"What was the result?" As soon as they heard this, everyone immediately looked over.
"The result is... they were all killed by Yang Tian!"
The disciples said, seemingly exhausted, as he slumped onto the ground.
All of Xuantian Sect’s top management, including Deng Bingqiu and Elder Zhao, were struck dumb.
In fact, the same shocking events did not only occur in the Heavenly Country.
Nearly all of the Hehuan Sect, Xuanbing Sect, Xiaoyao Sect, Shuiyun Sect, and Tianluo Sect received the news of their clan leader’s death for the first time.
A moment later, aside from the latest report from Xuanuan Sword Sect, the other six sects fell into chaos, panic spreading like wildfire among the Sword Clan of Xuan Girl.
With a sorrowful expression, Jiang Lan looked at him. Imprisoned Han Qingqiu sighed and said, "Han Shimei, why did you have to do this? That man is merely a mortal. He isn’t worth it!"
Han Qingqiu, restricted by his body, stared at Jiang Lan and said, "Jiang Shijie’s sister, back in Binjiang, you didn’t say that! You claimed he was... he was a world myth. He embodied an evil spirit between heaven and earth. How did it come to this?"
Jiang Lan sighed, saying, "That’s right! At that age, he had already reached the pinnacle for cultivators like us. Such achievements later on were immeasurable, not even I could imagine. Even the master who once knew him likely never might have foreseen his destiny, but if that’s the case... then he had no future.’
"No future? What do you mean, sister?" Han Qingqiu asked hastily.
Just as Jiang Lan was about to answer, suddenly a cold, piercing voice rang out: "That’s right, he’s dead!"
As the voice faded, they saw Elder Yun slowly walk over, his face cold and arrogant, as if he had encountered Jiang Lan on the outskirts of Binjiang City.
"Greetings to Elder Yun!"
Seeing this, Jiang Lan quickly bowed in respect.
But Han Qingqiu spoke out directly, his emotions surging as he asked, "Elder Yun, what did you just say? He... What happened to him?"
"Didn’t the elders make it clear?"
Elder Yun said with a grim expression, "He died!"
Upon hearing this, Han Qingqiu froze, shaking his head, "Impossible! How could that be? He’s far too strong. Who could possibly kill him?"
"Strong? In the end, he’s just a brat who barely tasted Divine Sense. Didn’t the master pursue him for his secrets and mysteries?"
Elder Yun scoffed, saying, "Yesterday, I personally saw the Emperor tailing the mark of Xuanxin Youpei in pursuit of him. When I wanted to come, I should have killed him and claimed his mysteries entirely for my Xuan Nu Sword Sect."
"What? Why did the master intervene?"
Han Qingqiu asked in confusion.
Elder Yun looked at them and said, "Why don’t you understand even now? In this era, in this secular world, while treading such riddles, if I could possess the same Holy Power, what couldn’t I achieve?"
"But... but he was my benefactor! Didn’t the master and other elders always tell me to uphold the Sword Dao and stay true to conscience?" Han Qingqiu still seemed bewildered.
"That depends on whose conscience it concerns!"
Elder Yun chuckled coldly, his face etched with arrogance: "You are destined to inherit my position, lofty and exalted! That brat was nothing more than a mortal man. Even if he treated you kindly, he was as insignificant as an ant."
Han Qingqiu still wanted to argue, but Elder Yun impatiently waved his hand, directly silencing Han Qingqiu and saying with exasperation, "Qingqiu, don’t think I don’t understand your thoughts. That boy and you are impossible! There’s no reason to hold onto anything. Wait till she returns. It’ll all be settled."
Speaking thus, Elder Yun turned to leave.
But at that moment, a flash of light appeared.
Upon witnessing this, Jiang Lan immediately picked up the message and said, "Yun Tianzhang, this is a letter from Xuantian Sect!"
Hearing this, Elder Yun sneered dismissively, "What does Xuantian Sect have to say?"
After hearing Jiang Lan’s words, she immediately opened the letter, only to be struck as if by lightning.
Seeing her state, Elder Yun didn’t pay it much attention and said indifferently, "What, did Xuantian Sect uncover the master’s plan? Even if they did, what difference does it make? This time, the master will succeed undoubtedly. I won’t lose anything, so let them worry."
Saying this, Elder Yun’s gaze once again fell on Jiang Lan but was surprised to see her frozen in disbelief, clutching the letter, trembling. He immediately asked in shock, "Did Xuantian Sect really know? Why are you so frightened?"
"Yun... Elder Yun... It’s not... not that..."
Jiang Lan’s hands quivered as she slowly unfolded the letter, speaking in terror, "The letter from Xuantian Sect says... it claims that the leaders of all seven schools were surrounded by Yang Tian and the sect’s God Elder."
"What?" All seven schools annihilated?! How could this be!"
Elder Yun’s face twisted in shock as he asked, "Who could have caused this?"
"Who... No one knows!"
Jiang Lan spoke with extreme terror, "Because they... including the master—all of them—were killed by Yang Tian!
"It was... him alone..."
Hearing this, Elder Yun’s arrogance evaporated, and his legs buckled as he collapsed to the ground, speechless for a long time.
What is the most vital resource of a school?
Naturally, the Sect Master!
After all, among its many disciples and descendants, a sect’s sect master guides the future.
Thus, when the leaders of seven schools suddenly perish, it often leads to the collapse of these schools, resulting in their overall decline.
Beyond their gates, another force will rise stronger, truly powerful.
But now, the seven leaders are dead, and all their divine officials are deceased.
As a result, all seven schools were paralyzed.
They all knew that after this incident, the seven schools were no longer the renowned sects they had been.
The seven schools would gradually decline and eventually disappear from the mortal realm.
At the same time, Yang Tian caused such devastation at a single moment that none dared to speak about him.
After all, none of them could even capture or kill Yang Tian, and those who tried were slaughtered by him.
This made them abandon all thoughts of revenge. Some elders from surviving factions even issued the first orders to avoid the world, strictly ordering all disciples to retreat immediately if they ever encountered Yang Tian—revenge being a forbidden thought.
Even for such orders, secret removals of dissenting elders occurred, with care taken to ensure bereaved elder relatives and friends wouldn’t retaliate recklessly.
For a moment, the seven schools sank deeper into slaughter.
Of course, Yang Tian knew nothing of this; even if he did, he wouldn’t care.
Because this siege reminded him of another event—something eerily similar!
The five strongest Innate cultivators of Binjiang—murdered under his hand!
Although the orchestrator of the ambush, Junko Akita, had been erased by Yang Tian’s divine sense, giving way to a new persona as a demon—
An unseen force hiding in the shadows never surfaced entirely.
That was the Devil Temple!
Similarly, atop Ziyun Peak, when Yang Tiandao severed the heavenly domain of kings, he created an immortal enmity with the temple of the Devil God’s four guardian gods in mythical beings’ war!
Thus, the Devil Temple launched countless assaults against Yang Tian, all effortlessly quelled by him.
It wasn’t until the first grand battle in Japan that Yang Tian gained immense Holy Power and achieved fame as a world myth, finally leading the Devil Temple into disappearance.
Of course, the temple hadn’t reconciled with Yang Tian either.
After all, the hatred between them made reconciliation impossible.