Chapter 088：Destroy sects

"All right, that's the situation. I have given some of you the opportunity. Unfortunately, you don't know how to cherish it. In that case, then..." ."

At this point, Duan Tianlang paused for a moment and raised his arm. 

As he moved, the sounds of the drawn bows and arrows were all in unison, and the air became even more solemn and menacing. 

"It's time to get started." 

The crowd murmured inwardly, and then they saw Duan Tianlao's arm swinging down, with a single word murmured from his lips. 

"Extinction." 

The word "灭" is like a haunting death-like sound, lingering in the hearts of the crowd. 

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..." 

The terrifying howling sound filled the sky and the earth. Endless arrows flew through the air, blocking out the sky and the sun. In the canyon, arrows fell in unison from all directions. Except for the platform where Duan Tianlao and others were standing, the sky above all other places was covered with arrows that pierced through the heavens, countless and endless. 

Yun Hui Zong, the crowd watched the pitch-black arrows shooting up from above, blocking out the sky. In their eyes, confusion and despair were reflected. 

So many arrows, there is no way to avoid them. And each one, like a shooting star, is extremely swift and fierce. The crimson-blooded cavalrymen are all outstanding figures, none of them are mediocre. 

After a moment, the sound of screams reverberated through the space. Arrows pierced the heads, chests, shoulders and arms of the disciples of Yunhai Sect. The bright red blood stained the canyon red. 

Only those with strong power could withstand the might of these arrows and escape unharmed. However, this was merely the first wave of the attack. 

From the stands above, Nan Gong Ling deflected the arrows flying towards him with his head, turning them into powder. But his eyes closed in pain. He dared not look. Those fallen bodies were all disciples of the Cloud Sea Sect. They had all paid homage to him and admired him. But as the leader of the Cloud Sea Sect, Nan Gong Ling could only watch helplessly as this massacre unfolded before his eyes and do nothing. 

The elders of Yunhai Sect were all suffering from severe eye inflammation and their pupils were filled with bloodthirsty glares. They never imagined that the day of the grand competition of the sect, the most important day of Yunhai Sect, would turn out to be the day of its downfall. 

The first wave of arrows finally all fell, and the blood of the disciples of Yunhai Sect converged into a river of blood, quietly flowing in the canyon. 

On the battlefield of life and death, Lin Feng quietly observed the river formed by the confluence of blood. The dazzling sunlight poured down, shining upon Lin Feng's body. However, he did not feel the slightest warmth; instead, he only felt endless desolation and coldness. 

Among the disciples in the canyon, some closed their eyes forever, some were still struggling desperately while crying out in despair, and some had gone crazy and were roaring wildly. 

If they were born in a previous life, at their current age they should still be in school. 

They have their own parents and brothers. Their future is full of unlimited possibilities. 

When they came to Yunhai Sect, they pursued strength with the aim of living better and being respected on the mainland. 

However, with the command of Duan Tianlang, all the potentialities turned into the death knell. One after another, the lives of the living were extinguished in the sea of blood. 

Lin Feng, his heart has never been so cold, so bone-chillingly cold. Those people were just like him not long ago, full of life and vitality. 

"Whew..." 

He raised his head and let out a heavy breath of stale air, mingling with the bloody atmosphere. His pupils were a dull grey, devoid of emotion or desire, deep and boundless, as if they were bottomless pits. 

In the face of overwhelming power, human lives are like a sheet of waste paper. With a casual tear, they shatter and scatter with the wind, leaving no trace at all. 

This is the reality, an extremely cruel and bloody one. Without strong power backing you up, you are just a tiny insect, and your life is as insignificant as a blade of grass. 

"Let it go..." 

Duan Tianlang's voice rang out again, causing the space to tremble. Those sharp arrows once more emitted the deathly eerie sounds, descending from the sky. 

The cries of agony and the wild shouts of terror rang out, but all to no avail. Under the onslaught of these two waves of arrows, countless lives were lost, especially among the young disciples of the Outer Sect, who were almost wiped out. 

"Ah..." 

A piercing scream rang out, carrying with it an overwhelming sense of guilt and sadness. 

Liu Fei crouched on the ground, looking at the corpses one after another. She held her long hair with both hands. Her beautiful face had lost all its color and was only pale. 

The person who committed the murder was the Red Blood Iron Cavalry, a unit of her father's. 

The person who was killed was a disciple of Yunhai Sect. She was also a fellow disciple of his father, who was a disciple of the same sect. 

But she, like countless others, could only watch helplessly as this scene unfolded before her eyes, her heart rending with grief, yet she was powerless to stop this unspeakably cruel massacre from happening. 

"Fan Han, bring her here." 

Duan Tianlang gave a glance at Liu Fei and said in a cold tone. 

Duan Han gave a slight nod and lifted his foot, walking towards Liu Fei. 

However, at this moment, a figure flashed by and came before him, blocking Liufei's body and standing behind her. It was Lin Feng. 

"Get out of here! If you want to die, don't be in such a hurry to do it." 

Duan Han said in a cold and indifferent tone, with a blank expression on his face. 

But Lin Feng seemed not to have heard what he said at all. He just stared at him, with those cold and heartless grey eyes, quietly observing the father and son duo. 

Massacre countless people, yet remain calm and composed, as if nothing had happened. How cold-blooded must one be to be able to act so calmly and composedly? 

"Huh?" 

Duan Han frowned slightly, and immediately noticed Lin Feng's pair of eyes, those cold and grey eyes, carrying an eerie aura. 

Seeing such a pair of pupils, a chill involuntarily crept up on Duan Han's body. 

"Since you are determined to take your own life, I'll let you do it." 

Duan coldly uttered a word, his face looking pale. He actually felt chilled just by looking at Lin Feng's eyes. This was a disgrace. 

In his eyes, although Lin Feng has some natural talent, that's all. Lin Feng, he doesn't even have the qualification to be compared with him. 

Especially when he saw Liu Fei showing concern for Lin Feng, it made him even more determined to trample Lin Feng underfoot and let Liu Fei see that in his presence, Lin Feng was nothing but a nobody. 

A powerful sword energy fiercely burst out from Duan Han's body. He is the owner of the Sword Spirit Soul. Since childhood, he has been practicing sword techniques and martial arts related to swords. He is extremely proficient in sword skills. Now, even without a sword, he can use his hands as swords. In his eyes, anything can be used as a sword. 

With a palm strike, a powerful sword qi took shape, like a tangible sword, slicing at Lin Feng at will. 

This sword strike didn't even employ any martial arts skills. Liu Fei said that he defeated Lin Feng by taking advantage of his superior martial arts prowess. So he easily dispatched Lin Feng to show off his might to Liu Fei. 

"Broken." 

Lin Feng's body moved, like a gust of wind or a shadow, light and graceful. With his sword in hand, he slashed upward, cutting through the weakest point of that sword energy. 

With his current powerful perception, Duan Hanzhian's sword strike appeared to him as if it were completely materialized. Where the sword energy was strong and where it was weak, it was all crystal clear to him. 

"Snap!" 

A faint sound rang out. The sword energy abruptly dissipated. The sword that Duan Han had slashed out returned to nothingness, vanishing into nothingness. 

However, the sword in Lin Feng's hand was filled with an unyielding and ruthless aura, an aura of death. It continued to ascend, heading towards Duan Han. 

This scene made Duan Han's expression tighten. His right palm trembled slightly. The cold and fierce sword energy roared in his palm and pressed towards Lin Feng's long sword. 

However, the might of the sword did not pause for a moment. It shattered that swordsmanship with its force, and the Death Sword was filled with the intent of death, annihilating everything. 

Duan Han's brows were knitted tightly. His cultivation level was at the fourth stage of Lingwu Realm, which was two stages higher than Lin Feng's. However, at this moment, Lin Feng's single sword strike made Duan Han feel the threat of death. 

The two palms trembled once again, blocking the might of the Death Sword. Duan Han's toes touched the ground and he stepped back a step, avoiding Lin Feng's powerful sword strike. 

"Death." 

Lin Feng's lips moved slightly, and a voice emerged from them. The long sword moved in accordance with its momentum. The lingering aftertaste of the previous strike had not yet dissipated, and a new wave of death energy emerged, emanating from the sword. 

This sword strike flowed naturally and seamlessly, as if it was an inherent part of the movement. The sword's aura became even more piercing, and the sword's momentum became even more expansive. 

"How could it be?" 

Duan Han saw this sword strike and his expression turned incredulous. This sword strike was so perfect. Even he himself couldn't manage to execute such a flawless sword move. 

The sword, swift as lightning and carrying a chilling deathly aura, was so fast that he didn't even have time to use his powerful strength to resist. He could only dodge and avoid its sharp edge. 

"Being able to apply the second sword technique of the Death-Bringer Art to such an extent between the moments of death and life, Lin Feng's talent in martial arts is truly terrifying. Today, he definitely cannot die." 

Bei Lao's attention was always focused on Lin Feng. In Yunhai Sect, anyone could die, but Lin Feng must not die. 

Not to mention that Bei Laoren was neither cruel nor heartless. Moreover, Lin Feng was the hope of the sect. If there was only one person who managed to escape from Yunhai Sect, that person could only be Lin Feng. Even if he himself was extremely powerful, he could still die. 

"Shadow Step." 

Duan Han gave a sharp shout and moved his feet, his pace was incredibly swift. His body was like a shadow, erratic and unpredictable. In an instant, he drifted away from the Death Sword. 

The body stopped. A tearing sound rang out. Duan Han lowered his head and glanced at the torn clothes on his body. A hideous expression flashed across his eyes. 

Lin Feng almost hurt him badly. He even tore his clothes to shreds. 

If he had been a moment slower, that sword stroke just now might have cut right through his chest. 

It was a great humiliation. The man who had reached the fourth level of cultivation in Lingwu Realm was slashed by Lin Feng, who was only at the second level of Lingwu Realm. Moreover, it was Lin Feng who had insulted him, saying that he was unworthy of being compared with him. And it was just now that he had insulted Lin Feng for not being worthy of comparison with him. 

"Your luck is good. However, from now on, I won't continue to play with you anymore." 

Duan Han suppressed his anger and remained calm when he said, "Of course I won't admit that someone who is not worthy of being compared with me could almost have hurt me. It's just that Lin Feng was lucky." He naturally wouldn't admit that someone who was not worthy of being compared with him could almost have hurt him. It was just that Lin Feng was lucky. 

"Your cultivation level is at the fourth stage of the Lingwu Realm, while mine is at the second stage. You defeated me, which means your strength is superior. I don't even have the qualification to be compared with you. Now, you've been slashed by my sword and your clothes are torn. It's because of my luck that you're here. You didn't even try to fight seriously, Duan Han. Don't you think you're too shameless?" 

Lin Feng's lips curled into a mocking smile, his grey eyes filled with icy sarcasm. This statement was like a sharp thorn, piercing right into Duan Han's heart.