Chapter 335: Chapter 331: Ruthless Methods, No Mercy
The Blood Sword Sect, currently one of the Six Sects of Cyan Cloud.
At this moment, Chen Wu, the Sect Leader of the Blood Sword Sect, sat in the main seat of the assembly hall, his expression grave.
Below him, the various Elders were seated in order, and the atmosphere in the entire assembly hall was tense.
"Have you found out? What important figure from Qing Province is coming to Cyan Cloud Country?"
Chen Wu looked at the people below him and asked.
A piece of news had recently arrived from Qing Province, stating that an incredibly distinguished figure would soon descend upon Cyan Cloud Country. The matter had already caused quite a stir.
However, no one yet knew who this important figure was.
"Reporting to the Sect Leader, we’ve investigated thoroughly. The great personage arriving in Cyan Cloud Country is very likely the Master of the Myriad Swords Sect, who dominated Qing Province not long ago!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the entire hall fell silent.
Myriad Swords Sect. In recent times, this name was renowned enough to shake the heavens. They had crushed the Star Sword Sect, and even the Top Grade Sect, the Evil Spirit Sect, was destroyed because of them. How could the Blood Sword Sect not know of such a terrifyingly powerful Sect?
"Is this true? Why would the Myriad Swords Sect come to a small place like Cyan Cloud Country?"
"If we could take this opportunity to build a connection with the Myriad Swords Sect, wouldn’t our Blood Sword Sect soar to new heights?"
The crowd’s minds began to race. The Blood Sword Sect was merely a Low Grade Small Sect, with only a single Sect Leader at the Divinity Transformation Realm. In a small country like Cyan Cloud Country, they could rule the roost, but in the context of the entire Qing Province, they were nothing more than a third-rate sect.
Compared to a behemoth like the Myriad Swords Sect, the Blood Sword Sect was no more than an ant.
"It’s just... it’s just..."
The Elder who had just spoken was stammering.
"Elder Yu, what’s wrong?"
Chen Wu frowned, noticing that Elder Yu’s expression was very strange.
Elder Yu’s face was pale, his forehead already covered in a layer of cold sweat. "Rumor has it that the Master of the Myriad Swords Sect... is named Ning Jiang!"
"Ning Jiang? That name sounds familiar. Where have I heard it before?" someone asked, puzzled.
"I remember now! Doesn’t Cyan Cloud Country have a Young Master Wushuang who’s also named Ning Jiang?"
Hearing this, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.
"It can’t be such a coincidence, can it? Qing Province is huge; it must just be someone with the same name. After all, how can a mere nobody from Cyan Cloud Country compare to the great Master of the Myriad Swords Sect?"
Someone said with a laugh.
But Elder Yu’s face only grew paler, and his voice began to tremble. "They say the Master of the Myriad Swords Sect is a young man with a full head of white hair, which is a near-perfect match for the description of Young Master Wushuang in Cyan Cloud Country. What’s more, Young Master Wushuang left Cyan Cloud Country two years ago, and the Master of the Myriad Swords Sect also began to make a name for himself in Qing Province... two years ago!"
When these words fell, the smiles vanished from everyone’s faces.
A great sense of unease grew in everyone’s heart.
Just a shared name could be called a coincidence. But when one thing after another lines up perfectly, is it still a coincidence?
"Damn it! Chen Hao just took some men to the Demon Mist Mountain Range! Aren’t the people in the Demon Mist Mountain Range connected to Young Master Wushuang? Quickly, call him back!"
Chen Wu suddenly remembered this and cried out in alarm.
"There’s no need. They’re not coming back."
A faint, chilling voice drifted in from the doorway.
Everyone looked over to see a white-robed, white-haired youth walk in. His hands were clasped behind his back, and his pupils were as deep as dark springs.
"Hmph? Who are you? You dare trespass here? You’re courting death."
An Elder immediately stepped forward, charged toward Ning Jiang, and unleashed an attack, his Spirit Realm aura flaring.
"Stop! Now!"
Elder Yu cried out in alarm. The moment he saw Ning Jiang’s full head of white hair, he had a bad feeling.
But his warning came too late.
The Elder had just charged within thirty feet of Ning Jiang when his body abruptly froze. The next moment, his head exploded like a water balloon, turning to dust with a soft POP.
The scene left everyone present aghast.
"W-who are you?" the Blood Sword Sect’s Sect Leader, Chen Wu, stammered. In that instant, an immense wave of Spiritual Power had erupted from Ning Jiang.
The power was so immense that it made him feel like an ant facing the ocean.
"Don’t you already have the answer in your heart?" A smirk played on Ning Jiang’s lips.
"Ning... Ning Jiang?"
Chen Wu’s face was utterly drained of color.
The moment that name was spoken, the entire assembly hall fell deathly silent once more.
The remaining Elders were all stunned, staring at Ning Jiang in utter shock.
In Cyan Cloud Country, the name Ning Jiang meant little to them. But when you added the terrifying title "Master of the Myriad Swords Sect" after it, the meaning was entirely different.
"Ning Jiang—no, Sect Leader Ning, this is all a misunderstanding! The Blood Sword Sect had no idea that Cyan Cloud Country was connected to you! I..."
"You refused the path to heaven and instead broke down the gates of Hell."
Ning Jiang’s voice was faint. As he spoke, he flicked his finger.
SHIIING.
A beam of sword light shot out.
It was a strand of Sword Qi he had condensed from the Spiritual Qi in his body. Under the control of his Divine Sense, the Sword Qi shot out, instantly slicing across Chen Wu’s neck. It then swept horizontally through the air, flashing past the other Elders of the Blood Sword Sect.
CRACK.
Blood sprayed into the air as everyone’s heads hit the floor.
With a mere flick of his finger, Ning Jiang had wiped out the entire upper echelon of the Blood Sword Sect.
And this was only the beginning.
"Go."
Ning Jiang flicked his fingers repeatedly, sending out streams of Sword Qi. His Divine Sense enveloped the entire Blood Sword Sect, and under his control, the Sword Qi began a great slaughter.
"Look."
Outside the Blood Sword Sect, a crowd of Martial Artists had long since gathered. When they saw Ning Jiang step into the sect, they knew something big was about to happen.
"AHHH..."
Bloodcurdling screams echoed from within the Blood Sword Sect, spreading in all directions.
"He is still himself, peerless under the heavens! The Blood Sword Sect is finished."
Someone said, their voice trembling.
Some were even reminded of a similar massacre in Luoyang City over two years ago. That time, after Ning Jiang emerged from seclusion, he had crushed several second-tier families overnight, annihilating over a hundred Innate Realm masters.
On that day, heads rolled all over Luoyang City. Even today, many could not forget the shock of that moment.
Not long after, a white-haired figure soared into the sky and vanished from the Blood Sword Sect.
"We respectfully see you off, Young Master Wushuang!"
The crowd of Martial Artists cupped their fists and bowed as one.
"Next is the Yang Flame Sect."
The Yang Flame Sect, one of the Six Great Sects of Cyan Cloud, had also frequently suppressed the forces Ning Jiang had left behind.
However, compared to the Blood Sword Sect, Ning Jiang wouldn’t go so far as to annihilate them. He had wiped out the Blood Sword Sect because Chen Hao dared to have designs on Ning Yu’an. That was touching his reverse scale—they deserved to die a thousand deaths!
「Half an hour later.」
Within the Yang Flame Sect, Ning Jiang transformed into a streak of sword light and departed.
A chorus of wails and cries erupted from within.
Ning Jiang had slaughtered every single Spirit Realm master in the Yang Flame Sect.
「Another hour later.」
The Golden Light Sect, another of the Six Sects of Qing Province, also had all its Spirit Realm experts slain by Ning Jiang. Their Sect Leader wept and kowtowed, begging for mercy, but was still mercilessly obliterated by Ning Jiang.
When a Venerable kills, there is no mercy!