YM778.TV Chapter 1414 - Pillars of Support Crumble and Backers Flee.
Chapter 1414 - Pillars of Support Crumble and Backers Flee.
Family Head Wen Bohong and the other Wen Family higher-ups paled with fright. They’d long since heard tales of just how terrifying of an existence the Temple Master had become, so they’d never planned to clash with him directly. But they’d thought that their Transcendent-level formations would at least last long enough to buy them time to flee.
Sadly, reality was brutal. One slash, and the formation they saw as their killer weapon broke!!
“Temple Master! Must you really kill us all?” bellowed a man in black.
Su Yi stretched out his finger and tapped.
Bang!
The black-robed man’s body shattered. Blood sprayed the blue dome of heaven.
“Retreat! Hurry and seek refuge in the ancestral grounds—!” shouted Wen Bohong.
The other Wen clansmen panicked and scampered away. Everything was in chaos.
It was a ludicrous scene.
After all, even by the standards of the entire Eastern Profound Star Domain, they were one of the greatest factions around. Now that they’d joined up with the Red City Daoist Sect, practically no one dared offend them!
But now that Su Yi had appeared on their doorstop, there was only one way to describe the Wen Family’s defenses: brittle!
Against Su Yi, they were nothing but a pack of motley riffraff!
But then, those who truly understood Su Yi’s strength knew better than anyone that he could crush any faction of the present day.
No exceptions!
Kccch!
A streak of sword qi shot through the air, transformed into a rain of sword light, and descended like an avalanche or tidal wave, sweeping outward in all directions.
Su Yi attacked too. He had no intention of wasting any time. After all, he didn’t just plan to flatten the Wen Family on this trip. He had to visit the Zhong and Xu Families too!
Boom!
The air around the Isle of Ten Thousand Stars trembled. One Wen Family expert after another toppled, blood spreading like ink and staining the sky red.
Shrieks, curses, and mournful howls rang out repeatedly.
Heaven and earth were like a canvas depicting a bloody vision of purgatory!
To the current Su Yi, experts of the World King level were no different from wheat beneath a farmer’s scythe. Even revenants of the Path of Transcendence weren’t even worth mentioning, not unless they were unparalleled figures like Hong Feiguan.
Given the circumstances, taking down an Ancient Guardian Clan of the Dao like the Wen Family was naturally not difficult.
Boom!
Sword qi rumbled and boomed, shooting in all directions.
It was a heartless massacre. Blood flowed like rivers, creating startling scenes of death and destruction all over the place.
He wasn’t the type to kill indiscriminately, but when it was time to take revenge, there was no way he’d show mercy.
After all, they’d killed the entire Jiang Family! Su Yi was just helping Qing Tang give them an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.
“Stop!” someone shouted.
A group shot over from the distant Isle of Ten Thousand Stars. All were old monsters of the Wen Family, and all were true Nascent Divinity Realm Transcendents.
There were eight of them in total. All were visibly furious and seething with murderous intent.
However, when they saw Su Yi standing beneath the dome of heaven, their expressions shifted, and their hearts sank as they realized that this didn’t bode well.
“The Temple Master!?” someone cried out in disbelief.
Su Yi’s gaze was cold and indifferent. He couldn’t be bothered to say so much as another word. He pressed his fingers into a sword and slashed at the Nascent Divinity Realm old monster, killing him from a distance.
Simple and direct, like slaughtering a clay chicken or porcelain dog!
That bloody scene made the other old monsters panic. All of them were frantic.
“Temple Master, what are you doing?”
“Temple Master, you’re sure to face retribution for this one day!”
“Hurry up and flee!!”
...Infuriated roars and curses echoed throughout heaven and earth, but Su Yi never paid them any heed.
He led Qing Tang on a stroll through the sky. Wherever he passed, sword qi fell like a waterfall, sweeping outward and destroying the Nascent Divinity Realm old monsters one after another.
He was like a traveling god walking a path of bloodshed, death his constant companion!
Waves of emotion rocked Qing Tang’s heart.
She was only seven years old when her family died. All she saw was a sky full of fire and ground covered in ruined buildings and pools of blood.
She searched with all her might, but she never saw her parents, siblings, or other relatives ever again. All she found was blood and devastation.
It was as if all that darkness and bloodshed were like a brand; try as she might, she couldn’t wipe it away. Even after countless years, and even after reaching adulthood, she was plagued by nightmares every night, and she awoke each morning drenched in cold sweat...
Now, she saw the Wen clansmen lying in pools of blood, and took in the chaos and devastation. The sight filled her heart with a complicated mix of emotions.
Gratification, excitement, and indescribable relief.
The deaths of her family resulted in an oceanic grudge. Deep within her heart, it had always weighed down on her like a boulder.
Now, that boulder had finally split. For the first time since she was a little girl, she could finally breathe.
“Master...” Qing Tang’s gaze shifted, and she looked at the man standing in front of her.
His back was as straight as his sword, like a pillar holding up the heavens, or an eternal, unshakeable mountain!
Following him gave Qing Tang an unprecedented sense of assurance, as if... she’d returned to her early childhood.
She was only seven years old when her family died, and she lay in the ruins, covered in blood and trapped beneath fragments of rock.
At the time, she thought she was already dead.
But then, she opened her eyes, and saw someone bend at the waist, scoop her out of the rubble, and hold her to his chest. His eyes were clear and full of pity.
He’d gently wiped the blood from her face and said, “Little one, have a good rest. They say that those who survive a catastrophe will meet with good fortune in the future. I’ll... look after you from now on.”
Qing Tang recalled those words vividly even now. She hadn’t forgotten so much as a single syllable.
Over the years, every time she thought back to that day, her heart filled with indescribable warmth.
That was her master, the man who’d saved her life.
The man who’d rescued her from bloodshed and darkness, and the man who’d raised her!
And now, he was getting revenge for her too!
Just like before, he used his body to shield her.
Two lines of clear tears poured from Qing Tang’s bright, beautiful eyes. The rims of her eyes were tinged red.
No one else in this world doted on her like her master did. No one else cared about her like he did.
They said a master was like a father, but Qing Tang had no relatives. In her heart, her master was her father, as well as the person closest to her.
No one could replace him.
......
The carnage spread throughout heaven and earth. Everything was in chaos.
When Su Yi reached the Isle of Ten Thousand Stars, Wen Bohong and the other still-living Wen clansmen’s courage failed them. Everyone gave in to despair.
Su Yi was just too strong. Any attempt they made to defend themselves would be meaningless. It’d be no different from a mantis trying to block a chariot.
“Who dares to cause trouble here?”
Suddenly, a dignified voice echoed throughout heaven and earth, and a group of figures shot over from afar. All of them had terrifying auras.
Their leader, an old man in dark robes, had a monstrous presence.
But when they saw these new arrivals, Wen Bohong and the others felt as if their saviors had arrived. All of them were instantly excited.
“Senior, please, save us!”
These new arrivals were none other than a group of Red City Daoist Sect higher-ups.
The Wen Family’s pillar of support! The leader of the group, the old man in dark robes, was one of the Red City Daoist Sect’s high-elders, a peak Cloud Soaring Realm old monster.
“Everyone, rest assured. Now that we’re here, we absolutely won’t let these thugs off lightly!” bellowed the old man in dark robes as he and his companions rushed over.
“I’m here to get revenge. Got a problem with that?” Su Yi stopped in his tracks and turned to look at them, his gaze cold and indifferent.
The dark-robed old man and his companions had arrived full of fire and bluster, but the moment they saw him, they stopped in midair, frozen like startled quails.
Su Yi!
What was someone so terrifying doing here!?
Bean-sized droplets of sweat formed on the dark-robed elder’s forehead, and his seething murderous intent gave way to quivering. All of his former bluster vanished completely!
“Earlier, we had eyes, but we did not see. We didn’t realize you were here, Fellow Daoist. Please don’t take offense.”
The dark-robed old man took a deep breath, forced a stiff smile, and bowed. The others followed suit.
“Are you going to intervene?” asked Su Yi.
The dark-robed man hurriedly shook his head. “We absolutely wouldn’t dare!”
He spoke with firm conviction.
Was that a joke? How could the Red City Daoist Sect possibly establish a grudge with an unrivaled, ruthless expert like Su Yi over the Wen Family?
“Oh,” said Su Yi. “In that case, shouldn’t you be leaving?”
The dark-robed man instantly felt a massive weight lift from his shoulders. He suddenly waved and said, “Retreat!”
He then turned and led his group away.
They’d come quickly, and left even more quickly!
The Wen Family witnessed this entire exchange from the Isle of Ten Thousand Stars. All of them were dumbstruck and rooted to the spot, as if on the verge of a mental breakdown.
They fled? How could the old-timers of the Red City Daoist Sect be so spineless?
Didn’t we have an alliance? Didn’t they say they were going to work with us to vie for supremacy, and that we’d retreat and advance together?
“‘When your situation is advantageous, it seems as though heaven and earth themselves are on your side, but when fortune departs, even a hero struggles to retain their freedom.’ The heavens have forsaken the Wen Family. They’ve forsaken us!” An elder wept with grief, his tears drenching his clothing.
The other Wen clansmen looked as disconsolate as if they were attending their parents’ funerals.
Su Yi’s eyes shone with a hint of disdain. Pillars of support crumble and backers flee. That’s why the truly strong strive to improve their own strength and disdain borrowing external power and influence!
How glorious was the Wen Family in the past?
And how powerful is the Red City Daoist Sect?
But in the face of an absolute difference in power, their authority and external items cannot possibly save them!
Su Yi showed no mercy. He flipped his palm, and the Sword of the Human Realm landed in his grip.
The humming of his sword swept out like the tide, reverberating throughout the nine heavens and the ten earths.
Wen Bohong’s eyes bulged, as if he knew what was about to happen. He shrieked at the top of his lungs, “You’ll pay for this, Temple Master! You’ll pay for this!”
Boom!
The Sword of the Human Realm descended, and sword qi burst forth, like the river of stars breaking through a dam and pouring down from the heavens.
The hovering Isle of Ten Thousand Stars exploded into bits.
As for Wen Bohong and the other Wen clansmen? They were swept up in the destruction and enveloped in boundless sword qi.
By the time the dust and smoke receded and the light faded, everything lay in ruin as far as the eye could see. The Isle of Ten Thousand Stars had been wiped from existence.
As for the Wen Family, a clan that had stood at the pinnacle of the stars for countless years? Su Yi had destroyed their ancestral ground, wiping out everyone in it!
A gale whooshed past, rustling Su Yi’s blue robes.
Qing Tang stood behind him in a daze, as if she still found this difficult to believe.
Only two people remained, master and apprentice.
“Come on, let’s go see the Zhong Family next.” Su Yi let go of the Sword of the Human Realm, which blurred into a beam of light and shot into his sleeve.
Then, he and Qing Tang drifted away.