Chapter 3 — Grand Master Sister Returns: Tru Di Entire Sect Alone

It seems that your mind has been disturbed by evil things, and you no longer know what your superiors are! Today's matter, the evidence is clear - you only have two ways: One is to kneel down and admit your mistake to Thu Dao, hand over Nhan Hoang Phien, and self-destruct half of your cultivation. Second... let me take action, destroy all of my cultivation, and throw me into the Locked Demon Tower to be a mortal guarding evil spirits for life!" As soon as he finished speaking, Co Nhu Phong and So Mac Uyen immediately smiled proudly, looking at me like looking at a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. “Hand over Nhan Hoang Phien? Self-cultivation? I bowed my head and laughed—the laughter was light at first, but it resonated more and more, bouncing off the stone pillars in the main hall, to the point of shaking all four walls. Everyone was stunned, stunned by my laughter. Tu Van Chan Nhan's face became even more ugly: "What are you laughing at?!" “I laugh at your blind eyes and black hearts.” My laughter suddenly stopped, the murderous intent in my eyes was no longer suppressed and completely erupted. The black gas on Nhan Hoang Phien rushed out, instantly covering the entire public hall. The stone pillars in the main hall engraved with magic control runes were also stained black, as if they were about to crack. “I laugh at you for relying on the crowd and oppressing the weak, twisting right and left. I laugh at you guys... not knowing your own strength." Black energy continuously poured out from my fingertips, quickly condensing into a dozen cold, invisible, murderous swords, floating in mid-air, simultaneously pointing straight towards: Tu Van Chan Nhan, So Mac Uyen, Co Nhu Phong, Lam Thu Dao, and a few people in the hall who loudly cheered and accused me. In just that moment, my divine consciousness wiped out the entire Cloud Tieu Sect. Kim Dan… several names. Nguyen Anh... there is only one. A stinky ant nest. You dare join forces to force me to death? Then today—if we can't invite a true immortal to descend to earth, there won't be a single person leaving here alive! Tu Van Chan Nhan's face changed drastically. He quickly summoned the Jade Sword Protector and stood in front of him: "Lang Suong! You dare to disobey your superiors and subordinates?!” “Disobedient to superiors and inferiors?” I laughed coldly, each sword's murderous aura moved an inch closer, almost piercing the jade sword protecting his body. “You all falsely accused me of stealing pills, forced me to confess, forced me to abandon my cultivation, and demanded to take away my treasures. The people down there followed along, mocking me, spitting blood at me—since when do you have the qualifications to talk about hierarchical etiquette with me?!” As soon as my voice fell, the cold air in the hall dropped significantly, to the point that the candle in the lantern trembled. The air stagnates. One by one, everyone stiffened in place, not daring to move. “Today— Either all of you kneel down, admit your mistakes, and admit to slandering me. Or..." I stopped, my cold eyes glanced around, my voice fell as light as a feather, but as powerful as a thousand-pound palm: "Or I kill you all - so that this Van Tieu Tong... can change to a new owner." Just releasing a ray of pressure from the Mahayana realm made Tu Van Chan Nhan unable to breathe. His face was as gray as ash, but he still tried his best to scream: "Lang Suong! You dare to attack me?! You are the master who destroyed the ancestors! Aren't you afraid that the entire cultivation world will be surrounded and killed?!” Next to him, an elder of the Law Enforcement Hall saw the sect master being oppressed, immediately shouted loudly, pulled out his long knife and rushed forward. The blade's body was filled with late-stage Kim Dan spiritual energy, carrying a murderous aura that slashed straight back my side: "You harsh! How dare you disrespect the sect master! Today, this old man will act on behalf of heaven and kill a harsh demon like you!" Behind her, several mountain masters also immediately followed, some casting spells, some summoning magic weapons, chanting "protect the sect's rules", "purge the rebels"... Just like those who had just twisted black and white, slandered and punished, in the blink of an eye turned into fierce justice. I looked at the clowns dancing on the stage, the corner of my lips curled up into an icy curve. Nhan Hoang Phien gently rotated in my hand. The murderous sword aimed at True Man Tu Van suddenly changed direction—so fast that no one had time to react. “Phew ——” The dark sword energy pierced the dantian of the Dharma Enforcement Hall elder. The long knife in her hand fell to the stone floor with a cold clang. She widened her eyes and lowered her head to look at her stomach—black energy was constantly flowing out of there, quickly swallowing up all the vitality in her body. Before he could scream, his body fell limp, his life completely gone. As soon as his soul left his body, Nhan Hoang Phien shook slightly and was sucked straight into the flag. The entire flag trembled slightly, emitting a dark, sparkling light, as if in extreme excitement. The entire street immediately fell silent. The wind masters who had just shouted "punish evil cultivators" had pale faces, their hands were stiff in mid-air, and the talismans and magical weapons had forgotten to activate. The disciples, who were still screaming and following along, now shrunk their necks and curled up, not daring to breathe loudly. Some people even had weak legs and quietly took a few steps back, their eyes filled with fear. So Mac Uyen's face immediately turned pale, and Kim Dan's aura within him was also more than half scattered. He looked at the body lying on the ground, his voice trembling: "You... you really dare to kill someone?" The voice trembled like a leaf, in the eyes that once carried the majesty of a Kim Dan elder, now there was only a thick fear that could not be dissipated. His eyes were tightly fixed on the body of the Dharma Hall elder. The black aura was still creeping in from the seven holes in her body. Her appearance, which was initially considered dignified, was now shrinking little by little, visible to the naked eye. Even the exposed knuckles were as dark as dead ash, as if something had been gnawing away from the inside out. I bowed my head, my hand gently caressing a corner of Nhan Hoang Phien - cold, but with a burning temperature as if it had just swallowed the living soul. Raising my head, my eyes swept over the dumbfounded people in the palace, finally stopping on the pale face of So Mac Uyen. My tone was calm, as if I was asking about something that had nothing to do with me: "Murder? So what? Do you want to take revenge on her behalf?" “You… you are crazy!” So Mac Uyen took a step back, the Jin Dan spiritual energy in his body seemed to be scattered—now he was nothing more than a terrified mortal. "The sect will not forgive you! The cultivation world will not tolerate you, you evil cultivator!" “Evil practice?” I snorted coldly, Nhan Hoang Phien flew without wind. A black gas like a python shot out, rolling straight towards Wind Master Long Thu Phong cowering in the far corner. Just now, he was the one who took the lead in shouting "evil spirits must be eliminated", "evil spirits must be killed", standing next to So Mac Uyen and shouting for me to kneel. The Long Thu Phong Master's face turned pale as he panicked and took out his magic weapon The Fire Lotus Shield stood in front of him. But when the black gas collided, the shield that was praised for being able to withstand a blow from the Nguyen Anh period immediately made a terrifying crack - cracking like a spider web. The black gas went straight into the dantian. “Ah ——!”