Chapter 142
Lone shouted angrily. "Audacious!"
"Iris, you are but a mere Saintess, yet you dare to question the First Elder’s decisions?!"
"Truly disrespectful and insubordinate. You don’t know the meaning of the rules!"
"As for who exactly is being disrespectful, the First Elder knows very well in his heart." Iris was completely fearless, and her voice cold.
"I have already asked Elder Torin to have all the disciples of his peak stand by for orders. They are temporarily forbidden from relocating to Myriad Transformations Peak."
"Right now, I am going to contact the Sect Master and request that he rush back immediately to take charge of the sect’s overall situation."
"As for whether we should actually merge the peaks to defend against the enemy, we should all wait for the Sect Master’s decision."
"Please rest, First Elder. I will take my leave."
Iris flicked her sleeve, turned around and prepared to walk away.
Vincent remained completely silent for a long moment before finally speaking. His voice faint. "Saintess Iris, wait a moment."
"First Elder, is there anything else..." Iris paused, frowned, and turned back around.
The very instant she turned, Vincent abruptly stood up.
A sword of light burst from his fingertip. It pierced directly into Iris’s abdomen. Cleanly puncturing right through her dantian.
"You..." Iris’s pupils shrank. A smear of scarlet blood spilled from the corner of her mouth. She collapsed to the ground with a heavy thud, fainted from the severe injuries.
"Hmph, this wretched woman was truly seeking her own death." Lone snorted coldly. Pure disdain on his face.
Vincent’s expression was icy. Though he felt a slight trace of regret.
"For Iris to reach the fourth level of the Mahayana Realm at such a young age, she could be considered a talent with superior aptitude."
"Originally, I wanted to rope her in and take her for my own use."
"I didn’t expect that a mere Saintess like her would be so absolutely loyal to the Sect Master."
Lone smiled obsequiously. "Master, there is no need to feel regret."
"This Iris is nothing more than an incompetent fool."
"Back then, she took in a disciple of unknown origin and ended up losing her virgin treasure, the Jade Sword and Blood Purification Bottle. Causing the sect to lose massive face."
"For such a mediocrity to be crippled is just crippling a piece of trash. Nothing worth mentioning."
"Mm, what you say is also reasonable." Vincent nodded faintly. "Since that is the case, lock her up in the dungeon for now."
"Announce to the entire sect that Iris committed treason and insubordination. Attempted to assassinate me with a sword. But was seen through and crippled by me."
"In a couple of days, after we root out this organization, it won’t be too late to execute her."
Vincent narrowed his eyes slightly. A smirk curling at the corners of his mouth.
"Although I don’t know exactly where this organization came from..."
"I truly must thank them properly."
"Heaven-Turning Peak and Venomscale Peak had always been the hardcore, die-hard loyalists by the Sect Master’s side."
"And those two guys, Rorin and Dariel, were absolutely loyal to Magnus while showing plenty of disrespect toward me."
"As for the remaining peaks, they are either neutral fence-sitters or have already been bought off by me."
"Now that those two peaks have been slaughtered by that organization, it just happens to have cleared away a massive problem for me."
"Lone, the day you and I replace Magnus and become the Masters of the Divine Blade Sect is not far off!"
"Hahahahaha..."
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Late at night. The moon was bright and the stars sparse.
The night sky filled with a misty white fog. Ample proof that this was a perilous night.
Around the perimeter of Sunblaze Peak, over three hundred disciples stood guard and patrolled under strict orders. Not daring to let even a single fly slip inside.
However, even with their eyes wide open and a hundred and twenty percent vigilance maintained, Alex still stepped on his floating cloud and swaggered right over their heads.
While concealing his own aura, he waved his hand and tossed out a cluster of spiritual energy. Transforming it into a restriction barrier that completely enveloped the airspace above Sunblaze Peak.
Coming to Sunblaze Peak tonight, Alex didn’t act like the previous two nights.
He didn’t directly kill the Peak Master first and then slaughter the disciples.
Instead, he temporarily concealed his aura and headed straight for the dungeon.
His method of concealment was extremely brilliant. He didn’t merely use tyrannical spiritual energy to forcibly cover his presence.
Instead, he used the Animal Path of the Six Paths Wheel of Destruction Art to summon a Nascent Soul Realm demonic beast, the Chameleon Bug.
By placing this bug inside his ear, he could enter a state of perfect invisibility at will, soundless, traceless, completely without a shadow.
Unless someone’s cultivation was at least three minor realms higher than his own, discovering him was absolutely impossible.
Relying on the Chameleon Bug’s cover, Alex proceeded completely unimpeded. He bypassed seven or eight groups of patrolling guards. Swaggering right past their faces.
Then, right in front of the dozens of guards stationed outside the dungeon, right under their very noses, he strolled casually through the main doors.
When Aya delivered food that afternoon, she had unintentionally revealed some intelligence.
She said that in the dungeon of Sunblaze Peak, two Swords of the Martial Ancestor were sealed away. Those would be his biggest obstacle in slaughtering the peak.
Out of caution, Alex didn’t dare act rashly. Instead, he came to the dungeon first, planning to find those two Swords of the Martial Ancestor and destroy them before making his move.
However, Alex closed his eyes. Focused his mind. Carefully sensed for a long time. Yet he fundamentally couldn’t feel the location of the Swords of the Martial Ancestor.
He furrowed his brows tightly. A trace of suspicion flashing through his eyes.
Could it be that these Swords of the Martial Ancestor are merely a legend and don’t exist at all?
After all, these words came from the mouth of Aya, a little girl who hadn’t been in the sect for long, so they didn’t hold much persuasive power.