The little princess of the Immortal Feng clan.

Wu Long, stepped forth. His eyes scanned the halls.

Suddenly two whistles sounded, as two old men flew through the air at unimaginable speeds.

Wu Long calmly waited, meeting them with a haughty look.

The two guarding elders were stunned, how could a stranger appear so suddenly from their treasure hall.

One elder peeked behind Wu Long's thin, yet overbearing figure, and he began to tremble.

The treasure hall that had gathered the countless resources collected by their ancestors for a thousand years was completely empty.

He felt his heart bleed, it wasn't as if he never imagined doing the same thing, yet without the gall to do such a thing, he was left stunned in rage and dismay.

He glared at Wu Long, yet more pressingly he felt immense greed. He pondered upon the treasures on Wu Long, furthermore what kind of treasure could hold and hide all of the items in the treasure hall.

Snorting, he waved his hand creating a heavy pressure.

He waved his hands, and jumped forward, greed devouring his head.

Wu Long gazed at the Martial expert rushing towards him. Even before gaining his memories, he could easily dispatch such a being, not to mention now.

He took out a sword from the Inverse Heaven orb, and swung it in one simple short stroke.

The elder who was previously flying towards Wu Long stilled, he then due to inertia began to fall forward.

The elder then began to split apart down the middle, and the result was a fountain of blood rising upwards cloaking the other elder and Wu Long.

Wu Long gazed without meaning, he wasn't too bothered about the Inverse Heaven sect. He was going to destroy it in place of a memorial tomb for his master, and also loot them of their Yin cauldrons. They could be quite useful.

Wu Long stepped forward towards the stunned elder who followed the first.

He began to retreat as fear struck his mind.

Wu Long simply stroked the sword again, and the second elder split in half from side to side, his guts spilling forth.

Wu Long, jumped up the cliff where the treasure hall was. He jumped incredibly high into the air, and summoned his Dharma Idol. He sank onto the enlarged Dharma Idols head.

His Dharma Idol, whichcould change shape just like others, stood tall like a god.

The shadow was stolen from the world, and the mountain where the sect stood began to see mass panic.

Wu Longs sharp eyes found Tian Yinzi, and Tian Hua. Both in a sorry shape.

Wu Long snickered, and spoke, his voice boomed like thunder, directly sending some of the weaker disciples straight to the ground.

Everyone in the sect looked in terror, as they saw something beyond their comprehension.

Some even believe a true God had descended.

Wu Long spoke, "Why hello, my dear fellow disciples and elders. Sect master Tian Yinzi, junior Wu Long, former disciple of the Inverse Heaven sect, and student of Lin Fan, has come to pay reparations towards you."

Tian Yinzi began to tremble, regret and fear flashed in his eyes.

Yet Wu Long didn't care anymore, his words were wasted on these bunch of trash in his opinion. He had to hurry and steal Ye Zheng's opportunities. Especially the one he was going to now.

With a sweep of his Dharma idol, a hundred pretty, and dull faced girls flew from the sect.

Yin cauldrons.

Wu Long, looked forward to one of his mantras tricks with these cauldrons.

He then gazed at the place he had lived for a number of years, where the warm memories of his master and his existed. A pain struck his heart, but more resolute was the hatred towards those who ruined this memory.

He couldn't see his master, and so this place that stole him away in his opinion deserved to be destroyed.

Tian Hua was begging, as were countless others. They understood the divide in strength between Wu Long and them, but Wu Long never even listened.

Memories flew past like a river in his mind, and a single tear trickled down his cheek.

He waved his hand, and the palm of his Dharma idol fell.

It shook the earth, and the sky faltered.

The entire mountain roared, as it was flattered, and a plume of blood rose.

The blood coiled, as the angry spirits of those martial artists all dying, set to bore a evil spirit.

Wu Long took a deep breath, and the blackened gas that had soon formed was sucked inside his body.

"An evil spirit, although out of my plans, it's not bad. I'll use this hatred and malice, to further fuel my Cultivation. The Phantom monarch rhyme should be able to support the Cultivation of Evil spirits."

Wu Long then slowly fluttered down, his Dharma Idol dissipating slowly back into his forehead as he grew closer to the ground.

Wu Long sank to his knees, his hit his head three times against the ground.

"Master, your disciple offers this sect as a sacrifice! Please live a good life without such a troublesome disciple in your next life! Please wish me well!"

He stood up, and a smile escaped his lips as faint sparks of light flew up and covered him.

They spun around him, slowly rising through the clouds.

Wu Long stood in place for a long time.

Eventually sighing, and departing.

He whistled loudly and from the sky a great eagle appeared, it's size comparative to a house.

Wu Long gently pat the eagles head.

"Lightning, let us go. We must capture the little princess that gave so much help to that bastard."

The eagle called loudly, and lowered it's head.

Wu Long leaped up, and sat atop the eagle which then jumped into the sky, and flew away at an unbelievable speed.