just then, Xiao Mo swung his blade again.
In that instant, wails of agony erupted. The tendons in the Wangchuan Sect disciples’ arms were all severed, and their legs were locked to the ground by the Evil Qi, rendering them unable to move a single step.
Xiao Mo’s voice penetrated the ears of every ordinary person:
"The Wangchuan Sect is no more. If you have a grudge, now is the ti for revenge."
At first, they just looked at each other. No one dared to move, and no one dared to believe it. Years of oppression and fear had frozen them in place.
But in the next mont, a young girl in tattered clothes stepped out from the crowd, trembling.
She picked up a longsword that had been dropped on the ground, gripped it with both hands, and suddenly let out a heart-wrenching cry as she lunged, plunging it into the chest of a Wangchuan Sect disciple—
"Give back my little brother! Give back my mother! Give back my innocence!!!"
She scread and cried as she stabbed him frantically.
Blood splattered onto her face and clothes.
The disciple quickly breathed his last.
But she didn’t stop. One thrust, then another, as if trying to vent all her hatred.
More and more people began picking up the scattered weapons on the ground and rushing toward the Cultivators who had once oppressed and tortured them.
Those without weapons picked up stones and smashed them down with all their might.
When even the stones were gone, they pounced on them, biting with their teeth and tearing with their hands.
So, having avenged their deep-seated hatred, fell to their knees and wailed.
Others laughed maniacally, their laughter echoing endlessly across the plain.
Gradually, the entire plain was soaked in blood. As far as the eye could see, not a single Wangchuan Sect Cultivator remained alive.
Wangxin stared blankly at the scene before her. Her eyes trembled, and her small hands clutched the fabric over her heart as an indescribable emotion spread through the young girl’s chest.
The plain before her was like a scene from Purgatory.
Holding his blood-soaked Spirit-Collecting Blade, Xiao Mo walked step-by-step until he stood before Wangxin. His voice, like a sharp blade, pierced through the thick stench of blood:
"You of the Buddhist School speak of rcy, but who showed them any rcy?"
With that said, Xiao Mo brushed past her, his words lingering by the young girl’s ear:
"Go back to your Buddhist Temple and chant your scriptures.
If you follow again, you’ll be the next one I cut down."
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