Calculated by the Entire Sect? Don't Cry When Your Whole Family is Slaughtered! - Chapter 6

A biting cold wind, enveloped by killing intent.

The lingering scent of blood stimulated everyone’s senses.

Crack—

Qing Lan’s face was ashen, his gaze towards Shen Lian filled with gloom.

“All disciples, listen up! Shen Lian has disregarded his elders, fallen into the demonic path, and harmed fellow disciples! All disciples of my Heavenly Feather Sect, regardless of inner or outer sect, must not stand idly by!”

He suddenly raised his head, looked at the cold, icy Shen Lian, and immediately pointed his finger.

“Exterminate Shen Lian!”

“Kill them—”

As his words fell, all the Heavenly Feather Sect disciples present collectively raised their weapons and furiously charged at Shen Lian.

“Do you think this is enough to kill me? Laughable!”

Shen Lian not only showed no fear but was instead ignited by an endless surge of battle intent within him.

Whether in adversity or in a desperate situation, Shen Lian, having experienced ninety-nine lifetimes and touched the threshold of the Grand Dao, never relied on any system.

Instead, his greatest reliance was his attitude of daring to defy the current and look down on everything.

As his sword danced, the throat of a leading inner disciple was instantly pierced.

His sword momentum continued unabated, a spinning sword generating a cold sword qi that instantly struck down six other inner disciples.

“This seems to be our sect’s Heavenly Feather Thirteen Forms? But why is his execution of the moves completely different from what we learned, and the power seems to be even higher?”

Qing Lan was greatly alarmed when he saw Shen Lian draw his sword.

The same sword moves, yet capable of displaying a completely different artistic conception and unleashing such terrifying lethality, exceeded their understanding.

Puff, puff, puff, puff, puff—

Another series of blood mist spurted, instantly killing over twenty inner disciples under Shen Lian’s sword.

“Is that all? Didn’t you want to kill me? Why is this all you’ve got?”

As the sword qi swept through, thirty inner disciples who had surrounded him once again turned to dust.

At this moment, Shen Lian’s face was cold and ruthless, his eyes gleaming with nothing but the flames of hatred.

With every swing of his sword, a person fell. With every burst of sword qi, a cloud of blood mist rose.

The ruthless sword ruthlessly reaped the lives of this hypocritical group that called themselves fellow disciples.

No one could actively approach within five steps of Shen Lian, nor could anyone withstand even a single move under Shen Lian’s extremely sharp and fierce sword.

However, no matter how much he fought, the murderous aura within Shen Lian not only did not dissipate but grew even more intense as the scent of blood thickened.

“Waste will always be waste. Do you have no realization of your impending death?”

“Since you cannot stop my advance, then all of you go to the Yellow Springs and reincarnate!”

With a continuous series of sword movements, Shen Lian leaped up, transforming into a fleeting phantom in the void, like drifting wind and fine rain.

In an instant, another hundred disciples had their protective spiritual energy pierced by the sharp sword qi, perishing on the spot.

“So strong…”

Qing Lan, Qing Yun, and Qing Shan were so stunned by the shocking scene before them that they couldn’t utter a single word.

Ye Fan, huddled in a corner observing the situation, felt a chill of fear deep in his heart as he watched Shen Lian slaughtering his fellow disciples like a god of death.

“Senior Brother Shen, no, don’t kill me, please…”

A female disciple, seeing that her group of twelve was suddenly reduced to just herself in a short moment, and then meeting his sharp gaze, was so terrified that she immediately dropped her sword and collapsed to the ground, beginning to plead bitterly.

“Senior Brother? This laughable title hasn’t been heard for a long time.

Unfortunately, it’s too late to call me Senior Brother now.

Here, there’s no such thing as “better late than never” or “is delayed affection cheap or not.” The consequence of angering Shen Lian is only annihilation.”

With a sweep of his long sword, the female disciple was instantly cut into two, becoming a pool of gory flesh.

At this moment, Shen Lian’s feet were covered with the corpses of inner disciples. A rough estimate put the number of disciples killed by him at eighty.

“Qing Yun, Qing Shan, attack!”

Qing Lan could no longer sit still. Losing eighty inner disciples was a debilitating blow to the Heavenly Feather Sect.

Inner disciples were different from outer disciples; each one was a core combat force of the sect and a backbone of the sect’s ability to stand in the Ancient Continent.

Although most of them might not be as talented as top prodigies, they were a crucial part of the sect’s healthy functioning.

Now, Shen Lian alone had slaughtered nearly thirty percent of the sect’s inner disciples, completely exceeding Qing Lan’s expectations.

He had to stop Shen Lian from continuing his rampage.

“Oh? You finally can’t sit still, can you? I thought you were tough enough to watch them all die by my hand!”

Clang—

As his words fell, Shen Lian switched from offense to defense, holding his sword horizontally to protect his body.

Immediately, Qing Shan’s sword tip struck his sword spine. With a metallic clang, a fierce spark flashed.

At the same time, Qing Yun’s sword attack swept in from the side.

Shen Lian swept his sword, parrying Qing Shan’s fierce sword, and sent out a wave of sword qi, directly forcing the opponent back.

“Die!”

Suddenly, Qing Lan’s palm strike, taking advantage of Shen Lian’s wide-open defense, unleashed a full-powered “Mountain Splitting Stone Cracking Palm” directly onto his chest.

Having landed a blow, Qing Lan’s face was ghastly as he looked at Shen Lian, as if he had already envisioned Shen Lian’s meridians shattering and him spitting blood to his death.

But the next moment, he sensed something was wrong.

His profound palm force struck Shen Lian’s chest, but it was like a mud ox entering the sea; the condensed spiritual energy and true essence instantly turned into nothingness.

“This is… a force redirection technique…”

Qing Lan’s pupils constricted, revealing a look of disbelief.

And Shen Lian’s eyes were bloodshot, still gazing at him with an arrogant demeanor.

“Impossible, my cultivation is Divine Transformation Ninth Layer! You couldn’t possibly have redirected my full-powered strike!”

“In my eyes, your so-called Divine Transformation Ninth Layer is no different in essence from Body Tempering First Layer. Killing you is like slaughtering a dog!”

Shen Lian roared, and his long sword suddenly swung down from the void.

Qing Lan was greatly alarmed and decisively withdrew his move, pulling back his hand.

It was by a hair’s breadth that the sword’s edge swept through the air less than half an inch from his palm, thus avoiding the beheading crisis.

“Shen Lian, die for me!”

Seeing that Shen Lian’s attention wasn’t on him, Qing Shan immediately seized the opportunity, raised his sword, and lunged to stab him in the back.

Boom—

But the next moment, a powerful palm force suddenly erupted from Shen Lian’s back, piercing through Qing Shan’s body with lightning speed.

“Puff—”

Qing Shan spat out a mouthful of blood. The sword he had thrust out, just inches from Shen Lian’s back, fell powerlessly.

Qing Yun, who was on the side, glanced at Qing Shan, his face instantly turning pale.

Qing Shan’s chest was completely caved in, and his spine was even bulging high due to dislocated ribs.

As for Qing Shan himself, blood flowed from all seven orifices; he had been shaken to death, his internal organs completely shattered.

Qing Lan was greatly alarmed: “This is the palm force of the Mountain Splitting Stone Cracking Palm! You, you actually know how to absorb Qi into your body and then transfer it to counterattack?”

“Surprised? Unfortunately, today’s surprises are far from over.”

With that, Shen Lian reversed his sword, and while Qing Yun was still in shock and hadn’t reacted, he directly beheaded him.

“You…”

“Next, it’s your turn!”

A sinister smile appeared on Shen Lian’s lips as his sword danced, striking towards Qing Lan.

“Shen Lian! You can’t kill me! If you kill me, you will definitely…”

Pfft—

With a sword strike like a rainbow, Qing Lan’s words were cut short.

Shen Lian’s sword qi had already penetrated his body, cutting him into slices on the spot, leaving only a head with a shocked, disbelieving expression.

With the death of the four Divine Transformation realm elders, the fighting spirit of the surrounding inner disciples immediately plummeted. They no longer dared to approach Shen Lian, who was like a god of death.

They shrieked and ran towards the exit of the Enforcement Hall.

Shen Lian paid no attention to these ants. Instead, he carried his long sword on his back, walking step by step towards Ye Fan, who was not far away.