He slashed out with his sword.
In an instant, Yang Xiao's Sword Stance enveloped everyone from the Sword Casting Sect within a hundred zhang, including the Red-haired Ancestor.
Every single one of them felt a terrifying killing intent.
And the stench of death.
After a re mont of hesitation,
all but a few made the sa choice.
Flee.
Dodge.
They had to avoid being struck by the Sword Qi from this attack.
Unfortunately, it was too late.
The Bloodthirsty Sword's second characteristic.
Vibration.
It used its wielder as the source of the vibration. The resulting attack wasn't so much Sword Qi as it was a Sword Wave.
And this Sword Wave contained the full force of Yang Xiao's entire being.
It was incomparably terrifying.
All that could be seen were...
Terrifying Sword Waves erupting from the blade.
Wave after wave was continuously unleashed.
And their speed was blindingly fast.
Those who fled, those who dodged...
And those who foolishly tried to face it head-on...
In an instant, they were all struck by the Sword Waves.
Once struck,
the terrifying vibrations began to destroy everything.
Flesh and blood.
Their clothes, their weapons.
Even their very souls.
Before this single strike,
they were vibrated into dust.
Turned into fine powder!
So could even see their own bodies continuously dissipating.
Disappearing.
Horror.
Fear.
Panic.
All sorts of emotions flooded their hearts.
But at this mont, ti seed to stand still.
They wanted to scream.
They couldn't make a sound.
They wanted to run.
But it was as if they couldn't even lift their feet.
Annihilated.
The result?
In the blink of an eye,
the Sword Casting Sect had lost several dozen more people.
Coupled with the previous losses,
the number of people who had died at Yang Xiao's hands now exceeded one hundred.
And these hundred people,
every one of them was above the rank of Martial Grandmaster.
He had almost wiped out the entire force stationed at the Sword Casting Sect.
The remaining few, those lucky enough to survive,
were only barely hanging on.
Even the most powerful of them, the Red-haired Ancestor—a Peak Tier Three Martial Saint Level expert—looked utterly wretched, his expression ghastly.
Because his right arm was gone.
Just now, trying to resist the incoming Sword Wave,
he had subconsciously used his hand to block.
As a result,
his arm was vibrated to dust.
If he hadn't made a split-second decision to escape a hundred zhang away,
he would probably be dead now.
The others were the sa.
They had all barely survived by fleeing more than a hundred zhang away.
Their cultivation,
was also among the highest.
A few of them were even Half-Step Martial Saints.
They held high and powerful positions.
They were the Sect's reigning Great Elders or its Supre Elders.
But now,
they were like dogs,
crawling on the ground,
grateful to have escaped with their lives.
But when they saw Yang Xiao slowly walking toward them,
the relief in their hearts
imdiately vanished like smoke.
They were filled with an incomparable panic.
They wanted to run,
but they had no strength left.
At once, every single one of them was filled with imnse regret.
'Why.'
'Why did we have to provoke an existence like this?'
'This... this is simply a Demon!'
'An unstoppable Demon.'
Even Fang Aohan's father,
the Sect Leader of the Sword Casting Sect,
was filled with an inexplicable mixture of emotions.
On one hand, he hated Yang Xiao for killing his son.
On the other, he hated that foolish boy for provoking such a formidable enemy.
His feelings were extrely complex.
The only one left with any fighting strength
was the Red-haired Ancestor.
Although he had lost his right arm, he was still a Martial Saint. If he unleashed his full combat power, he could still reach over eighty percent of his usual strength.
But even so,
what could he do?
'Forget eighty percent of my strength; even at my peak,' the Red-haired Ancestor thought, 'I wouldn't necessarily be Yang Xiao's match.'
'His Swordsmanship...'
'...is too terrifying.'
'But what's even more terrifying is his heart.'
'It's as hard as iron.'
'Over a hundred people...'
'He killed them just like that.'
This sent a chill down the Red-haired Ancestor's spine.
'There's no way out.'
He couldn't help but think back to three hundred years ago.
That person...
was just like this.
'Could it be...'
Suddenly, an idea seed to strike him, and he began to scrutinize Yang Xiao carefully.
The blood-colored longsword.
The cold smile.
The sa handso face.
And the young age.
A terrifying guess appeared in his mind, and his expression changed dramatically.
"So, so you're his inheritor... No wonder, no wonder..."
The Red-haired Ancestor seed to have lost his wits,
muttering as he stared at Yang Xiao.
This, however, made Yang Xiao frown.
'What is this guy talking about?'
'Does he really think I'll let him go if he plays crazy and acts dumb?'
"Haha, this is karmic retribution, true retribution! Back then, if our Sword Casting Sect hadn't forged that Evil Sword for him, how could this disaster have befallen us today?"
"The Sword Casting Sect brought all of this upon itself. Kid, if you want to kill, then kill! But you won't be smug for long. An Evil Sword Inheritor? Hmph, the Pure Yang Ancestor was able to destroy him back then, and he can destroy you today."
"And I have already notified the Pure Yang Ancestor."
"Haha!"
The Red-haired Ancestor burst into loud laughter.
His eyes, as he looked at Yang Xiao, were filled with mockery.
It was as if in the next mont, Yang Xiao would die on the spot, just as he had predicted.
Unfortunately,
Yang Xiao's expression didn't flicker in the slightest.
He rely furrowed his brow slightly.
He didn't look the least bit afraid.
This greatly disappointed the Red-haired Ancestor.
He had originally thought
that after he made his threat, the man who had killed over a hundred of his Sword Casting Sect mbers would be panic-stricken.
But now, it seed he wasn't afraid at all.
'Could it be? Does he have so kind of backing?'
"Impossible! The Pure Yang Ancestor is an invincible existence in the Celestial Cloud Region. Even if he's currently injured and hasn't fully recovered, he's not soone just anyone can provoke. As long as the ancestor of the Profound Celestial Sect doesn't act, he's still invincible. Even if the Profound Celestial Sect's ancestor did act, he's still favored to win six or seven tis out of ten. If it weren't for the Pure Yang Sword Sect having no worthy successors, the Profound Celestial Sect's rising power, and the matter with the Northern Wilderness Sword Mansion, how would our Sword Casting Sect have dared to betray them?"
"What right does this kid have to oppose the Pure Yang Ancestor?"
"He must be pretending to be calm."
"He's bluffing."
"That must be it!"
At this mont, the Red-haired Ancestor was on the verge of madness.
He refused to believe that Yang Xiao wasn't afraid.
But Yang Xiao's next words nearly made him collapse.
"Evil Sword Inheritor? Is that supposed to be impressive? Why does every single one of you think that's what I am? Besides, whether I am or not, and whether that Pure Yang Ancestor cos to kill or not, your Sword Casting Sect is destined not to see it."
"Finally, let tell you a secret. I forged this sword myself. It's not so Evil Sword. Its na is Bloodthirsty, and it's a Spirit Weapon. Do you understand what a Spirit Weapon is? Never mind, you wouldn't understand even if I told you. With your limited knowledge, how could you possibly comprehend the advantages of a Spirit Weapon?"
Yang Xiao chuckled.
He raised his hand and slashed again,
intent on slaying all the remaining mbers of the Sword Casting Sect.
But just then,
a terrifying aura surged from the distance,
accompanied by a furious roar: "Stop!"
When that roar echoed out,
the remaining mbers of the Sword Casting Sect all showed expressions of joy.
They were all high-ranking mbers of the Sword Casting Sect. How could they not know who that voice belonged to?
"We're saved!"
"That's right, the Pure Yang Ancestor has co in person! This kid is dead, whether he's the Evil Sword Inheritor or not."
Even the Red-haired Ancestor now wore a mocking expression.
He looked at Yang Xiao,
as if certain he wouldn't dare follow through with his attack.
"So, all that nonsense you were spouting earlier, acting all crazy—you were just stalling for ti! That really doesn't suit soone of your status."
"So what? What are a few little tricks to stay alive? Or are you saying you dare to attack right in front of the Pure Yang Ancestor?"
The Red-haired Ancestor's face was full of contempt.
Unfortunately for him,
he had guessed wrong again.
Because this ti, Yang Xiao didn't speak.
He let his actions speak for him.
His sword
fell.
It was Vibration again!
The terrifying Sword Wave descended.
The Red-haired Ancestor's face instantly twisted in terror.
He wanted to flee,
but he found
that Yang Xiao was too close.
There was no escape.
He could only watch helplessly as the sword
ca down.
The Sword Wave swept past.
The remaining experts of the Sword Casting Sect,
including the Red-haired Ancestor,
in an instant,
were all annihilated.
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