Chapter 72.2: Earth-Shaking Divine Strength, Crushing the Sect’s Base (II)

When Zhuang Shisan stepped forward, the disciples all stepped back. Finally, one gathered the courage to speak up.

“H-Hey, Zhuang Shisan has killed the sect master and the elders. There’s so many of us! Why are you all afraid of just one man?!”

“Yeah! Kill him and avenge Master and the elders!”

“Take his head!”

Many others flared up with anger and actually charged at Lu Changsheng. He glared at them with frosty eyes. Not even lifting a finger, he let his blood qi finish the job.

Woosh!

The crimson cloud emerged anew, and countless silken threads rained down on the disciples, felling most of them in the blink of an eye. Only a handful of lucky ones remained standing, trembling violently as they watched their companions getting massacred.

“N-No… P-P-Please spare… Spare us!”

“Great hero, I beg of you! Let me live!”

Many disciples dropped to their knees. Indeed, courage would not endure against such a terrifying man.

Lu Changsheng slowly approached one of them and asked calmly, “How many Organ Refinement martial artists does the Blood Fiend Sect have?”

“Th-There are fifteen elders in total… all in the Organ Refinement Stage.” The disciple was trembling uncontrollably, barely managing to get the words out.

“Fifteen? So there are seven left. Where are they?”

“They… They are guarding the sect’s base.”

Lu Changsheng recalled that the Blood Fiend Sect had always been a sect within the Nanyang Prefecture. It was just that they were merely one that operated quietly. Only after taking over the Gao Fortress had they drawn widespread attention.

“Lead the way. We are going to your base.”

“Yes, great hero.”

The disciple did not dare resist. In just a single breath, Lu Changsheng had slaughtered over a hundred of them. As he glanced at the corpses around him, terror gripped his heart. None of them dared to move, let alone defy him.

Led by the disciple, Lu Changsheng swiftly headed toward the base, ready to nip the problem in the bud. He did not intend to exterminate the entire sect, just the real threats—namely, the Organ Refinement artists. Those were the real evil that had to be eradicated.

There were only a few at their base. After they had taken over the Gao Fortress, most disciples had been relocated there, leaving only a few behind.

When Lu Changsheng arrived at the sect’s base, he did not even encounter a single guard. Only upon arriving outside the main hall did someone finally notice him.

“Hey, who goes there?”

A patrol squad spotted Lu Changsheng. With a casual sweep of his hand, Lu Changsheng sent out a Silkworm Thread Sword that wiped out the entire squad in an instant.

The seven elders are spread across different locations. Hunting them down one by one would be troublesome.

Lu Changsheng briefly considered his next move before deciding to create a disturbance to draw the elders out. The people at the mountain gate likely had no idea what had occurred at Gao Fortress.

Alright.

Having made up his mind, Lu Changsheng scanned the surroundings and spotted a massive boulder. He lifted it and hurled it straight toward the main hall.

CRASH!

After the boulder landed in the hall with a deafening roar, Lu Changsheng stood tall and declared, “I am Zhuang Shisan of the Nanyang Prefecture! I am here to pay my respects!”

The commotion immediately drew all of the sect’s disciples and elders.

“Paying a visit? At this hour? You call this paying a visit?”

“Good, very good, Zhuang Shisan. Our master was just looking for you, and you have delivered yourself instead.”

“Hmph! Even without Master here, the few of us can still kill Zhuang Shisan!”

The elders were overjoyed when they heard that name. That was the man their master had ordered to find, and here he was, seemingly delivering himself on a silver platter. They rushed to the main hall, but when they spotted the giant boulder and saw the state of the hall, their faces darkened.

“So bold of you to barge in here by yourself, just to court death.”

“Zhuang Shisan, did you think you could take advantage of the fact that our master isn’t here? Now that you’re here, you can forget about leaving. Everyone, surround him!”

Many disciples rushed forward at once, but Lu Changsheng kept his composure. Suddenly, one elder noticed the disciple beside him, trembling all over.

“You… Aren’t you Elder Liu’s nephew? Explain yourself at once. What are you doing, standing next to Zhuang Shisan?”

The disciple cast a fearful glance at Lu Changsheng before stammering, “E-Elder… It’s over. Our Blood Fiend Sect is finished. The master… and the eight Organ Refinement elders… they’re all dead!”

The elders and the rest of the disciples frowned, unable to believe what they had just heard.

“What?”

“Impossible, absolutely impossible!”

“Master is a Divine Strength martial artist. Who could possibly kill him?”

The crowd broke into an uproar. They had been waiting a long time for a genius sent from the heavens, someone who could lead them to greatness. Yan Jiansheng was that man, having reached the Divine Strength Realm.

How could he possibly be dead? The idea that someone from Nanyang Prefecture had managed to kill their master was utterly absurd.

“Since you don’t believe it, I shall send you to your master. He’ll confirm it.”

Lu Changsheng could not be bothered to provide any explanations. He merely swept his hand, and blood qi burst forth through the air, coalescing into a crimson blood. Having undergone two rounds of marrow transformation and blood replacement, his Silkworm Thread Sword was capable of annihilating even Organ Refinement martial artists.

“Descend!” Lu Changsheng lightly lowered his hand.

Voosh!

The cloud burst into countless razor-sharp threads that rained down upon everyone, the main targets being the elders.

“Aaagh! How can he possess such fearsome blood qi?”

“Is this guy… Is this guy a Divine Strength martial artist?!”

The hall was instantly filled with wails and terrified screams. Dozens of disciples fell instantly, and blood soon hung thick in the air. Not even the elders survived, not one. Every single one of them was felled instantly by the Silkworm Thread Sword.

Lu Changsheng proceeded to search the corpses, but once again, he found nothing of value. He turned to leave, but as he looked around himself, he realized something.

The history of the Blood Fiend Sect spans over two or three hundred years. They must’ve accumulated many martial arts and techniques. Without new techniques to practice, I have gained very few Perception points recently. I hope the sect’s heritage won’t disappoint.

Lu Changsheng casually grabbed the disciple who had guided him here. “Where does your Blood Fiend Sect store its martial arts manuals? Take me there.”

“Y-Yes, great hero!”

Naturally, the disciple obeyed without question, leading Lu Changsheng straight to the Martial Pavilion. Inside, row upon row of bookshelves were packed with manuals.

Lu Changsheng did not have the patience to pick through them then and there, so he swept all the manuals into several large pouches. However, he did notice a Divine Strength Real secret art—the only one in the sect’s possession.

Blood Crystal Secret Technique? It allows the practitioner to refine a rare treasure known as Blood Crystal and thereby gain ten cauldrons worth of strength.

Lu Changsheng immediately thought of Yan Jiansheng. His strength had also been at twenty cauldrons—most likely because he had refined a Blood Crystal.

With that in mind, Lu Changsheng grabbed the disciple and asked, “Do you know of the Blood Crystal Yan Jiansheng used for his martial practice?”

“B-Blood Crystal? It’s one of our sect’s secret treasures. It’s stored in the hidden vault.”

The hidden vault was right beside the armoury. Lu Changsheng went in and quickly found Blood Crystals. Of course, the Blood Crystal Secret Technique allowed only one crystal to be refined. A second or third would be useless.

The Blood Fiend Sect has a proper foundation, I see…

Indeed, once someone reached the Divine Strength Realm, they could immediately refine a Blood Crystal and gain twenty cauldrons of strength.

However, it all fell into Lu Changsheng’s hands now. He took all five Blood Crystals, then walked out of the base with his pouches. Many of the disciples who had survived watched him in horror, unsure whether they were about to end up like the others.

Of course, since he had eliminated the real threats within the sect, Lu Changsheng had no wish for further bloodshed. After what had occurred that day, the sect would soon splinter and eventually collapse altogether.

He stopped to take a final look at the grand and imposing main hall. It was the symbol of the Blood Fiend Sect, a landmark that had stood firm for two or three hundred years. He drew a deep breath and slowly walked to the entrance. A cold glint flickered in his eyes as he activated the Divine Dragon’s First Transformation.

After gathering all of his strength into his arm, he lifted his hand and brought it down onto the ground.

BANG!

With the mighty strength of twenty-six cauldrons, Lu Changsheng effortlessly punched a large crater into the ground. The incredible force sent cracks rushing deeper into the main hall.

Rumble…

In the next instant, the towering hall shook violently and soon collapsed with a thunderous crash. The disciples were overcome with fear as they witnessed this.

They knew. This was divine strength, true divine strength! This man could shake the heavens with a mere punch. This hall had been the emblem of the Blood Fiend Sect, a symbol of pride, and one punch had reduced it to ruins.

Zhuang Shisan had ruined them all. The destruction of their hall was surely a herald of their sect’s destruction. The disciples stood there in a daze, stupefied.

As for Lu Changsheng, he felt an indescribable exhilaration. He alone had managed to destroy a sect’s base. As expected of the Divine Strength Realm!

Time to go.

He picked up his pouches and vanished from sight with a few nimble leaps.

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