The Forsaken's Revenge-Chapter 514 Approval

Chen Zheng and several other cultivators in the ancient city secretly nodded in agreement. This Profound Immortal was far too arrogant. He wasn't just long-winded; the key issue was that he didn't know his place.

"Heh!" The Qingyang Swordmaster sneered and lightly tapped the ancient bell beside him.

BONG!

The resonant sound of the ancient bell rose!

"What is this melody?!"

"It seems to be some kind of strange sonic wave!"

"Ah—"

Cultivators within the ancient city screamed as their bodies exploded on the spot.

The Qingming Sect Master, Chen Zheng, and the disciples of the Qing Ming Sect also screamed in agony as blood seeped from their bodies. They were left utterly drained, as if they had suffered a great trauma.

SWISH!

The Qingyang Swordmaster stowed the ancient magic bell. The giant blue sword on his back vanished in a flash as he stepped forward through the void. He stared at Blood Knife Old Demon and said coldly, "I'm in a good mood today. You may leave."

"What did you say?" Blood Knife Old Demon's brows furrowed.

"Ancestor, this old thing is humiliating you!" Chen Zheng let out a sinister laugh.

"You all deserve to die!" Blood Knife Old Demon's eyes turned icy. With a flick of his wrist, the Qingming Banner burst forth with a bizarre, bloody gleam, transforming into a river of blood that surged forward.

CRACK!

However, the stele outside the gates of the Qing Ming Sect suddenly began to glow. When the river of blood touched the stele, it instantly shattered, dispersing into wisps of blood mist. Blood Knife Old Demon's eyes widened in shock. He stared at the stele in front of the gate, his face a mask of astonishment. What on earth is this worn-out stele made of to have instantly vaporized my river of blood?!

HISS!

Seeing this, the Tianwangxing Cultivators all gasped in unison.

"Hmph!" With a cold snort, the Qingyang Swordmaster swept his sleeve out. Blood Knife Old Demon's body burst with a loud bang, and his Primordial Spirit was crushed to dust. As for the Qingming Banner, the Swordmaster snatched it into his hand.

THUMP!

"Ancestor, spare my life!" Chen Zheng collapsed to the ground in terror.

The other disciples of the Qing Ming Sect trembled uncontrollably, completely devoid of any thought of resistance.

"You, get over here." The Qingyang Swordmaster glanced at Chen Zheng on the ground before pointing at the green-robed female cultivator on the ancient city wall.

"Senior, my name is Qing Wei. My father is the Supreme Elder of the Qing Ming Sect. I am willing to submit to you..." Qing Wei quickly crawled toward the Qingyang Swordmaster.

BANG!

However, before she could even get close, the Qingyang Swordmaster waved his sleeve. Qing Wei was flung away, crashing into a cluster of houses. A group of cultivators fled from the buildings, hiding in the distance as they watched the Qingyang Swordmaster with utter terror.

"You!" Qing Wei struggled to her feet, seething with a rage she dared not express.

"Senior, what are you doing..." Chen Zheng's voice trembled, his face deathly pale. Qing Wei was his favorite disciple, whom he doted on. Seeing her injured, a boundless rage surged within his heart. But Chen Zheng was not foolish; he sensed that this old man possessed unfathomable power, even greater than his own. It seems I've messed with the wrong person this time, he thought, realizing he could only endure.

"Get in here!" the Qingyang Swordmaster barked again.

"Hmph!" Chen Zheng snorted coldly and began leading his people toward the ancient city.

"Senior, I will not submit!" Chen Zheng grit his teeth, stopping in his tracks to glare at the Qingyang Swordmaster. He then turned his head and enunciated each word, "Disciples of the Qing Ming Sect, heed my command!"

"Present!" tens of thousands of disciples responded reverently.

"You are to leave the bounds of the Qing Ming Sect immediately! From this day forth, the Qing Ming Sect shall cease to exist!" After a pause, he added, "Remember, it is gone forever!"

WHOOSH!

Hearing this, the tens of thousands of disciples hesitated, and the complexions of many changed drastically. This order is too cruel!

"What?" Seeing their hesitation, Chen Zheng's expression turned fierce. "Do you intend to defy my orders? I command you to retreat from the Qing Ming Sect's territory at once, or don't blame me for being merciless!"

"Yes!" The tens of thousands of cultivators dared not disobey. Gritting their teeth, they began to retreat from the territory of the Qing Ming Sect.

"Ancestor, do you really intend to destroy the Qing Ming Sect?" the Qingming Sect Master asked, his voice trembling.

"Hmph!" Chen Zheng snorted coldly. "If the Qing Ming Sect is not destroyed, I will never have peace. I must now seek an opportunity to break through to the Golden Core Stage. No one is to follow me!"

As he spoke, he transformed into a wisp of ghostly light and streaked out of the Qing Ming Sect, disappearing in the blink of an eye. The moment Chen Zheng left, the Qingming Sect Master's face turned deathly pale. With the Ancestor gone, he was the only one left, a mere cultivator at the early ninth level of the Qi Refinement Realm. For someone like the Swordmaster, killing me would only take the flick of a finger! He thought for a moment before taking out a talisman and crushing it. This talisman could summon a mid-stage Golden Core elder from the Qing Ming Sect. I didn't want to use this talisman unless absolutely necessary, because the price is steep!

"Ancestor..." The other two Golden Core Stage disciples were also on the verge of tears. With Chen Zheng gone, they knew that if the Qingyang Swordmaster harbored any murderous intentions, the three of them would have no chance of escaping.

"Ancestor!"

"Save us!"

The three Golden Core cultivators wailed.

RUMBLE!

At that moment, inside the gates of the Qing Ming Sect, the river of blood began to boil, and a man's roar faintly echoed from within. The man's voice grew clearer and clearer, filled with anger and malice. "Qingyang, you little brat! Get your ass over here! This Ancestor will skin you alive, rip out your bones, and drink your blood!"

"Master..." Upon hearing the voice, Chen Zheng's expression filled with terror.

"Noisy," the Qingyang Swordmaster said flatly. He made a grasping motion in the air toward the mountain gate. With a loud pop, the river of blood burst, and the roaring abruptly ceased.

"You! You killed this Ancestor's avatar!"

"I'll tear your soul to shreds!"

A shrill scream erupted from within the gates, and a dark shadow shot out, fleeing frantically.

BOOM!

The Qingyang Swordmaster made a grabbing motion with his right hand, and the dark shadow slammed into the Qingyang Sword Sect's Protective Array. The impact flung the shadow back, and when it hit the ground, it resolved into a withered corpse—the Blood Demon Ancestor.

Right then, the Blood Demon Ancestor was nothing but skin and bones, so emaciated that it seemed a gust of wind could turn him to dust.

"What sorcery is this?!" the Blood Demon Ancestor shrieked, looking at the Qingyang Swordmaster in horror.

"Heh." The Qingyang Swordmaster let out a cold laugh.

"You... don't come any closer! I am a titan of the demonic path! If you dare to kill me, you will surely bring a calamitous tribulation upon yourself!

"Haha! Boy! I know you're in the Golden Core Realm, but you'll never succeed in transcending your tribulation! This world's Spiritual Energy is scarce, and its Heavenly Dao is incomplete. Unless you possess some heaven-defying fortune, you cannot possibly pass the Golden Core tribulation!

"Boy! Kneel and beg me now! Offer that immortal treasure to this Ancestor, and perhaps you'll live! If you refuse, you'll be reduced to ashes immediately!" the Blood Demon Ancestor growled viciously.

He was at the peak of the early Golden Core Stage, just half a step from the mid-stage. Yet the Qingyang Swordmaster had severed his arm with a single, casual move. Even after using all his trump cards, he was still utterly powerless. He understood that this young man's strength was extraordinary, which must be why he had been left alive. Once I get that immortal treasure, I can restore my cultivation, take my revenge, and make this little bastard pay a hundred, a thousand times over!

"Noisy!" The Qingyang Swordmaster's brow twitched as he raised his hand and grasped at the shadow.

SIZZLE!

The Blood Demon Ancestor's body stiffened before he was completely annihilated in the next instant, leaving behind only a Demon Crystal and a palm-sized jade box.

Eh? He's not completely dead? This old devil is truly tricky. The Qingyang Swordmaster was slightly surprised. He sucked the items into his storage ring, then his gaze shifted to the gates of the Qing Ming Sect.

"It's a waste for the many treasures of the Qing Ming Sect to remain here," he said coldly. "Since they belong to me now, then I shall take them all!"

BUZZ!

As his words fell, he took a step forward.

SWISH