The Forsaken's Revenge-Chapter 516: Perishing Together

The rocks exploded, and the woman's body was torn asunder, dissolving into a puddle of pus and blood!

*Hiss!*

The remaining disciples of the Qing Ming Sect were dumbfounded, staring blankly at the Qingyang Swordmaster. This old fiend is too ferocious! He killed our Senior Sister in a single move! And she was a half-step Primordial Spirit cultivator!

"This..."

The other three elders were also stunned. They involuntarily took a few steps back, one by one, fearing the Qingyang Swordmaster might suddenly erupt into a murderous rage.

However, the Qingyang Swordmaster's face was completely calm. He had only just stimulated a mere trace of his Sword Dao domain. Although the woman's strength had reached the half-step Primordial Spirit level, she was still no match for him. Over his years of traveling the world, besides encountering rare treasures, he had also occasionally slain demonic beasts and members of the Demon Race. His strength was no longer what it once was. His cultivation was a hair's breadth from the Body Integration Realm, and the sword technique he practiced was the seventh-ranked peerless sword technique in the entire Immortal Realm! 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

The River of Laws technique Chen Zheng cultivated was merely a sliver from the weakest River of Laws in the Immortal Realm, far inferior to the profound sword technique he practiced.

"We surrender!"

"Senior, spare our lives! We are willing to join the Qingyang Sect!"

"We implore you to take us in, Senior!"

Several Qing Ming Sect disciples came to their senses and dropped to their knees, begging for mercy.

"Too late." The Qingyang Swordmaster shook his head.

BOOM!

The moment the words left his mouth, the Sword Intent around him began to boil.

PFFT! PFFT! PFFT!

The Sword Intent was like a thousand blades. The disciples of the Qing Ming Sect didn't even have time to scream before they were annihilated into dust.

"Master is mighty!"

"Master is incredible!" Chen Zheng shouted in excitement.

"Senior… why… why did you kill them? They… they were just forced to submit to the Qing Ming Sect… Senior, please spare me! Senior!" a woman cried out, struggling to her feet. Her eyes were filled with pleading as she gazed at the Qingyang Swordmaster.

"You call me senior, yet you address me as 'Daojun Senior' and not 'Dao Ancestor'?" The Qingyang Swordmaster eyed the woman with a cryptic smile. He noted her beautiful and distinguished appearance, especially her phoenix eyes, which held a touch of charm. "Who are you? Where do you come from, and why are you impersonating a Qing Ming Sect cultivator? Do you know what a grave offense it is to impersonate a member of my Qingyang Sect?"

As he spoke the final words, the Qingyang Swordmaster's tone grew as cold as ice.

"I…" The woman was stunned.

"Speak! Who are you?! Otherwise, I will annihilate you, even at the cost of my own lifespan!" the Qingyang Swordmaster's voice grew even colder.

WHOOSH!

The woman's beautiful face turned deathly pale, and she retreated again.

"Are you… really my master?" she asked, her voice trembling.

"Cut the nonsense and speak!" The Qingyang Swordmaster frowned, a vague sense of familiarity washing over him. It was as if another young girl had asked him the same question many years ago. He huffed, "You are my disciple. Could I have mistaken you for someone else? I am the Qingyang Swordmaster! You are my direct disciple; how could I possibly be wrong? Could it be you've been bewitched by someone into doing something so foolish?"

"You… you really are my master… I really am… the Qingyang Sect's Holy Maiden, Lin Hongyu…" Hearing the Qingyang Swordmaster's words, the woman burst into tears. She collapsed to her knees and kowtowed. "Disciple pays her respects to Master! And to Uncle-Ancestor of the Qing Ming…"

RUMBLE!

At that moment, a massive roar echoed from within Qingyang Peak.

"Hahaha! We've finally found that little beast!"

"Qingyang Swordmaster! I am the Sect Master of the Qing Ming Sect, the Qingming Sect Master! So you really are here, old man! HAHA! I've finally found you! As long as I capture you and offer you to the sect, I'm certain to receive a generous reward! Qingyang Swordmaster, today you will die!"

"Qingyang Swordmaster, I am Cang Mingzi, the Sect Master of the Cangqiong Sect! You won't escape today, even if you sprout wings!"

"Qingyang Swordmaster, if you surrender obediently, I might grant you the mercy of an intact corpse!"

The next moment, wild laughter erupted from the cave, followed by two terrifyingly powerful auras that surged forth, instantly blanketing an area of a hundred yards. As these auras appeared, the surrounding space began to shake violently. Even the restriction formations of the Qing Ming Sect couldn't withstand the pressure and began to collapse one after another.

"This is bad!"

"The two Supreme Elders! That's the aura of the Supreme Elders!" Chen Zheng's face stiffened as a look of horror washed over him.

"Heh." The Qingyang Swordmaster gave a dismissive laugh. With a casual wave of his hand, a wave of Sword Intent spread out, blocking the collapsing restriction formations. He then stared coolly toward the cave and said scornfully, "Two ants at the peak of the Golden Core Stage dare to cause trouble for me? Don't be impatient; I'll send you both on your way to the afterlife soon enough!"

"Hmph! Qingyang Swordmaster, you're too arrogant! Even with your heaven-defying combat power, the two of us together are more than enough to suppress you!" a sneer echoed from inside the cave.

WHOOSH!

A man and a woman appeared before the Qingyang Swordmaster. The man was an elder dressed in white with an exceptionally burly build. The woman was middle-aged, her face a cold mask, her eyes filled with disdain as she looked upon the Qingyang Swordmaster.

"Supreme Elders of the Qing Ming Sect?" The Qingyang Swordmaster glanced at the pair and shook his head. He suddenly reached a hand toward the cave and made a grasping motion. An ancient longsword appeared in his hand, and the moment it did, the sword momentum around him changed dramatically. He now seemed to be a sharp, unsheathed blade himself.

"A sword… An Artifact Spirit! This is… an immortal weapon! Dammit! He's the Artifact Spirit of an immortal weapon!" The white-robed elder and the middle-aged woman's expressions changed drastically when they saw the ancient sword in the Qingyang Swordmaster's hand.

"Sword Intent!" Chen Zheng roared.

At this moment, Chen Zheng felt a terrifying Sword Intent wash over him, causing him to tremble uncontrollably. Although he was in the Golden Core Stage, his foundation was unstable due to being from a collateral, illegitimate branch of the family, so his combat power was quite poor. In front of the Qingyang Swordmaster, he could only gaze up in awe.

"Go! Quickly, notify the Ancestor and the Great Elder!" the old man shouted, snapping back to his senses as he grabbed the middle-aged woman and tried to flee.

"Trying to run?" the Qingyang Swordmaster sneered.

WHOOSH!

Holding the ancient longsword, he took a single step and gave chase.

"Master, save me!" Chen Zheng was terrified. He scrambled backward, but there was no escape. The Qingyang Swordmaster's speed was beyond imagination. In just a few blinks, he had already appeared before the elder and the middle-aged woman.

SHLIIICK!

A single sword thrust pierced through the old man's body!

WHOOSH!

A head went flying into the air!

"No!" the middle-aged woman shrieked in terror.

But she was a fraction too slow to dodge. The ancient longsword pierced through her throat, and as blood sprayed forth, her eyes bulged wide before she slumped lifelessly to the ground.

BOOM!

With both of them dead, the Qingyang Swordmaster swept his ancient longsword, sending Chen Zheng flying.

"Cough, cough—" Chen Zheng crashed to the ground. He struggled for a few moments before getting to his feet, his eyes filled with terror as he looked at the Qingyang Swordmaster. "Master…"

"Hmph! You scourge of the Qingyang Sect! I have warned you countless times not to provoke the Qingyang Sect, yet you remain obstinately foolish and even collude with our enemies! Today, I shall eradicate this calamity for the Qingyang Sect myself!" a grim, icy voice echoed from within the cave.

BOOM!

The next moment, a loud explosion rocked the inside of Qing Ming Peak.

CRACK!

The Qing Ming Sect's restriction formations shattered completely.

"Hm?" The Qingyang Swordmaster frowned slightly. He reached toward the cave, and as its entrance seal shattered, a figure flew out.

"It's the Supreme Elder! The Supreme Elder has come out of seclusion!" Chen Zheng screamed with excitement.

"Supreme Elder…" The middle-aged woman, who was inexplicably still alive, cried tears of joy.

"Qingyang Swordmaster, you've got some nerve! After killing my disciple and my mount, not only did you not flee, you dared to come here!" The figure stopped and scanned the Qingyang Swordmaster with an ice-cold glare.

"Chen Zheng pays his respects to the Supreme Elder!" Seeing that it was indeed the Supreme Elder, Chen Zheng breathed a sigh of relief and fell to the ground with a thud, kowtowing to the figure.

"I have been in seclusion for a thousand years, and the moment I awaken, you deliver yourself to my door to be devoured! Very well, I shall grant your wish!" The Supreme Elder sneered, thrusting a hand toward the Qingyang Swordmaster and unleashing a terrifying suction force.

"Hmph!" The Qingyang Swordmaster snorted and swung his hand down in a chop.

SLICE!

With that single strike, he severed the Supreme Elder's head.

"What!?" Chen Zheng and the middle-aged woman cried out in shock.

"You… Who are you?!" The Supreme Elder's head fell to the ground, his eyes bulging as he stared at the Qingyang Swordmaster, unable to rest in peace.

"Hmph! An insignificant Nascent Soul Stage cultivator dares ask who I am?" The Qingyang Swordmaster laughed coldly. He pointed a finger, sending a ball of thunderfire into the Supreme Elder's head, which instantly erased the remnant soul. He then retrieved a memory crystal, took the storage ring, and finally kicked the body to pieces. He turned to the other three Golden Core Stage cultivators of the Qing Ming Sect. "You wastes, what are you still standing there for? Scram! Take this garbage with you and get out! I can't be bothered to kill ants like you!"