Blood is the dominant color tonight, staining the rocks and reflecting in the night sky.
At the young sect leader's command, the cultivators of the Blade Alliance didn't even have the right to scream. In an instant, they were suppressed and killed by the Nascent Soul experts beside the young sect leader, turning into blood mist on the spot.
Only the Nascent Soul stage cultivator was able to put up a little resistance. Under the combined suppression of the Deity Transformation stage cultivators, although he also died, his physical body was still intact, barely leaving him with a complete corpse.
The audience members who were supposed to come and help Xiaoyun were too busy to lend a hand and could only watch from the sidelines.
This was also the first time the survivors had witnessed a battle between cultivators. The killing of a cultivator of a higher realm did not require any complicated techniques; it was a pure crushing of cultivation, a clean and swift annihilation.
The difference between the two realms is a matter of life and death, and very few people can cross this insurmountable chasm.
What's most shocking is that after the killing, several Nascent Soul cultivators raised their hands and unleashed spiritual light, gathering the blood mist that filled the sky, extracting the fragments of golden cores and divine souls, and collecting them all together in one place.
Even the physical bodies and nascent souls of Nascent Soul cultivators were packed up and disposed of. Judging from this, it wasn't just a matter of eliminating them completely, but also an intention to treat everything about these cultivators, both internally and externally, as part of their "resources."
After all, some cultivation techniques can be used by cultivators themselves as materials to make themselves stronger.
The survivors watched in horror, their eyelids twitching uncontrollably. They felt that they were far too naive and their methods too naive compared to true cultivators.
Survivors need some excuse or pretext to engage in external competition, and killing is only for the purpose of obtaining treasure; they don't yet have the awareness to refine corpses.
However, native cultivators do not have this "bad habit." Their methods are more brutal, and the surrounding cultivators are expressionless, clearly having become accustomed to this practice.
For them, everything except themselves is a resource; they have no concept of respecting the dead or being fellow human beings.
"I still have a lot to learn..."
Huang Yi murmured to herself, secretly glancing at Su Lin's profile, only to find his eyes calm and his emotions unreadable.
"continue!"
Jia Zhengyi raised his hand and pointed to the Dao Alliance's mountain gate not far away: "Destroy them! Kill them all!"
"yes."
The old man beside him bowed slightly, then his body was enveloped in spiritual light, and he floated away with several powerful figures.
"Let's go and help!"
Huang Yi only realized what was happening at this moment and hurriedly called out to the survivors beside him, but was stopped by the young sect leader with a smile: "No need for you all, just watch how the villains are brought to justice."
The wicked have been brought to justice?
Huang Yi's lips twitched. These "villains" probably wouldn't even know what evil they had done until the moment they died.
Perhaps weakness itself is the root of all evil.
"yes."
Huang Yi lowered his head and waited respectfully in the back.
Soon, a strong stench of blood wafted from outside the mountain gate not far away. He looked up but saw no flashes of spiritual light or any magnificent battle scene with magical treasures unleashed in the darkness.
No one knows what happened inside, and no one knows how many people have died.
Only the increasingly strong stench of blood wafted through the night sky, growing ever more intense, and one could even vaguely see large amounts of viscous blood rising above the threshold, gushing down the mountain path—a shocking sight.
But this was only for a moment. In the blink of an eye, Huang Yi was surprised to find that the flowing blood suddenly retracted, defying the laws of physics, as if an invisible hand was manipulating and gathering it back together.
These Celestial Pivot cultivators... they wouldn't even spare a single drop of blood, they wanted to take it all away.
In less than half an incense stick's time, the old man returned alone to Jia Zhengyi's side, cupped his hands and reported: "I have fulfilled my mission. All the criminals have been executed, and not a single one has survived."
Upon hearing this, Huang Yi discreetly observed the old man's clothing. He was still wearing his green robe, unstained by blood and without any bloody smell. He still possessed the slender and elegant demeanor of a hermit.
That's really exaggerated!
How could a medium-sized sect with over 10,000 members be slaughtered like this?
It was astonishingly fast, almost unbelievable.
A sect that had accumulated power over generations couldn't even last a single night under the watchful eye of such a behemoth, and was utterly vanished into the long river of time.
Where is that thing?
When Jia Zhengyi inquired, the old man silently shook his head: "We haven't found it. We don't know where those thieves hid the convoy's resources. Fellow Daoists are still searching carefully."
"Gone? So many resources, just like that?!"
Jia Zhengyi flew into a rage: "A bunch of useless trash! What are you all good for, to be raised by the Immortal Sect? You can't even be detected by the divine sense of a Nascent Soul cultivator!"
The old man bowed his head and accepted the insults, not daring to retaliate.
A powerful Nascent Soul cultivator was as docile as a rabbit in front of a Nascent Soul junior.
"Brother Jia, don't worry. The thieves are obviously prepared. Knowing that tonight will bring disaster, they may have already moved the stolen goods."
Su Lin, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up and said softly, "If even a Nascent Soul expert can't find their whereabouts, it means these things are no longer here."
"It would be better to carefully interrogate the survivors first, and we can also search their souls and minds, and perhaps we can get some clues out of them."
Huang Yi's lips twitched upon hearing this. Su Shen was really empathetic. He spoke just like a native cultivator, using whatever method was effective, regardless of how cruel it was.
"Brother Su is right. Have you found any survivors? Have you searched their souls?"
"We found some, and even searched their souls, but there was no trace of them; they were all unaware of the situation."
The old man bowed his head and answered. Jia Zhengyi was about to fly into a rage again, but Su Lin calmed him down in time and promised, "Now that things have come to this, scolding is useless. We should find a way to find supplies."
"For Brother Su's sake, I'll spare your life for now!"
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