CHAPTER 58: CHAPTER 58: BROTHER OF DESTRUCTION UNLEASHED

A week had quietly passed.

The air around the Gravitational Training Chamber shimmered faintly, as though ripples of invisible force still lingered in the atmosphere. The enormous stone gate, carved with ancient runes and glowing faintly with suppressed energy, slowly creaked open. A pressure like a tidal wave swept out, making the ground beneath Su Quan and Muo Qian tremble. They stood waiting, their eyes fixed with both anticipation and awe.

From the chamber’s glowing entrance, two exhausted yet imposing figures emerged.

Shaurya, who had just appeared near Muo Qian and Su Quan with Lin Shu by his side, looked upon them with a bright smile, curiosity flickering in his eyes like the morning sun.

The two figures stepped fully into the light—Wang Tian and Luo Chen. Their appearances bore testimony to the week of hellish training. Their upper robes were torn and clung to their sweat-drenched bodies. Steam rose from their skin under the faint glow of the chamber’s aura. Their breathing was heavy, ragged, yet steady, while faint injuries marred their arms and torsos. The sight of their carved eight-pack abs, hardened biceps, and thick triceps glistened with sweat, marked by fresh scars that traced the relentless discipline and punishment they had endured inside the chamber.

Their auras felt sharper, more refined, as though the gravitational torture had polished their spirits into steel.

Shaurya clapped lightly, his voice carrying warmth and pride.

"Seems like you both really done too much intense training. Good. Very good. I hope it’s enough."

Wang Tian and Luo Chen exchanged a glance before descending to land firmly in front of their master. Dust rose from the ground as their feet touched down. Both bowed deeply and greeted him with disciplined reverence.

Shaurya’s eyes softened slightly.

"Go wash up yourself and take the healing pill to heal yourself."

They both nodded firmly, their loyalty absolute, before rising into the air and flying away toward the inner halls of the sect.

Shaurya then turned his gaze toward Muo Qian, his expression sharpening with intent.

"Are you ready to take your revenge?"

Muo Qian immediately bowed, her voice trembling with restrained emotion.

"Yes Master."

Shaurya stepped forward, his robe swaying with each measured step, his aura calm yet resolute.

"Wang Tian and Luo Chen decide to fought alone so we are not taking whole sect." He suddenly stopped mid-stride, turning sharply toward the disciples and elders who had assembled in the sect courtyard. His eyes gleamed with authority as his voice rolled like thunder.

"With me. Lin Shu, Elder Liya, Xiao Rui, Lee Bie, Cheng Fang, Zong Bu, Su Quan and Muo Qian will go."

From the swirling clouds above, the shadow of a grand vessel began to descend. Its massive black form shimmered in the sunlight as the Dark Pearl—a floating warship infused with ancient runes—emerged majestically. Its surface pulsed with streams of dark energy like veins of obsidian lightning.

A faint smile lifted Shaurya’s lips.

"Others practice hard without any delay."

The disciples and elders in the courtyard bowed deeply, their voices rising in perfect unison.

"Yes Master!"

Shaurya ascended gracefully toward the Dark Pearl. His chosen members followed closely behind, stepping onto the vessel’s smooth black deck. Xiao Rui and his group were bubbling with excitement as always, whispering among themselves with grins. Su Quan and Muo Qian stood together, speaking in low tones, while Elder Liya accompanied them, offering gentle guidance like a wise guardian. Lin Shu silently remained by Shaurya’s side, his calm eyes watching the horizon.

Just as the Dark Pearl’s aura began to hum in preparation, footsteps echoed against its polished deck.

"Sorry for the delay."

Wang Tian and Luo Chen appeared, now fully healed and clothed in fresh robes, their weapons secured at their sides. Their spirits radiated confidence and sharpness, as if reborn from the crucible of training.

Shaurya nodded in approval.

"Very well. Now everyone is here then let’s go."

He raised his hand slightly, and the Dark Pearl answered instantly. Its colossal body trembled before shooting upward, piercing through the clouds with a velocity that defied imagination. Faster than any mortal plane, it carved a blazing path through the skies, leaving streams of black light trailing behind.

At the forefront of the vessel stood Shaurya, his hands casually tucked in his pockets, his robe and long hair dancing freely in the rushing wind. A bright smile curved across his face, unshaken and unbothered by the storm-like speed.

Wang Tian leaned against the ship’s dark walls, arms crossed, his eyes closed, conserving his energy in meditation-like stillness. Beside him, Luo Chen sat cross-legged, already meditating, his breath synchronized with his inner cultivation. Xiao Rui and his companions clung to the ship’s railings, their laughter mixing with nervous shouts as they tried to maintain balance. Lin Shu stood calmly at the front, arms folded, watching the endless expanse of sky with a faint smile. Elder Liya continued speaking with Muo Qian and Su Quan, her tone patient, guiding, as though teaching them not just for the mission, but for their futures as cultivators.

The scene shifted.

Beneath the descending shadows of the clouds, a sprawling city revealed itself. Its towering gate was carved with ancient characters, glowing faintly under the moon’s reflection. The words read clearly—Moon Bright City.

Slightly to the east of the city, a vast land stretched out like a kingdom of stone and forest. Dense woods and jagged mountain peaks surrounded an expanse that seemed to devour the horizon. Upon this land stood a fortress of cultivation—Cloud Spring Sect.

It was massive, easily twice the size of the Sanatan Flame Sect. Dozens of colossal red and purple buildings rose like towers, their spires piercing the heavens. The sect pulsed with an aura of arrogance and hidden strength.

The Dark Pearl burst forth from the veil of clouds, casting its shadow upon the land below. Shaurya’s eyes widened slightly in awe.

"I didn’t expect this sect to be this big."

Xiao Rui smirked, his expression mischievous.

"It’s bigger than our sect. But still it’s too weak against us."

Wang Tian and Luo Chen exchanged glances, their hands instinctively gripping their sword hilts. Both were prepared to leap down into battle, but before they could act, Shaurya lifted his hand calmly.

"Stop. We are going to destroy this sect. So let’s just first warn them."

His lips curled into a smile. He raised his hand toward the massive sect, and the Dark Pearl instantly surged forward, gliding like a predator through the skies.

Down below, disciples in red and black robes wandered through the courtyards of the Cloud Spring Sect. The sudden thunderous shadow of the Dark Pearl falling over them made their eyes widen in shock. Cries of alarm echoed as they raised their gazes toward the monstrous vessel hovering above.

The Dark Pearl descended, stopping directly in front of the sect’s main hall.

Shaurya tilted his head, his voice carrying a mocking edge.

"It’s bigger than our sect hall but it’s not impressive."

He raised his finger, golden spiritual energy gathering at its tip like a concentrated star.

"Let’s give them notice."

With a flick, the energy shot forth. A golden streak carved through the air before colliding violently with the main hall.

Boom!

The hall’s walls shattered into fragments, stone and dust erupting in waves. The ground trembled as smoke billowed upward.

From within the collapsing hall, five old figures emerged. Three of them were towering and muscular, their veins pulsing with raw energy. One appeared fragile, his eyes sunken yet sharp, and the last was so ancient that he leaned heavily on a stick.

From behind them came another figure—enormous, towering nearly seven feet tall. His muscles bulged like stone, black hair flowing like a mane, his green pupils glowing with fury. His presence was suffocating. He was none other than the Sect Leader of Cloud Spring Sect—Muo Yuan.

His roar shook the heavens.

"Who dare to attack my sect!"

Shaurya stood tall at the forefront of the Dark Pearl, his arms wide in a commanding T-pose. His voice resounded like a proclamation to the world.

"I am sect leader of Sanatan Flame Sect. Shaurya the great."

Behind him, his sect members struck cool poses of their own, their confidence blazing.

The eyes of the Cloud Spring Sect elders widened in shock.

Muo Yuan roared again, spittle flying from his lips.

"Sanatan Flame Sect. Aren’t your sect accept that Muo Qian as a disciple. I am thinking to attack at you. But you had come in the mouth of death on your own."

Shaurya’s laughter rang out, unshaken and mocking.

"If the mouth of death is ugly and stingy like you then sorry. I refused to die."

His sect members burst into laughter, their voices echoing boldly across the battlefield.

Muo Yuan’s aura erupted like wildfire, red flames twisting around his colossal frame.

"How dare you. I will make you regret. Don’t think you had killed the royal family so you can scare me. Everyone get ready!"

The Cloud Spring Sect disciples gathered like a tide, swarming around the Dark Pearl, weapons drawn, their cries filling the air with killing intent.

Shaurya stepped down from the Dark Pearl, his boots touching the ground with unshakable composure. He turned toward his disciples, his voice calm yet edged with deadly command.

"Brothers of destruction. Leave no one alive."

Wang Tian and Luo Chen laughed maniacally as they leapt from the Dark Pearl. Their devilish smiles gleamed like blades as their bodies crashed into the ground, the impact breaking stone and leaving deep footprints behind.

Shaurya’s voice cut through the battlefield like lightning.

"These two are my strongest disciple. They are going to face your whole sect and you. If you succeed in killing them I will agree to your all conditions."

Muo Yuan sneered, his teeth grinding.

"Oh you really underestimated yourself." He raised his hand toward Wang Tian and Luo Chen, his voice thundering.

"Kill both of them. And you will get generous rewards!"

A roar erupted as disciples charged forward, weapons raised, their bloodlust unleashed.

Wang Tian and Luo Chen laughed, their auras erupting. Wang Tian’s aura burned with a deep, violent purple flame, while Luo Chen’s radiated a fierce, icy-blue brilliance. Their combined presence created a storm of energy that pressed down on the battlefield.

Disciples landed on the ground, encircling them like wolves closing in on prey.

Wang Tian and Luo Chen exchanged a glance, their smiles unwavering.

"Like the old rules," Wang Tian said.

"This time I will definitely won," Luo Chen replied coldly.

Both swung their swords with graceful, deadly style before charging into the crowd.

The disciples lunged to meet them, but the two cut through their ranks like scythes through grass.

Swoosh!

Blood rippled through the air. With swift, merciless strikes, their blades danced like phantoms. Their movements were so fast, so precise, it appeared as though countless swords were being swung at once. Screams filled the battlefield as disciples fell in heaps, blood raining like crimson mist.

From the main hall, Muo Yuan and the elders watched in shock. Their eyes widened at the devastation.

The oldest elder coughed violently, his face paling.

"Sect Master, they are not looking easy."

Muo Yuan clenched his fists, rage shaking his frame.

"I want them dead. No matters what. Elders—even if you have to steps in. Then go!"

The elders nodded, their expressions grim, before releasing their overwhelming auras and descending toward the battlefield.

On the ground, Wang Tian and Luo Chen’s voices rang together like twin blades.

"Ultimate Sword Strike!"

Their swords blazed with golden light. In a single motion, they swung, releasing golden slashes that tore through the ranks of disciples, cutting bodies and even slicing an entire building clean in half. Blood poured like rain upon the earth.

Even the elders froze in shock for a moment, their eyes narrowing. They exchanged grave glances before finally nodding in agreement. Together, they released their own powers, preparing to intervene.

Wang Tian and Luo Chen stood side by side once more. They stretched their necks casually, their smiles never fading.

The few surviving disciples trembled with fear, scrambling to hide behind the elders.

"I can’t wait to crush that sect leader face under my feet," Wang Tian growled.

"Then let’s end this quickly," Luo Chen answered coldly.

Both raised their swords, entering battle stances. The battlefield trembled under the weight of their presence.

Their smiles remained—sharp, unyielding, and merciless.

To be continued...