The Sacred Leaves Family's Wishes for Peace-Chapter 439 - 557: Kill Them All—Leave Not One Alive

Chapter 439: Chapter 557: Kill Them All—Leave Not One Alive

Chapter 557: Kill Them All—Leave Not One Alive

Earlier, Xiang Kuang had stationed several Saint King–level experts near the Skysphere Chamber of Commerce to monitor the movements of its enforcers.

The moment word came that those enforcers had once again left the city together, Xiang Kuang wasted no time. He immediately led his men into Hangzhou.

Out of caution, the scouts had not followed too closely, lest they expose themselves. As a result, they did not know the enforcers’ exact location—only that they had headed toward the North Sea archipelago.

"North Sea again?" Xiang Kuang sneered, killing intent boiling in his chest. "Perfect. Then we’ll settle our score right there."

The humiliation of the previous ambush still burned fresh in his mind.

Seven Kings City had existed for countless years. When had they ever suffered such a loss—forced to flee like beaten dogs?

This debt had to be repaid in blood.

At Xiang Kuang’s side stood Liu Lian, and behind them followed more than twenty powerful cultivators.

These were not nameless rabble.

They were elites of Seven Kings City—many of them sons, heirs, or close companions of the Seven Kings themselves.

Among them were ten Saint Kings at the Great Perfection stage, only a single step away from the Emperor Realm. The remaining dozen or so were all Saint Kings as well, none weaker than the fourth layer.

Such a lineup was terrifying.

As long as no Emperor intervened, they could sweep aside any force below the level of a hegemonic faction without resistance.

The group spread out in a straight line, their divine senses fully unleashed.

Like an invisible tide, their perception swept across the sea and islands below, covering a radius of millions of miles. Nothing—neither living creature nor fluctuation of spiritual energy—could escape their scrutiny.

They searched methodically, advancing like a tightening net.

The North Sea was vast, but with their speed and numbers, it quickly shrank before them.

Before long—

"I’ve found them!" someone shouted.

Xiang Kuang’s eyes flared with murderous light.

"Kill them!" he roared. "Leave not one alive!"

His killing intent surged skyward, thick and tangible, as though the air itself had turned viscous with bloodlust.

In the blink of an eye, their figures streaked forward.

They descended upon the island like a storm.

Before the Skysphere Chamber enforcers could react, the Seven Kings City experts had already encircled the entire island.

To prevent even a single survivor from escaping, they immediately produced jade pillars engraved with ancient runes.

One after another, the pillars slammed into the surrounding void.

An ancient formation activated.

Buzz—!

Brilliant light surged upward as intersecting beams connected, forming a massive inverted dome that sealed the island beneath it. Space itself was locked. Escape was no longer possible.

At that moment—

The laughter on the island abruptly ceased.

Fang Hao and the others, who had been drinking freely moments ago, finally sensed that something was wrong.

Their intoxication evaporated in an instant.

All of them shot into the sky, faces dark with fury.

"Who dares disturb our gathering?!" someone shouted.

"Courting death!"

But when they clearly saw who stood outside the formation, their expressions changed instantly.

Pale.

Rigid.

Frozen.

The enemy lineup was overwhelming.

Ten Saint Kings at Great Perfection.

Fourteen more Saint Kings.

Not a single weakling among them.

Even if the enforcers doubled their own numbers, they would still stand no chance.

Fighting was impossible.

Escape was the only option.

Yet now—

The ancient formation sealed heaven and earth.

They could neither fight nor flee.

The bald, burly man forced himself to speak, his voice low and tense.

"What is the meaning of this?"

He knew it was a pointless question, yet his mind raced desperately, searching for any path to survival.

Xiang Kuang laughed coldly.

"The meaning?" he said mockingly. "Have you already forgotten how you ambushed me here? How you chased me down like dogs?"

His eyes burned with hatred.

He had spent his life plundering others, but never—not once—had he been reduced to such a miserable state.

That humiliation was unforgivable.

Liu Lian stepped forward impatiently.

"Brother Xiang, don’t waste words with them. Kill them now. The longer this drags on, the more variables we risk."

Seven Kings City was far from here.

But the Skysphere Chamber of Commerce had branches everywhere.

If even one distress signal escaped, reinforcements would come—and then the outcome would be uncertain.

Xiang Kuang raised his hand sharply.

"Brothers," he commanded, "slaughter them!"

No further words were needed.

The Seven Kings City experts charged forward in unison.

With the ancient formation in place, they could enter and exit freely, while the enforcers were trapped like fish in a barrel.

From the moment the battle began, the outcome was already decided.

"What do we do?" Fang Hao transmitted urgently.

A middle-aged Earth-tier enforcer skilled in talisman arts replied grimly, "I have a supreme-grade formation-breaking talisman. Hold them off. If I can shatter the formation, we might escape."

"Hold them off?" the bald man snapped. "Against ten Saint Kings at Great Perfection?!"

The talisman master roared back, veins bulging.

"Then die here if you want!"

Before another word could be exchanged—

Boom!

The first clash erupted.

A Human-tier enforcer at the front was instantly overwhelmed. In less than a breath, his body shattered into blood mist.

Everyone’s heart clenched.

Only then did they truly realize—

This was a battle for survival.

There was no retreat.

No mercy.

Fear of death stripped away all restraint.

One by one, they unleashed their hidden trump cards.

Forbidden techniques.

Life-saving artifacts.

Ancient talismans.

Everything they had been saving for emergencies was thrown into the fray without hesitation.

Under the combined desperation of survival and reckless expenditure of treasures, the enforcers erupted with astonishing force.

Against all odds, they withstood the first wave.

But the cost was steep.

Fang Hao—the weakest among them—was already heavily wounded, blood spilling from his mouth.

No one moved to help him.

If an escape path opened, they would abandon him without hesitation to buy themselves time.

Xiang Kuang noticed the formation flickering.

His eyes narrowed sharply.

"Stop them from breaking the formation!" he roared.

The talisman had embedded itself into the array. Runes shattered. The dome of light dimmed, slowly weakening.

If they were given more time—

Some of them might escape.

Boom—!

The second wave came down like divine punishment.

The sky twisted. Light cascaded like a collapsing galaxy. The pressure alone crushed the island below, splitting it apart.

Blood sprayed.

Five Human-tier enforcers died instantly.

One Earth-tier enforcer was gravely injured, his body torn apart.

Before anyone could recover—

The third wave descended.

A final, overwhelming blow.

"No—!"

Despair flooded their hearts as the attack fell like a collapsing sky.

But despair did not last long.

Because in the next instant—

They were all annihilated.