Just as Madam Wang Xinyi was about to step outside,
Boom!
A figure descended from the sky like thunder crashing into the earth.
The ground shattered, cracks spreading in all directions as dust and debris rose into the air.
Elder Wu Shen's pupils shrank violently.
"You!" His voice trembled with disbelief. "You're that man from the other day! The one the Sect Master frightened away!"
The figure slowly lifted his head.
It was Mo Wu.
"So you still remember me," Mo Wu said coldly.
"Good."
His eyes burned with hatred as his expression twisted into something feral.
"You and your trash sect humiliated me that day," he roared.
"Do not worry, today, I will make you all pay!"
His voice echoed like thunder.
"So that no sect will ever dare disrespect me again!"
"Aaahhhh!"
Mo Wu drew his sword.
In an instant, a terrifying demonic aura exploded outward like a storm.
The sky darkened.
The air itself seemed to scream.
Elder Wu Shen's body began trembling uncontrollably.
Why… why am I shaking? he thought in panic.
He's only at the early stage of Foundation Establishment. I'm already in the middle stage…
Then his gaze fell upon the sword in Mo Wu's hand.
His breath caught.
No… it's not him.
It's the sword.
"Oh?" Mo Wu noticed his reaction and laughed darkly.
"It seems you recognize this blade."
His laughter was sharp, almost mad.
"Do you know how many lives this sword has devoured?" Mo Wu asked slowly.
Elder Wu Shen's face turned deathly pale.
"That aura…" he muttered. "This sword… it's forbidden."
"Yes," Mo Wu replied proudly.
"This is the Heaven-Devouring Demon Sword."
The surrounding cultivators felt their blood turn cold.
"It is the strongest demonic sword from eight thousand years ago," Mo Wu continued.
"It chooses its own master. No one may wield it unless acknowledged."
He raised the blade slightly.
"It chose me."
His lips curled upward.
"Because I am the next Sect Master."
The killing intent erupted like a raging flood.
"Set the formation," Mo Wu ordered calmly.
In an instant, enemy cultivators moved.
Runes ignited across the sky.
A massive formation descended, sealing the entire Eternal Flame Sect.
The heavens were locked.
The earth was sealed.
No one could escape.
Elder Feng Lu stepped in front of Madam Xinyi without hesitation, blocking incoming attacks.
Disciples clashed desperately on all sides, cries of pain echoing through the sect.
Elder Ziyan and Elder Tan Si remained in secluded cultivation, on the verge of breakthrough, completely unaware of the catastrophe unfolding outside.
Madam Xinyi clutched Wang Fang tightly as Elder Feng Lu escorted her through the chaos.
But,
The formation fully closed.
"There's no way out…" Xinyi whispered, her face pale.
Elder Feng Lu examined the formation rapidly, his expression growing heavier.
"I'm afraid not, Madam," he said grimly.
"This formation is extremely advanced."
At that moment,
A cold laugh echoed through the air.
"So you were trying to escape?"
A tall figure stepped forward.
Elder Hei Zun, one of the Heaven-Devouring Demon Sect's hall elders.
His gaze locked onto Wang Fang.
"We are killing everyone related to the Eternal Flame Sect," Hei Zun said cruelly.
"Especially those of the bloodline."
He drew his sword, pouring Qi into it.
Slash!
A massive sword wave, over five hundred meters long, ripped through the air, tearing straight toward them.
Elder Feng Lu reacted instantly.
He took out a protective artifact and activated it at full power.
Boom!
The sword wave slammed into the barrier.
The artifact shook violently, cracks spreading across its surface.
"Can't even withstand a single strike?" Hei Zun sneered.
Then his eyes narrowed.
"Oh? You're unarmed?"
He paused, staring closely.
"…I see. What an astonishing artifact."
A dark chuckle escaped his lips.
"You're surprised too, aren't you? It truly is impressive."
Then,
Hei Zun leapt high into the air, charging straight toward them.
At the same time, Elder Feng Lu secretly activated sound transmission.
"Elder Mu Ziyan," he said urgently,
"Come immediately. We need you to break the enemy's formation."
A calm voice responded.
"Understood. I'm on my way."
Elder Feng Lu clenched his teeth and tightened his grip.
We must hold
Even if it costs our lives