Lu Hanmo stepped forward, ascending the stone staircase.
Just a few steps in, two men clad in black robes emanating a sinister aura suddenly charged out from the side, blocking Lu Hanmo’s path.
"Who are you? How dare you trespass into our Yin Corpse Sect?" one of the lanky-faced men barked sharply.
"Senior brother, don’t waste words with him, just kill him!" Another man said, already lunging at Lu Hanmo.
Yin Corpse Sect? Both Lu Hanmo and Luo Shu in the spatial dimension were taken aback, a playful curve forming on their lips. Indeed, fortune comes to those who wait; it seems the Yin Corpse Sect was destined to be eliminated by them.
Seeing the two men attacking him, Lu Hanmo waved his hand dismissively. The disciples of the Yin Corpse Sect didn’t even have the capacity to fight back and were sent flying, landing on the nearby steps. Their bodies twitched a few times before they lay still.
Lu Hanmo curled his lips coldly and continued his ascent. As he had entered the Yin Corpse Sect, he had already scanned the entire sect with his Divine Sense. The strongest one here was the sect leader Ying Duansheng, who was in the early stages of the Spirit Division Phase. However, judging by his fluctuating aura, it seemed he had only recently advanced to the Spirit Division Phase. Such a sect would not require much effort for him to destroy.
"Who dares to barge into our Yin Corpse Sect!" Several more disciples of the Yin Corpse Sect rushed out.
Lu Hanmo, not bothering to tangle with them, simply threw out a Talisman and settled it.
As Lu Hanmo neared the main hall of the Yin Corpse Sect, more and more disciples came to stop him, but they were no more than cannon fodder in his hands, promptly sent flying by Lu Hanmo.
The air was heavy with the stench of blood as Ying Duansheng sat with his eyes closed, cultivating in the White Jade Pool filled with a vibrant red liquid. He had just advanced to the Spirit Division Phase a few days ago.
Yunchuan County was hit by a mudslide, and it was actually because of him.
That day, as he advanced to the Spirit Division Phase on the mountain and went through the Heavenly Tribulation, the thunder struck the surrounding peaks. It had been raining recently, and the soil on the mountain was already loose, causing a landslide and a massive mudslide.
Feeling a powerful momentum approaching, Ying Duansheng opened his eyes and frowned, standing up from the Blood Pool. The pool’s blood was a mixture from a hundred young boys and girls, which he changed every three months.
He grabbed a black robe from beside him and wrapped it around his body before leaving the room.
As soon as he reached the entrance of the main hall, he saw Lu Hanmo walking towards him and paused. How had Lu Hanmo found this place? He was naturally familiar with Lu Hanmo, who had spoiled many of his plans.
Could the powerful aura he just felt be emanating from Lu Hanmo? If so, he was definitely no match for Lu Hanmo.
With that thought, Ying Duansheng swiftly took a Soul Rending Talisman from his Ring and threw it at Lu Hanmo, simultaneously running back inside.
Lu Hanmo waved his hand, and the Talisman turned into a streak of white light in mid-air, then disappeared into thin air, traceless.
Ying Duansheng’s pupils shrank when he heard the noise behind him, and he quickened his pace. Lu Hanmo’s strength was definitely far more formidable than he had imagined.
But he had only run a few steps when a powerful Divine Sense imprisoned him, and a look of panic and unwillingness flashed in Ying Duansheng’s eyes. Yet, he also knew that in the face of absolute strength, struggling and resisting were utterly futile.
Ying Duansheng, looking at Lu Hanmo approaching him, said, "I have no grudge against you. Why are you targeting me?" His only hope now was that Lu Hanmo didn’t know about his relationship with the Song Family, or that he was the sect leader of the Yin Corpse Sect.
Lu Hanmo scoffed mockingly, "Are you sure there’s no grudge?"
"Of course, I don’t know you, so how could there be any enmity?" Ying Duansheng’s heart was a bit panicked, and even more filled with regret. If he had dealt with the mudslide properly at that time, he wouldn’t have attracted this god of death, Lu Hanmo.
"What about the Song Family? The Yang family? You don’t know them either?" Lu Hanmo’s face darkened, turning icy as his voice became cold and merciless.
Ying Duansheng’s heart sank, his last bit of hope shattered, "What do you want to do?" Although Lu Hanmo was outstanding, Ying Duansheng had never regarded him highly.
To him, no matter how influential or excellent Lu Hanmo’s family background was, he was ultimately just an ordinary person. In his eyes, Lu Hanmo was merely an ant, whom he could crush anytime and anywhere.
It never occurred to him that the ant he looked down upon had, unbeknownst to him, grown into a man-eating tiger. He blamed himself for underestimating the enemy!
"What do you think?" Lu Hanmo’s icy gaze was as sharp as a blade’s edge.
"Let’s make a deal. I’ll give you everything from the Yin Corpse Sect, as long as you spare my life," Ying Duansheng proposed to Lu Hanmo with a trace of hope in his eyes. At this moment, he just wanted to live; only by living could he have the chance to seek revenge in the future.
"Not interested!" Lu Hanmo replied with a cold smile, tossing a Talisman at Ying Duansheng. It was a Soul Rending Talisman, designed to inflict a pain a hundred times worse than death, fitting for use on Ying Duansheng.
As for the possessions of the Yin Corpse Sect, he truly disdained them because they were filthy! How clean could a sect that cultivated using living human blood be?
"Ah! Just kill me!" Ying Duansheng’s face contorted with agony, as he continuously let out heart-wrenching screams; the pain was worse than death, as if countless forces were tearing at his soul. The pain emanating from the depths of his soul couldn’t be described with words, and now, he just wished for a quick release. He couldn’t bear the pain any longer!
Lu Hanmo cast a frosty glance at Ying Duansheng and started walking back the way he came. From that day forward, the Yin Corpse Sect would become history.
After leaving the Yin Corpse Sect, Luo Shu emerged from her space, frowning at the sight in front of her. "The aura inside the Yin Corpse Sect is too unsettling. I could feel it even from within the space." She was thankful she hadn’t left the space; otherwise, she worried that the sinister energy might affect the babies.
"It will no longer exist," Lu Hanmo said, reaching out to stroke Luo Shu’s hair and then tossing several Formation Flags.
Immediately afterward, dust and soil billowed within the Yin Corpse Sect. To prevent any noise from affecting the babies in Luo Shu’s womb, Lu Hanmo had deliberately muted the sound.
Soon, the Yin Corpse Sect was reduced to ruins and utterly vanished from the spot, leaving behind nothing but a true cliff face. No one would have guessed that a sect, which specialized in cultivating with the fresh blood of living people, had ever existed there.