467 Destroy Two

Accompanied by a powerful shockwave and howling wind, it seemed as if a god had descended. It was ten zhang long and three zhang wide, with a pale and dazzling color, like frost in the cold winter, revealing a cold and powerful aura.

Wherever the sword energy passed, the surrounding air seemed to be torn apart, forming deep, visible ravines.

The impact of this sword energy instantly made the hall, both inside and out, seem incredibly fragile. The bluestone bricks and tiles shattered, sending stone fragments flying everywhere, as if the entire Changchong Sect's mountain gate was trembling under the force of this sword energy. Zhou

The surrounding trees were cut down by the sword energy, falling one after another, leaving a scene of utter devastation. Screams echoed, interspersed with cries of, "Father, save me! Father, save me! Who are you? My father is the sect leader!"

Disregarding everything else, Sect Leader Ding quickly slipped away and ran towards the direction of the sound. He only had this one precious son, and he couldn't afford for anything to happen to him.

Outside, the sudden attack threw the entire Changchong Sect into chaos. The disciples were instantly gripped by tension and panic, and they rushed to spread the word and gather together to resist and protect themselves.

Sect Leader Ding arrived at the source of the cries for help and saw his son trapped under a courtyard wall. He was both angry and amused, roaring, "Serves you right for not cultivating properly! A mere wall has made you so panicked!"

Just as she breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to rush forward to rescue her son.

Suddenly, a sword light attacked from behind, moving with lightning speed, aiming straight for Sect Leader Ding's back.

This sword strike, seemingly silent, was clearly a sneak attack, a despicable and underhanded scheme. It descended from the sky in an instant, carrying boundless killing intent and ruthlessness.

As Sect Leader Ding worried about his son, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. Having not fought for a long time, he became careless. At that moment, there was no time to turn around, so he rushed forward.

The sword flashed, piercing the darkness. In that instant, time seemed to freeze. The man suddenly exerted his power, clearly showing that his strength was no less than that of Sect Leader Ding, or even greater. In an instant, the sword light pierced through his back and went straight for his heart. Blood gushed out, staining his clothes red.

This person was cautious and prudent; after a successful attack, he retreated instantly.

Sect Leader Ding lunged forward a few steps, then collapsed to his knees, his body giving way. His eyes were filled with terror and resentment as he growled, "Despicable and shameless! You dared to launch a sneak attack? Come at me head-on if you dare!"

The answer was no sound, only silent, dark waiting.

Sect Leader Ding was bleeding profusely and was about to secretly swallow a healing pill when sword energy came whistling in like a shooting star in the night sky. One sword attacked Sect Leader Ding, and the other was aimed at the person under the wall on the ground.

"Father, help! Help!" The person below the wall had obviously seen it too, and his eyes were filled with terror; he clearly didn't want to die.

Upon hearing this voice, Sect Leader Ding was momentarily distracted. A sword pierced his throat, blood spurting three feet away. His eyes widened in shock and disbelief. He stammered hoarsely, "I surrender, I..."

In his final moments, he didn't even see who the enemy behind him was, or why they would be so cruel to him. He could have surrendered; he was still useful. However, it was all too late; death had already enveloped his soul.

As Sect Leader Ding rushed off, Elder Qiu quickly followed. His master had instructed him to make the Changchong Sect thrive, and he vowed never to forget his master's kindness. Years ago, when he was on the verge of death, it was his master who saved him with a bowl of porridge; he had no way to repay him in this life.

Suddenly, two unbelievable people appeared before him.

'Junior sister, Patriarch Luo, you...' Elder Qiu was stunned for a moment, looking at his junior sister and Patriarch Luo standing together in disbelief.

Seeing his beloved junior sister again, he was overwhelmed with emotion. Back then, he had nothing. Although he secretly loved his junior sister, he felt guilty after his master betrothed her to Senior Brother Ding. He was determined not to repay his master's kindness and instead focus on developing the Changchong Sect.

Many years have passed since we last met, and my junior sister is still as beautiful and charming as ever. Her face remains unchanged, and her hair is carefully styled in a bun with a delicate jade hairpin, which makes her face even more beautiful and charming.

"Senior Brother Qiu." The sound of "Senior Brother Qiu" felt like it had been thousands of years. Now, seeing him again, everything had changed, and he was overwhelmed with emotions. He slowly sheathed his sword because the voice was still as warm and comforting as it had been.

'Junior sister.' She nodded gently, her expression a mixture of calm and unease.

Patriarch Luo smiled slightly and said softly, "Elder Qiu, I'll just say a few words. I apologize for disturbing you." He then clasped his hands in a gesture of apology.

"Old Man Qiu is a man of great character, that is common knowledge. However, back then, your master intended to pass the position of sect leader to you, and he also wanted you to be his son-in-law."

However, your good senior brother, Ding Dahuai, used sweet words to deceive your master, saying that you disrespected him and secretly spoke ill of you, thus deceiving your master.

She betrothed her daughter to your senior brother Ding.

Elder Qiu's eyes held a complex expression, but he didn't completely believe them. He glanced at his junior sister, knowing that he had nothing to do with the Changchong Sect, so he naturally didn't fully believe what others said.

Seeing Elder Qiu's cautious gaze, the junior sister's face flushed slightly, and she nodded softly, "Yes, Senior Brother Qiu, back then, Master betrothed me to Senior Brother Ding, and not long after, Master died of poisoning, not from natural causes."

A hint of resentment and sadness flashed in his eyes. "I only learned later that my father was murdered. After my father's death, Senior Brother Ding threatened me that if I had any contact with you, he would kill you."

I know you have a kind and simple heart. That's why I've always been hesitant to contact you, afraid of hurting you.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and she gazed silently into the distance.

At this moment, Patriarch Luo quietly left, thinking to himself, 'Sect Leader Ding, you are truly ruthless, but you have also left behind some troubles. If you had dealt with this junior sister as well, things wouldn't have gone so smoothly today.'

It seems you were still merciful.

Now that the objective has been achieved, the Changchong faction is too late. Fewer casualties, and perhaps they'll even be an asset. These two simple-minded individuals are easy to control.

Elder Qiu's hand loosened its grip, and he was about to sit on the ground when his junior sister gently dodged and caught him.

The fragrance filled his nostrils, and his heart fluttered instantly. He trembled and stammered, "Junior sister, junior sister, you mustn't, you mustn't! I'm just a homeless person, I'm truly unworthy of you."

She whispered in my ear, 'I do. I've always been waiting for you.'

In an instant, the world returned to normal, and the flowers bloomed once more.

Miss Luo nestled close to Young Master Cai, her eyes filled with adoration, and whispered in admiration, "Young Master, you are truly amazing."

Young Master Cai chuckled softly, "What's so impressive about it?"

Miss Luo blushed, lowered her head and leaned close to him, remaining silent.

Young Master Cai laughed smugly, glancing at the two corpses on the ground. He waved his hand, signaling his servants to go and check. Although he knew the man was dead, it was always better to be cautious. Liang and the others wouldn't dare to keep the good stuff for themselves.