Slaying the Spirit Bridge and Annihilating the Purple Forest Sect

At that moment, Wang Shouti, who had been seething with rage, was further infuriated by Ye Daocang's mocking words.

"You seek death! Myriad Rivers Return to the Sea!"

Boom!

A powerful blade strike fell from the sky, carrying overwhelming force as it surged directly toward Ye Daocang.

But Ye Daocang remained calm and unmoved. "The same old technique, still weak as ever."

"Green Lotus Sword Technique—Break!"

In a flash, his sword light tore through Wang Shouti's blade energy, stunning everyone watching.

Ye Daocang's momentum surged like a force that could stand for eternity, his sword intent flashing with unmatched brilliance.

"Now, let's see if you can handle one of my strikes!"

Leaping into the air, Ye Daocang ignored the shocked Wang Shouti as his sword energy began to coalesce in the sky.

"Green Lotus Sword Technique—Thirteen Blossoms Bloom!"

Whoosh!

Thirteen green lotuses bloomed one after another, each containing boundless power. This was the second move of the Green Lotus Sword Technique, where each lotus carried the power of the first strike—each one deadly.

As the thirteen green lotuses shattered, thirteen devastating sword lights, filled with earth-shattering sword intent, flew straight toward Wang Shouti.

Ye Daocang's Chaos Dao Body amplified his combat strength to an unimaginable level. Without this body's enhancement, he might have struggled against Wang Shouti, but now, he feared nothing!

Wang Shouti's mind felt like it was tearing apart under the crushing weight of Ye Daocang's sword force. It was as if the sword intent could devour him whole.

Roaring in defiance, Wang Shouti unleashed countless blade lights, trying to resist Ye Daocang's sword.

However, in the face of such absolute power, all of Wang Shouti's efforts were in vain.

Boom!

Wang Shouti was sent flying, unable to withstand the sword intent. Blood spilled from him as his body flew backward, crashing a thousand meters away and creating massive craters in the ground.

Witnessing this, everyone was stunned beyond belief. Their eyes reflected shock and awe as they beheld the scene before them.

In mid-air, Ye Daocang stood tall, his white robes pristine, embodying elegance and power, causing many to bow their heads in respect.

With one hand holding his sword and the other behind his back, his piercing sword intent filled the air, making his dominance unmistakable.

The land around him was scarred with sword marks, a stark reminder of the terrifying power wielded by this unparalleled swordsman.

Ye Daocang's overwhelming presence filled the battlefield. The sword intent that lingered in the air warned all of how formidable he truly was.

Wang Shouti, who had lived for nearly a century, had never encountered someone as terrifying as Ye Daocang. Had he not known Ye Daocang's actual age, he would have thought he was facing a world-renowned prodigy capable of dominating an entire region.

Ye Daocang's sword light shot upward, illuminating the skies for miles around. His cold expression remained as he raised his sword and said indifferently, "This strike will send you to your death!"

Without further words, a flash of chilling sword light appeared, dimming the entire world.

Whoosh!

The terrifying sword light, spanning dozens of meters, hurtled toward Wang Shouti, carrying an unstoppable force and an unparalleled killing intent.

As the sword's power bore down on him, Wang Shouti trembled uncontrollably. In his terrified eyes, the crowd saw a fear they had never seen before.

As the sword light engulfed him, Wang Shouti screamed in terror, his voice filled with despair: "No!!"

His anguished cry echoed through the skies, shaking all who heard it.

When the sword light dissipated, only a lifeless, aged corpse lay on the ground—Wang Shouti, the once-dominant figure of Donglai County, was dead.

At that moment, the crowd was too shocked to speak. The Grand Elder of the Zilin Sect, the man who had ruled Donglai County for decades, had perished at the hands of Ye Daocang.

The entire battlefield fell into a deafening silence.

Ye Daocang floated down, his gaze falling upon the remaining Zilin Sect members, led by their sect master and other Grandmasters.

Seeing Ye Daocang's relentless killing intent, the Zilin Sect members felt a chill run through their hearts. They knew that the Zilin Sect's end was near.

The Zilin Sect's sect master, filled with despair, realized that there was no longer any hope for them.

As if to confirm his fears, Ye Daocang's powerful aura locked onto them.

In desperation, the Zilin Sect sect master shouted, "Everyone, scatter and run! We must preserve some of the Zilin Sect's bloodline!"

With that, he charged toward Ye Daocang, his energy reaching its peak. He intended to sacrifice himself to buy time for the others to escape.

As a leader, he was willing to lay down his life for his sect.

But he was up against Ye Daocang.

"Run? With me here, no one will escape!"

With his Qingyun Sword in hand, Ye Daocang unleashed a strike so powerful that the very sky seemed to tremble, as if it would be split in two.

A flash of cold light followed.

The Zilin Sect sect master's body fell to the ground, disbelief frozen in his eyes.

Even in death, he couldn't comprehend how Ye Daocang had killed him in a single strike. He had thought he could at least block a few moves, but he had been gravely mistaken.

A Grandmaster at the pinnacle of the ninth level, a step away from the Spirit Bridge realm, couldn't even survive a single sword strike from Ye Daocang.

Ye Daocang regarded him no differently than an insect.

In the next moment, the crowd witnessed Ye Daocang's white-robed figure move swiftly across the battlefield. Each flash of his sword resulted in the death of another Grandmaster.

The spectators watched in terror, hardly able to believe what they were seeing.

In just a matter of moments, Ye Daocang had slain nearly forty Grandmasters. None of them even had the chance to flee.

As the setting sun cast a crimson glow over the blood-soaked land, the bodies of dozens of Grandmasters lay scattered, their blood pooling together into a chilling scene.

Amid the carnage, Ye Daocang stood tall and unshaken, his sword in one hand and his other hand behind his back, radiating unparalleled dominance.

At that moment, members of the Ye family arrived on the scene. Upon seeing the dead Zilin Sect members, they couldn't contain their joy.

As always, their patriarch, Ye Daocang, had never let them down.

Ye Daocang remained in place, his gaze unwavering. Although the attacking forces were dead, the Zilin Sect itself still existed. He had no intention of letting them escape.

Moreover, the Zilin Sect controlled nearly twenty percent of Donglai County's resources. If the Ye family could seize those, their overall strength would increase several times over.

"Ye Zhantian!" Ye Daocang's voice rang out coldly.

Ye Zhantian, quickly recovering his composure, stepped forward and bowed respectfully. "Yes, Patriarch!"

"I order you to lead one thousand family elites to annihilate the Zilin Sect and seize all their resources. Anyone who resists is to be killed on the spot!"

Ye Daocang's icy command echoed through the air, both an instruction and a warning to the other factions in Donglai County.

Ye Zhantian's voice boomed with resolve, "Understood! I will obey the Patriarch's command!"

Nodding, Ye Daocang infused his Qingyun Sword with a tremendous amount of spiritual energy before handing it to Ye Zhantian.

"This sword contains a trace of my sword intent. Anyone below the Spirit Bridge realm who touches it will die instantly. Even a first-level Spirit Bridge cultivator can be slain by it."

"Thank you, Patriarch!" Ye Zhantian's morale surged as he accepted the sword.

With that, he led a thousand Ye family warriors and headed straight for the Zilin Sect.

This sight left countless onlookers in utter shock.