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"Humph, scatter!" Ren Pingsheng looked at the incoming attack and waved his left hand, causing countless droplets of blood to fly up and collide with the martial techniques, creating a deafening roar and stirring up clouds of dust.
"Come in!" Before the residual waves of the explosion had dissipated, he turned the Windscar Sword and unleashed two consecutive strikes with the Wind and Cloud One Sword, invoking Storm Rising. Within two hundred feet, everyone was once again enveloped in it. Countless Wind Blades surged forth, their power three times greater than before.
Some elderly individuals who were already severely injured could not evade in time and were pierced through by the Wind Blades, collapsing helplessly to the ground. In just a few breaths, within the Cloud Mist, their flesh had become indistinct, no longer resembling human forms.
Ren Pingsheng grinned widely and then vanished into the Cloud Mist. Those still desperately resisting the Wind Blade attacks were unaware that death had already arrived. He moved through it like a fish in water, appearing beside an elderly person with each flash, as swift as the wind, with the Windscar Sword leaving behind a trail of blood.
Now that he had activated Killing Heart, dealing with individual Perfected Sect-Level Martial Artists was effortless for him. It was only their combined efforts that posed any trouble.
Screams occasionally echoed from within the Cloud Mist, each one signifying a death. Those Disciples of the Evil Sect who had not entered were terrified, all focusing intently on the Cloud Mist, fearing that Ren Pingsheng might suddenly emerge.
After several breaths, as the Cloud Mist dissipated, more than thirty Zong-level Martial Artists remained, but only ten were left standing, all of them injured. Over twenty others had perished at Ren Pingsheng's hands. The surroundings were littered with corpses—prominent Elders and disciples of the Evil Sect.
"Damn it, how is this person so powerful!" The surviving elders turned pale with fear, especially upon seeing the corpses on the ground; they retreated and grouped together with other disciples. At this point, there were still over twenty people left in the square, but half had already died.
These were Zong-level Martial Artists, not mere Warrior Realm or Martial Master Realm practitioners. They were considered experts among various sects and core figures. To lose over twenty at once was a significant blow even for the Evil Sect.
"Grand Elder, hasn't he arrived yet?" an elder asked expectantly. They had initially thought this would be sufficient to handle the situation but were taken aback by how things had turned out.
"No, we must hold on a bit longer. I suspect this person has used some Secret Technique to achieve such formidable strength. As long as we endure for a while longer, he will weaken. At that point, we won't have to fear him," another elder said half in worry and half in speculation.
"Heh heh, you’re quite right; I did use a Secret Technique, but you could never see it." Ren Pingsheng appeared beside him in an instant and said with a light laugh. Then he flashed his Windscar Sword; golden Sword Qi sliced through the air as that elder felt a tightening in his chest and reacted too slowly to avoid being pierced through the throat by the Sword Light.
"Ah! Kill! Kill him!" Nearby Elders and disciples of the Evil Sect seemed to be spurred into action; one by one they charged forward, intent on eliminating Ren Pingsheng. Indeed, under such circumstances, it was either Ren Pingsheng's death or theirs.
"Boom..." The two sides clashed again in battle, True Qi colliding, martial skills terrifying, and the surroundings were in ruins. What was once the core disciple area, with the Dueling Platform filled with various exquisite buildings, had now turned into a wasteland.
"Hehe, die for me!" An old man seized an opportunity and launched a sneak attack on Ren Pingsheng, his sword aimed to pierce Ren Pingsheng's body. At that moment, he wore a look of surprise, as if blood would soon splatter everywhere.
"Hmph, foolish!" Ren Pingsheng sneered dismissively, showing no concern for the sneak attack.
"Bang bang... How could this be..." The old man's sword struck directly at Ren Pingsheng, yet he did not see the scene of blood splattering; instead, he wore a face of astonishment.
"Hehe, that's why you're foolish." The Ren Pingsheng who had been struck suddenly reappeared unharmed. He chuckled lightly, and as Sword Light swept through, the old man's head fell to the ground.
"Phantom Body..." The old man uttered in disbelief before turning into a corpse.
"You all go accompany him!" Looking at the remaining ten Zong-level Martial Artists, he said calmly. With a wave of his hand, the blood from the old man's body gushed out like a fountain, spraying everywhere.
"Boom..." The astonishing explosion sounded again, clearly heard throughout the Evil Sect. Many disciples who had not left or were watching raised their heads to look towards the mountaintop, speculating about who had won.
"Ah... when the Grand Elder arrives, you will definitely die without a burial place." Among the ten Zong-level Martial Artists, only three remained, each enduring the pain of boiling blood. One old man gritted his teeth and spoke with hatred.
"Grand Elder? Is that your Evil Sect's King-Level Expert?" Although Ren Pingsheng's voice was calm, a hint of hatred flashed in his eyes.
"Haha, that's right. No matter how powerful your cultivation is, you are no match for the Grand Elder. If it weren't for the Supreme Elder being absent from the sect for decades, you would have died long ago. Your sect behind you would also face annihilation."
"Supreme Elder? What? Does your Evil Sect have two King-Level Experts?" He asked in surprise. He truly hadn't considered this question.
"I think you are the foolish one for not knowing about our Evil Sect's most formidable Supreme Elder. That person is just one step away from becoming an Emperor-Level Expert. Haha... even if you escape this time, you will face endless pursuit in the future." He screamed while laughing maniacally.
"One step away from becoming an Emperor-Level Expert? Considering you provided me with this information, I will relieve your suffering." Ren Pingsheng said expressionlessly. After speaking, a Sword Qi pierced through his heart. As for the other two old men who were wailing in agony, he didn't even glance at them.
He gathered the spoils and headed towards the peak of the Evil Sect, which was the power center of the entire Evil Sect. His greatest enemy, that King-Level Expert, was right there.
"This is your Evil Sect's last strength; how could I miss witnessing it?" He carried Tianjiang as he walked and spoke.
"Thief, come and die!" Suddenly, a figure flashed in front of Ren Pingsheng, and a Longsword pierced through with endless sharpness.
"A kid from the Supreme Realm, not bad at all, comparable to those geniuses. I have no enmity with you; why do you want to attack me?" He raised his right hand and caught the sword tip, rendering the attacker unable to advance or retreat, then said with interest.
"Hmph, you Demon, you killed so many of my Elders and Brother Shi from the Evil Sect. I wish I could kill you right now to avenge them." This was a boy who looked about eighteen or nineteen, with a stubborn expression. To have such cultivation at this age, he was undoubtedly a genius.
"Oh, I mentioned before coming here that they should leave. Unfortunately, they didn't leave and wanted to kill me instead. What wrong did I do by killing them? If someone wanted to kill you, what would you do?"
"Don't try to argue; you attacking our Evil Sect is also right? If you hadn't come, they wouldn't have died!"
"Heh heh, but if I hadn't come, it would have been me who died; my sect would have perished. Do you think I could not come? Alright, Little Ones, hurry down the mountain. After today, the Evil Sect will be destroyed. If you want revenge, you're always welcome." Ren Pingsheng smiled as he waved his right hand, sending the young man flying down the mountain.
"Die!" Suddenly another wave of Sword Qi came at him, powerful and incredibly fast. Ren Pingsheng felt it flash before his eyes. The pressure emanating from it stung his eyes.
"Bang..." With a thought, Ren Pingsheng unleashed his Sword Momentum, retreating suddenly. The incoming Sword Qi paused for just a moment, which was enough time. The Windscar Sword flashed out of its sheath and lightly tapped out dozens of sword shadows that struck the incoming Sword Qi.
"Hmph, the Evil Sect really is filled with lowly scoundrels; all they know is ambush!" He took a step back to steady himself and said sarcastically upon seeing the old man appear before him.
"You little thief, you have quite a nerve to dare come alone to the Evil Sect. Today I'll send you on your way!" The aura emanating from this old man grew stronger and was not something an ordinary Perfected Sect-Level Martial Artist could compare to.
"Oh, another Half-Step Monarch. Very well, I'll take care of you!" Ren Pingsheng narrowed his eyes as his own aura became equally formidable. He was not inferior to the old man in any way.
"Kill!" The old man flickered and transformed into countless phantoms. Countless sword shadows came crashing down like a storm, carving traces in the air.
"Trivial Skills, it's time to show your true abilities!" At that moment, he raised his head, his eyes blood-red, and most of his red hair had turned blood-red as well, indicating the activation of Killing Heart's second stage.
He swung the Windscar Sword, and countless gales howled from the Void. A massive Wind Dragon swept across, causing numerous phantoms to vanish, leaving only one true form. The Wind Dragon then turned and charged towards the old man.
"Bang bang..." The old man's expression changed, and with a slash of his Longsword, the Wind Dragon was cleaved in two. Then, countless flames appeared out of nowhere and spread rapidly, surrounding Ren Pingsheng.
"Another Fire's Essence. Unfortunately, I've already encountered this once before! Now I am no longer afraid!" Ren Pingsheng said to himself without fear.
"Slash!" He shouted loudly, and the Wind and Cloud One Sword was already slashing down. Not stopping there, he continued to strike again and again. Within hundreds of feet of the entire Surroundings, Cloud Mist enveloped everything as fierce winds howled. Waves of Wind Blade flashed by, attacking those flames.
Countless Cloud Realm and Fire's Essence consumed each other in this way. The old man was also attacked by numerous Wind Blade. Although it did not cause any real damage, it managed to entangle him for a moment.
"Damn it, Flame Sword, slash!" The old man seemed increasingly annoyed. With a sweep of his Longsword, a fiery red Sword Qi blasted through the Cloud Realm, creating a path before swiftly charging towards Ren Pingsheng.
"Heavenly Sword Style third move, slash!" Ren Pingsheng did not dodge or evade; he struck down with all his might. Unfortunately, the opponent's Fire's Essence was powerful, and the white Sword Qi shattered after only a few moments.
"Hmph, let's see how long you can hold on." He remained unconcerned and continued to slash down again and again. Finally, on the fifth strike, that fiery red Sword Qi was dispersed.
Ren Pingsheng, seemingly unaware, turned his direction to lock onto the old man who had just emerged from the Cloud Realm, slashing down once more with numerous strikes. The entire world trembled as countless white Sword Qi flashed by like lightning.
"Ah... you madman!" The old man blocked the first strike and the second, but the third hit him. Blood splattered into the air, but seeing more waves of Sword Qi rushing towards him made him cry out in fear.
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