Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 714 The killing begins!

The cultivation world is a cutthroat arena of deceit and treachery, where might makes right.

Under the laws of heaven and earth, life and death are but fleeting moments.

The deaths of tens of thousands of cultivators every day are as common as crushing ants.

The path to immortality is long and arduous, paved with countless bones. What does it matter if a few people die?
However, these are just a few insignificant pieces sacrificed on the Heavenly Chessboard.

However, Kinmen today has become a bloody footnote to this tragedy.

The echoes of the "Spicy Heavenly Forest" incantation still lingered in the mountain valleys, while the might of the Divine Conquest of the Supreme God had already poured down like a world-destroying torrent.

The Hundred Refinement Platform groaned and crumbled under the twisting repulsive force, black stones flew away, and cracks spread like a spider web.

A deafening roar pierced the sky, and Kinmen's proud palaces and pavilions were swallowed up by the tsunami like sandcastles, instantly turning into dust and scorched earth.

Smoke and dust filled the sky, mixed with the piercing screams of the dying—severed limbs and remains were scattered everywhere, and the stench of burning and blood mingled together to create a living hell.

Before the lower-ranking disciples could even cry out, their bodies exploded in the violent repulsive force field, turning into a shower of blood.

At the heart of the destructive storm, seven figures, like remnants struggling on scorched earth, barely clung to their last breath—the pinnacle of Golden Gate's power and cultivation, devoid of any dignity.

Sect Leader Li Suanming, the unassuming leader of the Golden Gate, was now like a stray dog ​​with its spine shattered, slumped amidst the ruins of the broken jade chair. His once magnificent Taoist robe had been torn to shreds by an invisible force, half of his body was unnaturally collapsed, charred ribs pierced through his flesh, and fragments of his internal organs mixed with dark, stagnant blood kept gushing from his mouth.

His cloudy old eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at the void ahead, as if his soul had already been squeezed out of his body by that repulsive force.

The Second Elder, Li Cha, was closest to the center of the destruction and suffered the most severe impact. His withered old face was completely flattened by the terrifying force, his left eye became a bursting blood hole, while his right eye was strangely frozen in horrified madness.

His right arm was gone at the root, the cut was charred black, and fresh blood was gushing out from the charred edges.

If he hadn't given the defensive magic weapon, the Ink Scale Shield, to his son, he probably wouldn't have suffered such severe injuries.

All I can say is that it was fate.

My son, my son!

Li Cha was so engrossed in the grief of losing his son that he completely forgot about the formidable enemy hovering overhead.

The other five elders were scattered around the edge of the scorched pit, like discarded tattered sacks.

Some people had their arms charred and twisted backwards; others had their lower bodies buried deep in the rubble, with only their upper bodies still twitching weakly, blood and foam spurting from their mouths and noses mixed with fragments of internal organs; still others were cut in half at the waist, their lower halves nowhere to be found, their upper halves dragging charred intestines, leaving glaring bloody marks on the ground.

The wails were faint, like the buzzing of mosquitoes, yet they sounded particularly jarring against the deathly silence of the ruins.

Of the young people, only Han Feng and Su Su are still alive.

Even Li Hu, who possessed the Ink Kirin Shield, was killed in a tragic manner.

Han Feng seemed to have been "blessed" by heaven, as he was positioned precisely at the weakest edge of the shockwave.

Even so, his clothes were torn to shreds, his body was covered with fine cuts and wounds, bleeding profusely, and he was weak and listless.

He knelt on the ground, supporting himself with the broken sword, coughing violently. Each cough brought out dark red blood clots from his internal injuries, and his handsome face was contorted with pain.

In the center of this hellish landscape of absolute death, the only pure land appears so eerie—Su Su stands alone, bewildered.

The aftershocks of the explosion made her faded blue Taoist robe flutter in the wind, yet miraculously it remained unstained by any dust or blood, as if an invisible barrier had shielded her from all the filth and destruction of the outside world.

She was like a white jade statue suddenly placed in the center of a hellish inferno, her cold face a pure, incomprehensible blank.

His eyes were wide open, but his pupils were empty and unfocused, reflecting the mangled remains of Second Elder Li Cha, the charred bones of the Sect Leader, the various shapes of "elders" scattered on the ground like rotten flesh, and the blood-red dust that filled the sky. Fang Yu hovered in mid-air, looking down at the purgatory he had created with his own hands, the violent aura of destruction still not completely subsided.

His lips seemed to twitch slightly, as if he was about to speak—

A sudden change occurred!

“Ahhhh——!!!”

A roar that was not human, filled with pent-up resentment and madness accumulated over thirty-eight years, suddenly exploded out!

It's Han Feng!
He ignored his own serious injuries, as if possessed by some kind of demon, using the broken sword he was supporting as his only fulcrum, and his body erupted with the last frenzy of his life!

Like a javelin burning with his soul, he lunged madly at his own father, Li Cha, who lay paralyzed in a pool of blood, in a posture of near-mutual destruction!

A flash of cold light!
Pfft——!
A blood-stained broken sword, carrying all of Han Feng's hatred and power, plunged viciously into Li Cha's side abdomen!
The location wasn't fatal, but it was ruthless enough!

"Huh?! Bastard!!" Caught off guard, Li Cha was in so much pain and shock that his only remaining eye bulged out, letting out a muffled, venomous roar.

The near-death experience ignited the final beastly instincts of the Core Formation cultivator! He didn't even think about why! He simply retaliated instinctively! His withered left hand, carrying its last strength and sharp metal-elemental energy, struck Han Feng's heart with lightning speed, like the stinger of a dying scorpion!
puff--!
The same dull thud as a blade piercing flesh! But the location was precise and fatal!

The madness on Han Feng's face froze instantly. The excruciating pain made his body stiffen abruptly. He looked down at the withered yet hard hand that belonged to his father, which was still stuck in his heart. The force was still there, and it had even crushed half of his beating heart!

Li Cha gasped for breath, blood gushing from his mouth: "You beast."

"Cough cough...ha." Blood gushed from Han Feng's mouth and nose. His eyes, a mixture of madness, pain, and relief, were fixed on his father's狰狞 (zhengning - ferocious/hideous) old face. With his last strength, he hoarsely and tragically shouted out the blood feud buried for thirty-eight years:
"You old beast! You...you raped my mother back then! You made her suffer for thirty-eight years, wishing she were dead, just to give birth to me! I, Han Feng, have endured this humiliation and waited for this day!!"

A twisted smile, a mixture of pain and manic ecstasy, stretched across his face, blood and foam gushing from his lips: "God has helped me! Hahahaha!" His laughter abruptly ceased, like a broken string.

His body convulsed twice, his arms fell limply to his sides, and he and Li Cha, who was also suffering from shattered heart meridians and rapidly losing his life force, this pair of sworn enemies who fought to the death, were like two piles of rotten garbage, frozen together in the cold, scorching, blood-soaked earth.

"Clap clap clap!"

Fang Yu applauded Han Feng, "That's a real man!" Then he looked at the remaining people, "Anyone else want to perform? If not, I'm going to eliminate them completely!"

Just as Fang Yu was about to make his move, two people suddenly flew in from the horizon!
On the left, the thin Taoist priest.

On the right, an old man is being carried by the thin Taoist priest!

Seeing that the Golden Gate had become like this, the old man hurriedly flattered the thin Taoist, saying, "Master! The Golden Gate is destroyed. Why don't you come down the mountain with me, seize the position of the Seven Mysteries Sect Leader, and live a carefree life as an immortal? Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

The skinny Taoist sneered, then threw the old man toward Fang Yu, looking as if he wanted to watch the old man fall to his death!
Just as the old man was about to land, he was suddenly bounced back by a repulsive force and landed steadily!

This left the audience dumbfounded.

What's the situation?
The old man involved also felt baffled.

My revered master, whom I have worshipped for so long, wants to kill me.

And a "deity" who destroyed Kinmen saved him?
Fang Yu turned to the old man and asked, "Hey, you just mentioned the Seven Mysteries Sect? Let me ask you, did you take on a disciple named Han Li?"

Doctor Mo was taken aback at first, then quickly replied, "That's true! I do have an apprentice named Han Li!"

"Oh, okay, you can go now. Don't forget Han Li's newbie gift pack."

"what?"

(End of this chapter)