"You wicked disciple!" Xuan Chengzi exclaimed in shock and anger, hastily defending himself.
However, Liu Mei's attack was driven by a madness of mutual destruction, and coupled with the backlash from his own technique, he was unable to completely block it!
Pfft!
A muffled thud! A blood-stained sword tip emerged from Xuan Chengzi's back!
Xuan Chengzi's body stiffened abruptly. He looked down in disbelief at the sword tip protruding from his chest, then slowly turned back to see Liu Mei's face, twisted with madness and pain.
“You…” Xuan Chengzi opened his mouth, and blood gushed out.
Liu Mei let out a hysterical scream, "Haha... Let's die together! Everything's ruined! Completely ruined!"
She suddenly pulled out her sword, and more blood gushed from Xuan Chengzi's chest.
The next moment, the violent spiritual power within her body also went completely out of control, and her body swelled up like an inflating balloon!
Boom—!
Another loud explosion rang out on the high platform!
Liu Mei chose to self-destruct! She dragged her hated master down with her, turning to ashes in despair!
Xuan Chengzi's mangled body was thrown high into the air by the explosion and crashed heavily onto the wrecked altar, his eyes wide open, dying with unresolved grievances.
He never imagined that the "spirit stone" he had carefully nurtured would eventually become the poison that buried the entire sect; and that his indulgent greed would ultimately bring back the blade of his disciples!
The two elders on the high platform were caught in the blast wave and fell down with screams, instantly being overwhelmed by the angry disciples below.
The sect leader and the other elders were so frightened that they could no longer care about anything else. They turned into several streaks of light and fled desperately towards the outside of the mountain gate without looking back!
When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter!
With all the high-level suppression gone, witnessing the escape of the sect leader and elders, the mutual destruction of Xuan Chengzi and Liu Mei, and the inhuman gruesome state of Zhao Mang, the remaining disciples descended into utter despair and madness.
Some people wailed and cried; some had bloodshot eyes and began to frantically attack everything around them, plundering the remaining resources of the sect; many more were distraught and stumbled away from this once sacred place of immortals like walking corpses.
The once solemn and majestic main peak square of the Qingyun Sect has now become a hellish scene.
Collapsed altars, burning buildings, corpses lying in disarray, figures frantically fleeing... The spiritual energy was chaotic and shattered, and the air was filled with a heavy stench of blood, gunpowder, and despair.
The Qingyun Sect exists in name only.
No one noticed that at the edge of the square, in the shadows near the back mountain, a blood-soaked, emaciated figure leaned against a cold stone pillar, silently watching everything.
It's Jiang Chan.
With her last bit of strength, just before her [Shadow Concealment] expired, she struggled to crawl out of the stone chamber beneath the Scripture Pavilion and hide in this relatively safe corner.
At this moment, the effect of [Stealth and Concealment] had long since disappeared, but the entire sect was already in dire straits, and no one would notice her, this "dead person".
She watched as Xuan Chengzi was pierced through the heart by Liu Mei's sword, watched Liu Mei self-destruct in a frenzy, watched the sect leader and elders flee in panic like stray dogs, and watched the disciples below cry out in despair and wreak havoc in hysteria...
There was no ecstatic joy at avenging a great wrong, nor the slightest pity. Her eyes were as calm as a frozen lake, filled only with chilling indifference.
This is the price of greed.
A foundation built by sucking the blood and flesh of others is ultimately nothing more than an illusory sand tower. With a gentle push, it will collapse with a crash, along with the termites on the tower, all of which will be pulverized.
At this moment, a boy dressed in the clothes of an outer gate servant, his face full of fear, stumbled past the stone pillar where she was hiding. In his panic, he tripped over the pebbles on the ground and fell not far from Jiang Chan's feet.
He looked up and met Jiang Chan's cold, calm eyes.
The boy trembled with fear, his face turning deathly pale. "A ghost...a ghost!" He recognized the person who had been drained of their life force on the altar!
Jiang Chan didn't move or speak, she just stared at him coldly.
The boy scrambled to escape, but when he saw the mottled bloodstains on Jiang Chan's body and her unusually calm eyes, he paused for some reason.
He trembled, his voice trembling with sobs as he asked incoherently, "Was it...was it you who did it? That pillar of light...that technique...was it you...?"
Jiang Chan remained silent.
Her gaze passed over the boy and landed on the spot where Xuan Chengzi had died.
The boy followed her gaze, his fear intensifying, but a twisted sense of pleasure and relief also ignited deep within his eyes.
He clenched his fists tightly and hissed, "They deserve it! They deserve it! Bloodsucking parasites! Die!"
After he finished cursing, he glanced at Jiang Chan in horror, as if afraid that she, this "vengeful ghost," would take his life, and then scrambled away.
Jiang Chan withdrew her gaze, completely unconcerned about this little incident.
Just an insignificant witness.
She exhaled softly, her tense body relaxing slightly.
it's over.
She took one last look at the burning, wailing ruins of the immortal sect, which were heading towards utter destruction.
Those greedy faces, those painful screams, those crumbling palaces... everything will turn to dust.
An irresistible force enveloped her consciousness, her senses rapidly faded, and the scene before her began to blur and fade, like a poorly painted oil painting washed away by water.
In the final instant before her consciousness was completely ripped away, she seemed to hear the last lament of the entire Qingyun Sect amidst the deafening roar of its collapse, and she also seemed to hear herself, with the remaining strength of this body, uttering a low, mocking sound that only she could hear:
"Is the honey delicious?"
...
The moment her consciousness returned to her body, Jiang Chan gasped for breath! It was as if she had just struggled out of a drowning abyss.
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