Leave No One Alive

Chapter 23: Leave No One Alive

Translator: Krukist

"Are you certain?"

Upon hearing Elder Lin's words, Marquis Changlin abruptly stood up, his deep voice resonating through the hall. His imposing figure exuded a heavy pressure, causing the air in the room to solidify.

Elder Lin trembled, his eyes filled with fear. "Y-yes, I'm certain!" he stammered, not daring to delay.

"Lin Yi!" Marquis Changlin's eyes turned cold as he barked a command.

"Your subordinate is here!"

A figure materialized like a ghost in the hall, bowing respectfully to Marquis Changlin. The aura radiating from this figure was unmistakably at the Peak Stage Entering Sovereign Realm.

"Gather the Changlin Army. We march to annihilate those who dare defy us!" Marquis Changlin's voice was laced with murderous intent.

"Yes, my lord!" The figure vanished as quickly as he had appeared.

Marquis Changlin then turned to Elder Lin, his gaze indifferent. "Lead the way. If that person truly killed my son, I will ensure your Lingyun Sect prospers for eternity."

"As you command, my lord!" Elder Lin's face lit up with excitement, his body trembling with anticipation. With Marquis Changlin's promise, the Lingyun Sect's rise to greatness was all but guaranteed. As for the one who had dared to humiliate their sect, they would be crushed to dust.

As Marquis Changlin strode out of the hall, Elder Lin quickly followed, abandoning his fantasies. Once outside, Elder Lin saw the Changlin Army standing in perfect formation before the hall. The overwhelming aura they exuded left him in awe. Each soldier was at least at the General Realm, a testament to the might of an imperial army.

"Hail, Marquis!"

The Changlin Army's thunderous salute shook the entire Lingyun Peak, drawing the attention of all the Lingyun Sect disciples. Many looked on with envy. Though they were sect disciples, their status paled in comparison to these imperial soldiers.

"Move out!"

With a wave of his hand, Marquis Changlin led the Changlin Army in a grand procession toward the valley where the Divine Immortal Sect was located. Elder Lin followed closely, guiding the way.

Meanwhile, Wang Feng was inspecting the newly established headquarters of the Divine Immortal Sect, a satisfied smile on his face. He nodded in approval, praising Great Demon Xuansha's work. The valley had been completely transformed.

At its center, where the thatched cottage once stood, now rose a majestic main hall. Surrounding it were numerous pavilions, and a grand jade-paved road stretched from the main hall to the valley entrance. A vast plaza lay before the main hall, and stone pathways wound through the surrounding hills, each leading to a secluded pavilion. At the valley entrance stood a massive stone tablet inscribed with the words "Divine Immortal Sect."

Though it lacked the ethereal beauty of the Hidden Spiritual Sect Sanctuary, the new base was undeniably grand—far more impressive than the Lingyun Sect's humble abode. It exuded a quiet dignity, noble yet unassuming, with a subtle edge.

Standing beside Wang Feng, Great Demon Xuansha couldn't help but feel a surge of pride. His sense of belonging to the Divine Immortal Sect had grown stronger, and Wang Feng's praise filled him with satisfaction.

"Hmm?"

Suddenly, Wang Feng frowned, his gaze sharpening as he looked into the distance. A cold glint flashed in his eyes.

Moments later, Yaoyue and Great Demon Xuansha also sensed the disturbance, their expressions turning icy.

"Sect Master, they're approaching with ill intent. Shall I intercept them?" Great Demon Xuansha asked, his voice cold.

"Let's go and see for ourselves," Wang Feng said, striding toward the valley entrance. Yaoyue and Great Demon Xuansha followed closely.

As they reached the entrance, a group of figures descended from the sky. At their forefront was a man clad in crimson armor, exuding a sharp, oppressive aura. The surrounding forest fell silent, all beasts fleeing in fear.

"My lord, it's him!"

Elder Lin, standing beside Marquis Changlin, pointed at Wang Feng, his eyes filled with murderous glee. A vicious smile spread across his face.

Wang Feng's gaze turned cold as he recognized Elder Lin. He hadn't paid much attention to the Lingyun Sect members before, but he remembered their elders. He hadn't expected his mercy to be repaid with betrayal.

Noticing Wang Feng's gaze, Elder Lin smirked, drawing a finger across his throat in a clear threat.

"You insignificant ant, daring to use the name 'Divine Immortal'! Tell me, was it you who killed my son?" Marquis Changlin's voice was icy, his arrogance on full display.

Wang Feng remained calm, his expression unreadable. "And who might your son be?"

"I am Marquis Changlin. My son was Lin Yunyi!"

Wang Feng's expression shifted slightly. He hadn't expected the Lingyun Sect to lead Marquis Changlin to him. Of course, he remembered Lin Yunyi—he had ordered Ling Feiwu to kill him.

"So it was you, you vile wretch! I'll tear you to pieces!" Marquis Changlin's rage erupted, his killing intent turning the air frigid. Even Elder Lin shivered beside him.

"Changlin Army, form up! We'll annihilate this sect, leave no one alive!" Marquis Changlin roared.

"Hah!"

The Changlin Army's unified shout shook the heavens. Their combined aura was like a mountain pressing down, suffocating and oppressive.

Clang!

The soldiers drew their swords, their sharp auras converging into a monstrous force, ready to devour everything in their path. Elder Lin stood frozen, barely daring to breathe. The furious Marquis Changlin and the terrifying Changlin Army filled him with dread.

"I must admit, I didn't expect the Lingyun Sect to lead you to me. Yes, I killed Lin Yunyi," Wang Feng said calmly, as if discussing the weather.

"You're dead!"

Marquis Changlin's fury reached its peak. His Mid Stage Sovereign Realm cultivation erupted, shaking the heavens.

Boom!

He thrust out his hand, drawing in the surrounding Profound Qi. His palm glowed with a blinding light as he unleashed a massive palm strike, aiming to crush Wang Feng. The palm print tore through the air, leaving cracks in the void. The sky darkened, leaving only the glowing palm print descending upon Wang Feng.

Marquis Changlin didn't want Wang Feng to die quickly. He wanted to torment him, to make him tremble in fear before his inevitable death.

Elder Lin watched with glee as the palm print descended. The villain who had threatened the Lingyun Sect was finally going to die. He even felt a twisted gratitude—if not for Wang Feng killing the former sect master, he wouldn't have risen to power or gained Marquis Changlin's favor.

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