Chapter 135
The old man had completely white hair and a face full of deep wrinkles. Half his face was obscured by a cloak. Embroidered on the chest of his robes was a coiled dragon crest, radiating an ominous Yin energy.
His hoarse voice echoed from within the crystal ball.
"Dariel, how is the situation?"
"Very smooth." Dariel narrowed his eyes, a ferocious laugh.
"The people the Saint Lord dispatched are truly ruthless in their actions. Merciless. Swift as the wind and lightning."
"To think that in merely a single night, within a short two hours, they directly wiped out an entire peak of over twenty thousand people."
"However, I didn’t expect the Saint Lord would choose to slaughter Heaven-Turning Peak first instead of directly wiping out Sunblaze Peak."
"That Rorin didn’t even have a grudge against you and ended up as a scapegoat, truly unlucky."
The old man in the crystal ball frowned, deep suspicion on his face. "What... are you talking about?"
"The people this old man dispatched just set off tonight. They haven’t even reached the region yet."
"...What?!" Dariel froze.
"Then, Saint Lord, the situation you were just asking about..."
"This old man was asking you what the current situation of the Divine Blade Sect is. So my people can take action after they arrive."
Dariel was stunned for a long time. Eyes widening in sheer disbelief.
"Saint Lord, your people... haven’t arrived at the Divine Blade Sect yet?!"
"Then who the hell slaughtered Rorin’s Heaven-Turning Peak?!"
A look of absolute terror finally crept onto his face.
He had originally thought the annihilation of Heaven-Turning Peak was the masterpiece of this black robed old man in the crystal ball.
That was exactly why he had appeared so unhurried and completely unbothered during the Elder’s Council.
Yet the black-robed old man was saying this matter was not his doing. Then didn’t that mean the person who slaughtered Heaven-Turning Peak was someone else entirely?
"Ah!"
Just as Dariel was pondering in terror, a miserable, shrill scream echoed from outside the hall.
The very next second, with a resounding boom, the main doors of the Peak Master’s Hall were blasted into fine powder.
A deep purple sword flew in from outside. Shooting straight toward Dariel.
His expression changed drastically. Without time to think, he exerted all his strength to roll to the side.
Squelch!
The sword pierced directly through his left shoulder. A flash of blood-red light and his entire left arm was cleanly severed at the root.
"Ah!"
A hysterical, miserable scream. The crystal ball held in his left hand fell to the ground with a resounding bang.
The next second, a black-robed man slowly walked in from outside the hall.
Dariel’s entire body trembled. Shivering, he raised his head. "Wh... who are you?!"
Alex raised his head, grinned. "Elder Dariel, I trust you have been well since we last met."
"Who are you?!" Dariel’s face was pale, his voice trembling.
"I have no past grievances or recent enmity with you! Why have you laid such a vicious hand on my Venomscale Peak?!"
"I have never needed a reason to strike."
"However, for you... I can at least let you die understanding why."
Alex shrugged, smiled, and casually waved a hand over his face. Instantly, his features became decades younger. Reverting to the appearance he had in the Hidden Broken Sword Cave.
"Ta... Taryn?!" Master looked as if he had been struck by lightning. Brain going completely blank.
"Weren’t... weren’t you dispatched to Broken Sword Peak by me and locked in the Hidden Broken Sword Cave?"
"Aren’t you... a piece of trash at the Qi Gathering Realm?!"
"Why... how could you..."
"Ah!"
Before he could finish, his words turned into another shrill scream.
A streak of spiritual energy shot from Alex’s fingertip. It sliced off his right arm at the root as easily as cutting through tofu.
"Dariel, to be honest, your Venomscale Peak wasn’t originally on the list of places I wanted to wash in blood."
"It’s just that you, as a person, are truly far too despicable and shameless."
"You accepted so many benefits from the Lark family, yet merely because the final tiny bit of bribery fee wasn’t given, you banished me to the Hidden Broken Sword Cave. Wanting me to go mad and die."
"Taking people’s wealth to eliminate their disasters is perfectly justified by heaven and earth."
"But a petty villain like you who takes the money but doesn’t do the job... what right do you have to live in this world?"
"Therefore, you might as well go die."
Alex unhurriedly raised his hand. Hovering at his fingertips were eighteen swords billowing with purple mist. Every single one radiating sharp, piercing killing intent.
Feeling the terrifying aura, Dariel’s entire body trembled violently. He slumped onto his throne with a heavy thud, his voice quivering.
"No... don’t kill me..."
"Rest assured. A despicable person like you isn’t even worthy of becoming my nourishment." Alex said faintly.
"So just be a good boy and wait here while I enjoy a full meal first."
With a casual wave, the eighteen swords shot out of the Peak Master’s Hall in perfect unison. Like shooting stars.
Three seconds later, shrill, miserable screams echoed up and down the entirety of Venomscale Peak.
"Ah!"
Squelch!
"Help..."
Some disciples were awakened by the screams. Seeing the living hell outside, they were terrified beyond belief.
They hopped on their flying swords, desperately wanting to flee. But the moment they flew into the sky, they crashed into an invisible barrier.
In an instant, even their treasured swords shattered. They plummeted from mid-air, only to be crushed into fine powder by the swords.
The entire Venomscale Peak had already been enveloped by a restriction barrier set up by Alex beforehand.
It functioned exactly like the mountain sealing order issued by Vincent during the day.
The people inside couldn’t get out. The people outside couldn’t get in.
After slaughtering Heaven-Turning Peak last night, Alex’s mastery over the Soul-Devouring Swords had become even more proficient.
In merely the time it takes half an incense stick to burn, the over twenty thousand disciples of Venomscale Peak were completely slaughtered by the swords, their blood essence and souls fully absorbed.