CHAPTER 67: CHAPTER 67: THOSE WHO OFFEND MY SECT SHALL BE KILLED WITHOUT MERCY

Squish!

A wave of sword qi, imbued with ice, swept across the surroundings in an instant, the chilling aura making everyone feel as if they’d fallen into an ice cave.

The moment the sword qi was unleashed, it burst apart and transformed into a flurry of snowflakes, each harboring a beautiful yet deadly intent, descending upon the Withered Bamboo Elder.

Li Tingfeng attacked without any warning.

But all the First Seats and Elders present were old and cunning, their cultivation of martial truth profound and pure, so they remained alert when Li Tingfeng and Zhu Yuxian had their dispute.

He merely made a move, and sword intent was triggered.

Besides Withered Bamboo, the Profound Sun First Seat and the other two Hall Masters all took action.

"Li Tingfeng, are you mad?!"

"Heaven’s thunder and lightning, guided by the sword, uphold righteousness and expel evil, executed by the sword!" Profound Sun Taoist was the First Seat of Cyan Cloud Peak, and he had mastered the "Yimu Heaven-Reaching Sword Scripture" to perfection.

At this moment, as he moved, lightning flashed across the clear sky, descending upon his long sword. The sword blade swept along, bringing forth a mighty gale and thunder, the momentum resembling that of immortal gods, slashing with a single strike.

"I knew all along you harbored ill intents; now you’ve exposed yourself! Die!"

The Fighting Hall Master Du Hongyue, hailing from Chixiao Peak, practiced the "Chixiao Nine Layer Heavens Sword Scripture," thrusting her long spear while her true qi, full of raging flames, distorted the air.

Her killing intent was intense, her fury and intent fueling the flames to surge mightily, sweeping across the sky.

The Mountain Guardian Hall Master Xiao Shouren sighed, a shortsword resembling a jade ruler slipped from his sleeve, standing in front of Withered Bamboo Elder, "Brother, you need not take action. He is unworthy."

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Who could have thought, amidst the swirling snow, several Thunder Bombs were concealed, abruptly causing intense explosions.

Though the explosion wasn’t enough to injure the First Seats and Elders, it temporarily slowed their actions.

At the same time, Li Tingfeng shouted, "If you still don’t act, what are you waiting for?"

No sooner had he spoken, than a host among the 108 Outer Peak Elders and disciples turned against their peers, blades stabbing from the side and rear in an abrupt assault.

Squish! Squish! Squish!

In merely an instant, a large group of sect disciples met tragic deaths, not having enough time to react before being cleaved by their own peers.

Even more terrifying, even among the True Disciples, over a dozen attacked, one among them was Li Tingfeng’s disciple, Li Qian.

This person, usually with an inconspicuous reputation within the sect, upon action, moved sword intent to incite cold ice true qi, slaying Qilian Mountain and Xu Shaohui, the heads rolling to the ground.

"Ah... Senior Brother Qi..."

"Junior Brother Xu!"

Everything happened too suddenly, the hidden traitors within the sect erupted abruptly, targeting their assaults, causing numerous sect disciples to meet tragic ends.

"Li Qian, you seek death!" Zhao Fuchen, one of the three heroes within the sect, usually graceful and mild-mannered in a wide Taoist robe, now shockingly furious, drew the Purple Light Sword with a clang, slashing toward him like a streak of lightning.

However, after successfully executing his strike, Li Qian immediately retreated, regrouping with the other traitors, the dim serpent-shaped sword in his hand blocking seventeen of Zhao Fuchen’s strikes.

"Hahaha, Zhao Fuchen, if you keep pursuing me, aren’t you afraid all behind you will perish?"

"Kill!" At Li Qian’s command, several others jumped out, slaughtering their peers.

"Damn it!" Zhao Fuchen withdrew, the Purple Light Sword sweeping through the throats of five sudden turncoat rebels, the blood splattering, killing them instantly.

"Hahaha, Zhao Fuchen, do you know how many among them are mine?" Li Qian, regrouped with the traitors, backed by the cliff side, said with a sinister smile.

Among over a thousand sect disciples, over a hundred just now took action, causing nearly two hundred casualties, although many traitors were also hacked to death on the spot, still, more than fifty to sixty retreated behind Li Qian.

Especially now, as soon as he spoke, all the sect disciples became on edge, eyeing their fellow sect members vigilantly.

"Kill!" "Kill!" "Kill!"

How could the Celestial Ghost Sect, Cyan Simurgh Sect, Iron Banner Association miss such an opportunity, immediately charging forward, slaughtering madly.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

In almost a blink, the sound of weapons clashing echoed throughout the whole canyon, the shouts, curses, and roars filling every corner, turning this place into a chaotic scene.

...

Lu Chengfeng was currently hiding behind the enemy; he didn’t have the extraordinary lightweight technique and martial arts as Zhu Yuxian, so he could only remain here temporarily, looking for an opportunity.

Seeing the enemy fully launch their attack, his eyes also showed a ruthless glint; if the sect was utterly defeated, he would have no way to survive. Would he just wait to die without a fight?

Thinking of this, he glanced at the corpses on the ground, most Celestial Ghost Sect disciples wearing black clothes with black scarves covering their faces.

Caring naught for the blood on those corpses, he directly stripped a Celestial Ghost Sect disciple’s outfit, wrapping it over himself, then quietly approached the enemy from behind.

His Thousand Shadows Body Technique had been cultivated to the eighteenth layer, only slightly inferior to Su Elder’s level masters, while the elite of the Three Great Sects were currently upfront, and the sect’s elite were at the back.

Lu Chengfeng, dressed as a Celestial Ghost Sect disciple, took advantage of the chaotic narrowness of Broken Dragon Grand Canyon, slipped in without being noticed.

Squish! Squish! Squish!

Lu Chengfeng’s assassinations were incredibly concealed, the sword blade nearly aligned with his arm, his palm appeared to unintentionally glide, piercing into the enemy’s internal organs and vital points from behind and the waist.

Like a slippery eel, once acting, he flowed through the crowd to a different spot instantly.

In just a quarter-hour, over a dozen people silently died at his hands.

Yet this action was eventually noticed as something amiss, with a Cyan Simurgh Sect disciple crying out: "Senior Sister, Senior Sister, what happened?"

Nearby someone angrily shouted, "Everyone be careful, a Cangyun thief has sneaked in among us assassinating."

Before this person could finish speaking, at the canyon’s end, someone suddenly rushed forward wielding a heavy sword, hair flying wildly, shouting in anger: "Disciple reporting to Profound Sun Martial Uncle, Jade Immortal Master, the First Seats and Elders from Yun Cang who ventured out to Black Shark Ruins have returned."

"Disciple reports first, willing to stay and cover, blocking the enemy."

"Please, all Masters and fellow disciples, assist me, ensure not a single thief escapes."

"Please, all Masters and fellow disciples, assist me, ensure not a single thief escapes."

...

The last line was shouted several times, and although it was the force of one person, it seemed as if thousands of troops were advancing.

As he spoke, the heavy sword in his hand came down with the momentum of Mount Tai, forcibly smashing two or three thieves, sending them flying toward the cliffside, smashing into a bloody pulp.

How could Lu Chengfeng miss such an opportunity, the Cold Cicada Sword like a venomous snake suddenly transformed into dozens of chilling glints, viciously piercing the throats of the surrounding enemies, the blood blooming like lotus flowers, as over a dozen bodies fell.

"Reinforcements from Yun Cang have arrived; those who invade our sect will be killed without mercy!"

The two from inside and outside erupted suddenly, originally the top masters just below Su Elder, causing considerable casualties instantly.

The thieves trapped in the middle couldn’t see what happened at the rear, only hearing shouts, the screams and wails of their comrades, panicking them.

"It’s bad, the masters from the Yun Cang Sword Sect have returned, we’re trapped in this canyon."

"Retreat quickly; staying here means certain death."

"Shut your filthy mouth, who dares spread rumors?" The Su Elder level master among the thieves shouted angrily, but in this chaos, orders couldn’t be relayed to the rear.

Even more terrifying, Zhu Yuxian suddenly abandoned the battlefield with Li Tingfeng, rushing into the crowd.

Her body technique was incredibly swift and elusive, where she passed, those grazed died, those touched flew, her jade-like hands resembling Yama’s soul-snatching chain, killing all hit.

Even those Su Elder level masters who cultivated martial truth, when struck by the colorful radiance emanating from her palms, found their true qi scattered, their internal organs shattered, vomiting blood and dying.