"Such an evil deed is intolerable to Heaven!"

An elderly man with white hair, his beard trembling violently with rage, slammed his cane against the ground, sending dust flying. Quan Cang, however, seemed oblivious, his smile undiminished, his mania growing even more pronounced. His lips curled up high, revealing a row of gleaming white teeth, and his unrestrained laughter echoed throughout the entire area.

He glanced around, his gaze sweeping over the crowd with icy coldness, and said disdainfully, "What do you know? The Path of Ruthlessness is about abandoning all emotions. This woman is nothing more than a stepping stone on my path to enlightenment."

Nangong Yu trembled violently with rage, his longsword flashing with fierce sword energy, the air whistling as it cut through the air. "Quan Cang, your behavior is worse than that of a pig or a dog! Not only in the sect, but in the world, such a villain would not be tolerated!" His eyes were wide open in fury, his eyeballs seemingly about to pop out of their sockets, his bloodshot eyes spitting fire, wishing he could tear Quan Cang to pieces immediately.

Just then, a majestic figure appeared instantly; it was none other than Sang Yi, the sect leader.

He was dressed in magnificent brocade robes, the gold patterns embroidered on the hem shimmering in the sunlight, further highlighting his extraordinary demeanor.

At this moment, his expression was stern, and his brows were tightly furrowed.

"Quan Cang, your actions are cruel and violate the sect's code of conduct. Effective immediately, you are expelled from our sect. If you ever set foot in the sect again, you will be killed without mercy!" The voice was like a booming bell, carrying endless majesty, echoing continuously in the arena. Every word was firm and resounding, causing the surrounding air to tremble.

Upon hearing Zisangyi's order to leave, Quan Cang's arrogant smile instantly twisted into a ferocious expression, his features appearing as if pulled by an invisible force, becoming distorted and terrifying.

"Fine, since you're all so ungrateful, then don't blame me for being impolite!"

Before he finished speaking, the black spiritual energy around him surged wildly, burning like a raging black flame. Thick black mist rose continuously, and the air was distorted by this power, causing ripples to spread. The surrounding light also became dim and eerie.

Quan Cang suddenly pounced on Zi Sangyi, his figure as fast as lightning, creating a whistling sound.

His right palm was enveloped in endless dark power, and the palm was like a black hole, exuding a chilling aura, like a black cannonball blasting towards Zi Sangyi.

Zisangyi's expression turned solemn. He quickly raised his hands to defend himself, and golden spiritual energy surged around him, forming a solid shield. The golden light was dazzling, like a blazing sun.

However, Quan Cang's attack was too terrifying. The golden shield cracked the moment it made contact, and then with a "bang," as crisp as shattering glass, the shield turned into countless golden light spots and dissipated in the air.

Zisangyi was unable to dodge in time and was struck in the chest by the force, falling heavily to the ground and spitting out a mouthful of blood, which spread across the ground.

"Sect Master!" The disciples below the stage exclaimed in surprise upon seeing this.

Nangong Yu's eyes were bloodshot, and he roared like a mad beast as he charged at Quan Cang again, "Quan Cang, you dare to hurt the sect leader! I will fight you to the death today!"

He brandished his longsword, his swordplay fierce and sharp, each swing bringing forth a cold glint, carrying an indomitable momentum, as if he wanted to cut down Quan Cang with his sword.

Quan Cang merely smiled contemptuously, a hint of mockery in his eyes. With a casual flick of his sleeve, a black wave of energy surged toward Nangong Yu like a raging tide.

Nangong Yu was unable to dodge in time and was hit by the shockwave, falling heavily to the ground. Several bloody scratches appeared on his arm, and bright red blood slowly dripped down his arm, gathering into a small pool of blood on the ground.

Quan Cang laughed loudly, his voice crashing through the crowd, and black spiritual energy raged wherever it went.

The disciples unleashed their magical treasures and spells to resist, some throwing out gleaming swords, others chanting incantations and summoning elemental power.

But it was utterly powerless against Quan Cang's almost insane strength.

Some disciples were struck by the spiritual energy, spitting out blood and flying through the air.

Some were thrown off balance and crashed heavily to the ground with a dull thud, groaning in pain as their limbs curled up together.

In an instant, screams echoed throughout the arena, leaving it in a mess, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

After discussing their countermeasures, Xu Yuehuai and Qi Guze hurriedly returned to the arena.

Their hurried steps kicked up dust.

However, the sight before them left them frozen in place.

The once bustling arena was now deathly silent. Bloodstains covered the ground, and severed limbs were scattered everywhere. Some limbs were still clutching the hilts of unsheathed swords, making the scene look particularly tragic.

The fragments of the magical artifact gleamed coldly in the dim light.

Most of the surrounding stands had collapsed, with broken planks and stones scattered all over the ground. The surviving disciples were lying or sprawled, seriously injured and unable to get up, emitting weak groans.

Quan Cangao stood at the center of the ground, his body enveloped in a thick, black spiritual energy that seemed almost tangible, growing ever more intense, like a layer of black armor tightly binding him, making him appear as if he had transformed into a demon god, his robes fluttering and flowing freely.

He threw his head back and laughed loudly, "Hahaha, you bunch of ants, now you know how powerful I am!" The laughter echoed over the ruins, sounding particularly sinister and terrifying.

Xu Yuehuai's hands trembled slightly as she questioned, "Quan Cang, how did you end up like this?"

Quan Cang slowly turned his head, his gaze fixed on Xu Yuehuai, his eyes as cold as a frozen pool, devoid of any warmth. "Yuehuai, this is the choice made later. Now, this middle class, and even the entire world, will tremble beneath my feet!"

Qi Guze clenched his fists, the veins on his arms bulging, and spiritual energy gathered in his palms, forming a dazzling ball of light that emitted a blazing glow.

"Quan Cang, don't be arrogant! Today I will fight you to the death to avenge our fallen comrades!"

Quan Cang glanced at him disdainfully, his eyes full of contempt. "You? You're just a mantis trying to stop a chariot. You're overestimating yourself."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and waved it. A black spiritual energy blade, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, slashed towards Qi Guze. Wherever it passed, the air was torn open with a black gash.

Qi Guze quickly dodged to the side, the spiritual energy blade grazing his clothes and leaving a deep trench in the ground. The soil at the edge of the trench was scorched and emitted a pungent smell.

How could this be?

When Yan Zhi arrived from outside, she found that Qingtao Valley was now in a mess, with many disciples lying on the ground.

Her eyebrows furrowed involuntarily, and her gaze swept across the scene like lightning, trying to find a clue.

Suddenly, her gaze fell on a certain spot, where Zi Sangyi was lying.

"Sect Leader Zisangyi!"

Yan Zhi exclaimed in surprise and ran to Zi Sangyi's side.