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Chapter 309: The Grudge of Annihilation, Revenge for the Clan
This enormous Purple Gold Dragon Claw contained the power of the two supreme thunders, Thunder and Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, along with the spiritual energy of Saint Level Pinnacle within Sun Zhe. The attack power unleashed was already comparable to that of a strong individual at the Initial Stage of Divine Realm. Countless brilliant lights shone forth, and Kuangba's aura surged towards the Xuanwu Great Formation, causing the Great Yuan Sect's Ancient Xuanwu Formation to immediately emit a dazzling glow.
Such a violent attack shocked not only those within the Great Yuan Sect but also Nie Yuan and Martial Law, who followed behind Sun Zhe. No matter how much they overestimated Sun Zhe, they never expected that his current strength could, to some extent, rival that of the Supreme Combat Body.
What a terrifying existence the Supreme Combat Body is! Even a Superpower like Blade Domain might take a millennium to cultivate one. Each Supreme Combat Body is incredibly formidable, yet Sun Zhe has only cultivated for a few years; even if you add up all his lifetimes, it wouldn't amount to a hundred years.
However, just as Sun Zhe shattered the formation, the yellowish light reformed into an enormous Xuanwu that appeared before him, blocking the attack of that Divine Ability. The yellowish back trembled slightly; although there was some swaying, it showed no signs of breaking. Instead, Sun Zhe was knocked back by the rebound force.
"Haha... overestimating yourself... truly overestimating yourself... How could the Ancient Xuanwu Formation be broken by a mere Holy Rank Cultivator like you..."
Seeing Sun Zhe's appearance, everyone from the Great Yuan Sect within the Xuanwu Great Formation burst into laughter. Yet while mocking him, they all breathed a sigh of relief. Their gazes towards Sun Zhe were filled with deep vigilance. Even Tu Hong, the sect master of Great Yuan Sect, was no exception; he resolved not to leave the Xuanwu Great Formation unless experts from Thunder Temple arrived.
Not only these elders relaxed; all the stewards and disciples of Great Yuan Sect also calmed their racing hearts. Since joining Great Yuan Sect, they had grown accustomed to bullying others. Now being pressured in this manner made them feel quite uncomfortable.
"Sword Sovereign, you..." Seeing Sun Zhe being knocked back, Nie Yuan and Martial Law immediately appeared behind him and nervously asked.
"I'm fine... make sure those elders don't escape!"
Looking at those clamoring elders from Great Yuan Sect, Sun Zhe's gaze turned icy as he coldly instructed. Nie Yuan and Martial Law were momentarily stunned but seemed to understand something as they nodded simultaneously, their eyes flashing with a hint of bloodlust.
In an instant, Sun Zhe charged forward again. Just when everyone from Great Yuan Sect thought he would attempt again, Sun Zhe's figure stopped before the great formation. With a wave of his right hand, lights flickered as countless azure figures suddenly appeared before the formation—dense and numerous—counting at least over a thousand.
"This..."
Stunned! At that moment when over a thousand figures appeared before the great formation simultaneously, everyone in Great Yuan Sect was left dumbfounded. Tu Hong couldn't help but gasp in shock and rubbed his eyes vigorously before realizing everything before him was indeed real. These one thousand Azure Figures were actually equivalent to one thousand Reanimation Techniques comparable to Saint-Level Experts!
Even he understood that Holy Rank Reanimation Techniques could only be created from corpses of Saint Level Pinnacle or even Supreme Combat Bodies. Not to mention how precious the crafting method is; just consider how many rare materials are needed to create so many Reanimation Techniques. The presence of these over a thousand Reanimation Techniques represented over a thousand corpses of Saint Level Pinnacle and Supreme Combat Bodies!!!
Does Thunder Continent have so many Saint Level Pinnacle and Supreme Combat Bodies? Absolutely not! Although Tu Hong didn't know the exact number of strong individuals in other sects, as one of the four Sixth-Rank Sects, Great Yuan Sect had fewer than thirty Saint-Level Experts and hardly any Saint Level Pinnacles. This reveals the overall strength of Thunder Continent; yet Sun Zhe suddenly produced over a thousand Reanimation Techniques comparable to Saint-Level Experts.
"Sect Master, this..."
In an instant, everyone in Great Yuan Sect turned pale as death—from the sect master and elders down to every disciple—when Sun Zhe revealed over a thousand Holy Rank Sword Corpses; they all fell into despair helplessly.
Sun Zhe, however, showed no mercy due to the decline of the Great Yuan Sect. The Great Yuan Sect had shown no mercy to the Sun Clan back in the day, not even sparing a single ordinary servant. Moreover, Sun Zhe was never one to be soft-hearted; he certainly would not know what it meant to show mercy towards these enemies.
"The grudge of exterminating my clan, I will repay today by exterminating your sect!"
The cold voice poured from Sun Zhe's mouth like a summons from the Nine Abyss Hell, directly reaching the ears of everyone in the Great Yuan Sect and penetrating deep into their hearts. It carried boundless magical power, eroding the souls of each person present. Even those elders who had reached the Holy Rank could not help but tremble.
As soon as Sun Zhe's words fell, a thousand Holy Rank Sword Corpses appeared before the Xuanwu Great Formation. Before they could attack, under the immense pressure, the giant Xuanwu actively took shape and manifested. Perhaps a single Holy Rank Sword Corpse could not compare to a strong practitioner at the Initial Stage of Divine Realm, but the combined strength of a thousand Holy Rank Sword Corpses far exceeded that of an average Initial Stage of Divine Realm practitioner, capable of contending with mid-level Divine Realm experts and even slightly surpassing them.
With a wave of his right hand, thousands of Holy Rank Sword Corpses unleashed their fists towards the great formation. No matter how strong the Xuanwu Great Formation was, it could only defend against such an assault. Faced with the attacks of a thousand Holy Rank Sword Corpses, it lost its original fierce aura; the massive turtle shell instantly cracked, and the protective formation enveloping the entire Great Yuan Sect collapsed with a thunderous sound.
"Run..."
"Quickly escape! The sect is about to be destroyed..."
The entire Great Yuan Sect was thrown into chaos. The previously devised plans were instantly obliterated. Upon seeing Sun Zhe summon a thousand Holy Rank Sword Corpses, all those so-called plans became impossible. In the face of absolute power, any conspiracy seemed so pale and powerless. What sect glory? What sect rewards? At this moment, everything turned into empty talk; when it came down to it, nothing was more important than one's own life.
"Kill!" A single cold word escaped Sun Zhe's lips as he transformed into a streak of light and charged downward. Following him were Nie Yuan and others along with the thousand Holy Rank Sword Corpses pressing down. Although there were some die-hard loyalists within the Great Yuan Sect, they could hardly stir up any waves against such overwhelming force.
"Tu Hong, you are doomed this time!"
Sun Zhe pressed forward with his right hand and smashed the head of an early-stage Holy Rank elder before him into pieces, blood splattering everywhere. He paid no mind to it and immediately pursued Tu Hong, the sect master of Great Yuan Sect, for Tu Hong was the mastermind behind the tragedy that befell the Sun Family and his sworn enemy.
In the eastern direction of Great Yuan Sect, more than ten people riding flying swords swiftly advanced forward. Their attire revealed them to be from Sword Pavilion, specifically from its inner cabinet.
"This is bad! The protective formation of Great Yuan Sect has been breached! We must hurry!" The leading middle-aged man seemed to sense something amiss; his expression changed instantly as he commanded.
"Yes, sect master!" The more than ten elders behind him responded simultaneously. Among them was also a young woman dressed in white who looked incredibly proud; she resembled a celestial maiden. If Sun Zhe were present, he would surely recognize her.
In the southern region direction of Great Yuan Sect, a group of elders clad in purple robes also seemed to sense something; their expressions changed as they quickly flew forward under the lead of a White-Haired Elder. They were surrounded by flickers of lightning, and their sleeves were embroidered with golden lightning patterns—clearly powerful members of Golden Thunder Sect.
In the western direction of Great Yuan Sect, more than ten Saint-Level Experts riding on demonic beasts also accelerated their speed. Leading them was an elder seated atop a massive Black Tortoise; if Sun Zhe remembered correctly, he might recall who this elder was.
To the north of the Great Yuan Sect lies the Thunder Temple, which dominates the entire continent.
A sudden command was issued, and the long-dormant Earth Spirit Manor of the Thunder Temple gathered a full two hundred Saint-Level Experts. Additionally, there were three powerful individuals who had already reached the Initial Stage of Divine Realm among them.
"Go!" A hoarse voice sounded. An ominous old man in a black robe waved his right hand, and the group immediately boarded a massive black flying ship. It was unclear what materials or treasures this ship was made of, but its flying speed was several times faster than that of an ordinary Saint-Level Expert. A distance of a thousand miles was merely a blink of an eye for it, and its direction was unmistakably toward the Great Yuan Sect.
"Earth Spirit, this matter does not concern you; you'd better not interfere!"
A blue light spread across the sky, and in an instant, the land was replaced by an endless sea. As far as the eye could see, it was no longer the original continent but a vast ocean. The sound of crashing waves echoed, and endless towering waves surged in the water, even replacing the dazzling sun.
Above this boundless ocean stood an old man in a Blue Robe, lightly balanced on top of a wave with his hands casually clasped behind his back. He appeared completely unfazed, yet his aura was enough to instill fear in anyone in the vicinity.
"Sea, did you not declare that you would no longer concern yourself with matters of the temple? Why have you come here instead of staying at the bottom of Qianyuan Lake?"
The black-robed old man's gaze suddenly sharpened, and his previously cold eyes revealed a hint of seriousness. The two hundred Saint-Level Experts and those three Supreme Combat Bodies simultaneously changed their expressions.
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