PDLP Chapter 480 Debt Collection at the Door: Using Killing to Stop the Evil
Chapter 480 Debt Collection at the Door: Using Killing to Stop the Evil
Hundred Fiends Sect.
In front of the mountain gate, the disciples guarding the mountain were so bored they were about to doze off when suddenly a figure appeared on the horizon.
The disciple guarding the mountain suddenly awoke with a start and shouted, "Get down! You're not allowed in front of the Hundred Fiends Sect..."
Before he could finish speaking, an extremely sharp sword light slashed through the sky, as fast as lightning, pointing directly at him.
The moment he felt a chill in his throat, he widened his eyes and finally saw clearly that the newcomer was dressed in black and white, the signature attire of the Hundred Swords Pavilion.
He wondered why people from the Hundred Swords Pavilion, who were hundreds of thousands of miles away, would suddenly appear here.
This doubt, like a flickering candle, was extinguished in an instant in the darkness.
"The Hundred Swords Pavilion has come to collect a debt!"
A sound rang out, causing the mountain gate archway to tremble slightly.
The owner of that voice was none other than Chu Lengyu. She still possessed the appearance and voice of a sect leader, with a cold and stern face and eyes like swords, staring straight ahead.
The three elders were cultivating within the sect when they sensed the unusual activity at the mountain gate and arrived in an instant, riding their escape light.
They looked at Chu Lengyu, their faces full of surprise and wariness.
The Hundred Fiends Sect and the Hundred Swords Pavilion are both second-rate sects under the Thousand Mist Sect. Although they live next to each other, the relationship between the two sects is complicated and full of grudges and entanglements.
The three elders exchanged glances, secretly speculating: as the saying goes, no one visits the Three Treasures Hall without a reason, but today "he" has come in person, and in such a blatant manner, that he is probably up to no good.
One of the elders stepped forward, cupped his hands, and said, "So it is the esteemed leader of the Hundred Swords Pavilion who has graced our sect with his presence. May I ask what brings you here to our sect?"
"I told you, I'm here to collect a debt."
Along with his words came a flash of snow-white sword light.
The plaque above the mountain gate cracked open with a snap, and the character "煞" in the middle shattered into two pieces, crashing to the ground with a clatter.
"stop!"
"You've gone too far!"
"It's so arrogant!"
The three elders had livid faces, glared angrily, and their spiritual energy surged, clearly indicating that they were ready for battle.
Just as tensions were rising, a whooshing sound suddenly came from behind them.
Seven elders of the Hundred Fiends Sect flew out in formation, each holding a Blood Fiend Blade. With flashing blades, they wove a net that trapped Chu Lengyu firmly.
Judging from the elders' sudden move, they had clearly been hiding in the shadows, ready to strike.
This sword formation is a trump card they secretly developed in collaboration with an inside agent, imitating the Hundred Swords Pavilion's sword formation. Its power should not be underestimated.
One of the elders sneered, his tone full of arrogance, and said, "This Blood Sea Seven Fiends Formation, which was just completed last year, killed three Nascent Soul cultivators from the Hundred Spirits Sect..."
Chu Lengyu's lips curled into a mocking smile.
With a gentle tap on the scabbard, the sword's cry resounded like a phoenix soaring through the heavens.
A surge of icy blue sword energy burst forth, heading straight for the Blood Sea Seven Fiends Formation.
The originally arrogant and domineering bloodthirsty light disintegrated and dissipated inch by inch under the impact of the icy blue sword energy.
As the seven elders were shocked, they saw the sword light suddenly split into seven.
Immediately afterwards, seven heads flew up, their faces showing disbelief.
The seven elders of the Hundred Fiends Sect were instantly slain by Chu Lengyu's sword, their heads separated from their bodies, and no blood gushed from their severed necks—the extreme cold sword energy had completely frozen the wounds.
This scene left everyone present utterly astonished, exclaiming in their hearts: How could the difference be so vast?!
Upon seeing that their physical bodies were destroyed, the seven Nascent Soul cultivators immediately teleported away from the body and then fled in all directions with remarkable coordination, but none of them could escape the "Spraying Snow Waves" move.
Blood Sea Seven Fiends Formation, destroyed!
From the distant mountain peaks, a deafening roar echoed through the sky.
The leader of the Hundred Fiends Sect transformed into a streak of blood-red light, carrying overwhelming malevolent energy as he hurtled through the air.
Wherever it passed, the mountains, forests, and streams were dyed scarlet.
He appeared on the battlefield and, without saying a word, raised an enormous blood-red handprint, carrying a fierce killing intent, and pressed down from the sky.
The bloody handprints covered the sky, and the onlookers were all terrified and retreated in panic.
Only Chu Lengyu stood tall and straight, not flinching at all, but advancing instead of retreating.
With each step she took, an ice lotus bloomed beneath her feet. The lotus petals were intricately interwoven with sword patterns, shimmering with a cold light.
Before the bloody handprint could even land, it was pulverized by the fine sword energy.
"This...!" An elder was utterly astonished, nearly tearing off his beard, and muttered to himself, "Since the founding patriarch of the Hundred Swords Pavilion, there has clearly been no one who could..."
The sect leader of the Hundred Fiends Sect's expression changed drastically as he was horrified to discover that his natal magic weapon, the Hundred Fiends Blood Soul Pearl, which he had refined for eight hundred years, had been briefly frozen by a chill.
He was terrified, knowing that this man must not be allowed to live, and suddenly roared ferociously, "Kill him!"
As soon as the shout fell, the remaining elders of the Hundred Fiends Sect responded immediately.
But just as their magical power surged from their bodies and they picked up their magical treasures, a sharp, piercing sound suddenly rang out.
The next instant, sword light pierced through their chests, followed by a burst of sword energy within their bodies, instantly shattering their dantian.
Whether it's a protective magic weapon or a precious talisman, under this incomparably sharp sword energy, they are all like paper, utterly powerless to resist.
Although their nascent souls managed to teleport away from the burst of sword energy in time, they all looked at their lifeless bodies with shattered dantian and expressions of disbelief.
They looked up and saw only the extremely indifferent face of the "Master of the Hundred Swords Pavilion"!
An overwhelming sense of horror surged within the heart of the Hundred Fiends Sect Leader.
He could clearly sense that the spiritual energy fluctuations of the "Hundred Swords Pavilion Master" were not far from his own. However, "he" was able to so easily kill ten of his elders, who were ten veteran cultivators in the Nascent Soul stage, each of whom was exceptionally strong and none of them were mere pretenders.
This ruthless method of striking with deadly precision was beyond his imagination.
He knew all too well that if he were attacked by these ten elders together, there was a high probability that he would die at their hands.
Swallowing hard, the Hundred Fiends Sect Leader stared at the familiar yet unfamiliar "Hundred Swords Pavilion Leader" before him, secretly wondering how this person could have made such great progress and possessed such terrifying strength.
Their secret plot to annex the Hundred Swords Pavilion now seems tantamount to courting death.
Seeing the elders who had been drinking and chatting with him not long ago being so easily and cruelly killed, the Hundred Fiends Sect Leader's heart suddenly pounded wildly, and unease and fear surged like a tidal wave.
Orthodox sects have always valued "rules," so how could they have ever produced such a ruthless person who went on a killing spree?
Could it be that "he" is so crazy that he wouldn't even spare himself, the sect leader?
The moment this thought arose, an unprecedented sense of panic rose in the heart of the Hundred Fiends Sect Leader.
He hurriedly said, "Fellow Daoist, hold on! You...you're here to collect a debt, aren't you? Whatever you want, I'll give it to you. How about that?"
The once confident leader of the Hundred Fiends Sect now abandoned everything and earnestly begged to save his life.