"T-This is the Flying Sword Sect…?" Yuan stood before where the sect should have been located with a clear look of disbelief on his face.
However, the Flying Sword Sect was nowhere to be seen. Instead, destroyed buildings and dried blood scattered the place.
"The scenery is what it would look like after a long and brutal war had just finished…" Yuan mumbled in a low voice.
"Thousands of lives perished here for what? What does the Blood Sect achieve by doing this horrible thing? It won't bring back their Sect Master's dead son."
"Unfortunately, this is the harsh reality of the cultivation world— the real cultivation world, where people do unreasonable things, and there's nothing we can do about it." Xiao Hua sighed.
After a moment of silence, Yuan said, "Let's take a look around this place."
"Are you sure, Brother Yuan? There will be a lot of blood and corpses. It won't be a pretty sight."
Yuan nodded, "Even so, I want to see it."
They proceeded to walk around the unrecognizable and destroyed Flying Sword Sect, passing by many corpses and separated body parts.
Yuan stopped walking in front of three large stone tablets, which were the only things not completely destroyed there.
He looked at the stone tablet in the middle, and on the very top, there was a name he was familiar with.
"Mo Zhou… So you have managed to become rank one, huh? Congratulations…" Yuan congratulated him in a dispirited voice.
"W-What do you think you're doing?! Our Sect Master is a Spirit Grandmaster! He'll kill you as easy as breathing!" The Blood Sect disciples began shivering uncontrollably as they watched Yuan slowly approach them with a sadistic grin on his face.
"As a killer, you should know very well what I am about to do, right?" Yuan responded, his aura gushing with killing intent.
Chapter end
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