Chapter 675: Blood For Blood

"Lord Supreme Cloud!" Wang Changfeng roared suddenly, "This old, useless man has something to say!"

His voice was deafening, but Yun Yang weaved through the crowd like a whirlwind without the intention to stop.

His bizarre ambush that held no solidity but was invincible to any attack, his unique saber truth, Destiny Blade, complemented by the indestructible Divine Edge, in addition to his extreme speed, caused him to be impregnable in this act of massacre; he was like a dragon freed into the ocean, a tiger that had conquered the mountain; no one could stop him, as he would kill anyone who got in his way.

It was Yun Yang's home court, right now, right here.

After ninety-nine swift slashes and seven Ma-i disciples being minced in a tortuous manner, a voice rang out, "Wang Changfeng, speak if you wish. I am in the midst of killing people but I can still listen. Do not worry, your words won't obstruct my movements!"

The grey shadow twirled and pounced from side to side. Wherever he went, he painted the air crimson with waves of blood that splashed higher than the last.

Wang Changfeng felt a sense of hopelessness overwhelm him.

The indomitable gold hook he yielded that had helped him kill countless enemies in the past had landed on Supreme Cloud no small number of times. From the ecstasy of the first strike to the ensuing doubt, then the futile effort afterward and finally, helplessness and hopelessness - it all proved that he was powerless against Supreme Cloud.

It was like a group of people fought against a spirit. The group of people seemed to have the advantage of numbers, but the reality remained that their attacks were in vain, even though they were remarkably skilled.

Watching his disciples' tormented deaths, yet unable to do anything, the debilitating sense of helplessness Wang Changfeng felt was indescribable.

The Ma-i Sect had sent out a hundred and thirty people, all of them elites within the sect. The initial intention was to seize the dragon hide treasure map but now over forty of them had died before they even entered Tiantang City! The number of casualties was still rising.

Supreme Cloud' saber light was as brilliant as fresh snow. Each swipe was accompanied by a stroke of blood.

"Supreme Cloud! Supreme Cloud! Stop! I have something to say!" Ge Zuheng and Wang Changfeng looked ragged, their hair unkempt and face pale; they cried out continuously, the pleading tone evident in their voices.

If they had initially entertained the thought of retaliating and putting an end to Supreme Cloud, it was long lost after they witnessed the scene and experienced the helplessness. The Supreme was impossible to eradicate!

Furthermore, observing Supreme Cloud's attack strength told of his cultivation base which was at least fifth level in Dao realm. Looking back at there Ma-i Sect, there was only a handful of people who were past fifth Dao realm. Even with these people, including the two sect pillars, all they had done to fight Supreme Cloud was futile, regardless of their force or arcane might used. Had they used a bigger force, they might have attacked their own people who were standing in front of them.

The sect wanted very much to talk it out or even beg for mercy, but their opponent had not even given them the chance to plead. He had only carried on with the slaughter incessantly.

It was apparent that what Supreme Cloud had said when he first appeared, which was to exterminate all who belonged to Ma-i Sect, was not just talk; he was walking the talk - very effectively, at that - and was slowly realizing his words.

"Disperse and run! Save yourself if you can!" Wang Changfeng cried, tears prickling his eyes.

With his experience and sight, he knew that there would not be many who could escape, even if the disperse and run strategy succeeded when they were faced with such an enemy.

The Ma-i Sect was deprived of its elites in this battle.

Just when the Ma-i disciples scattered and fought to fend for themselves, Yun Yang suddenly let out a long howl.

Wisps of fog which resembled wraiths rose up from the battleground's surrounding. They surrounded the vicinity rapidly, forming a complete barrier in an instant. Their ghostly whistles were all that could be heard like one was standing in the underworld, the land of the dead.

A quiet and eerie voice spoke in a sepulchral voice, "You have all come to Concourse of the Underworld - who is to escape?"

Dozens of shadows materialized amidst the wraith. Each one of them wore high hats, their gazes cold and murderous.

The hopelessness that Wang Changfeng and group felt intensified.

Concourse of the Underworld!

The ten kings of the underworld had come together!

How could they break away when faced with such a lineup?

Were the heavens set on ending the Ma-i Sect?

The ten Yama Kings did not join in the massacre after they appeared. They watched Yun Yang from afar and only moved to kill the Ma-i disciples who intended to escape the siege. With these ten men acting as the barricade, the disciples did not get to move far in their flight.

"Supreme Cloud! We, the Ma-i Sect, have indeed gone against our ancestral teachings. This is the punishment we deserve! However, that's a decision to made by higher authorities than you and I, it has nothing to do with our disciples. They had to do it-,obng their elders' command!" Ma-i Sect's sect leader, Ge Zuheng, cried aloud, "Let these disciples leave! Our lives are yours!"

"We won't put up a fight! We will accept anything and everything thrown at us!"

"Lord Supreme Cloud, please have mercy - let these innocent disciples leave!"

Wang Changfeng's golden hook was already poised at his neck when he roared, "Supreme Cloud! Have you heard it! One word of yours and this old man's life is yours!"

Yun Yang's distant voice held no emotion when he replied, "The cycle of karma, of heaven's will - whoever does God's will shall have mercy upon them! That day, dozens of your Ma-i Sect ace cultivators joined the military and slaughtered our Yutang soldiers with tyrannical force. Tens of thousands men have directly or indirectly died because of you..."

"Your intervention is, to a certain extent, the reason the Fortress of Resilience fell!"

"Millions of brothers are watching me!" Yun Yang said, "Their heroic souls aren't far away, they're still hovering over Tiantang's sky."

"I can feel their gazes on my back clearly - they're urging me to avenge their deaths!"

The grey shadow flashed. Yun Yang's gaze shot from the thick fog like two beams of lightning strikes. "Right now, right here, right in this day, this point of time, can the few lives of yours shoulder the many blood debts? Can you recompense it?"

"Even if the entire Ma-i Sect falls, it's not enough! Far from enough!"

Yun Yang said faintly, "I've already said it just now. Proficient cultivators are strictly prohibited from partaking in the wars of the continent's empires. This has always been Tianxuan Continent's golden rule. Once involved, there must be an end. Yutang has been in war for so many years but there's never an intervention from reclusive sects. Paying no heed to your ancestral edict and putting a leg into this hegemony, becoming Yutang's enemy, won't more people feel hopeful if you manage to keep your legacy until the end?"

"The Ma-i Sect," Yun Yang hollered, "Must fall today!"

Wang Changfeng and Ge Zuheng laughed in anguish, "Ma-i Sect... Ma-i Sect..."

They looked into each other's tearful eyes and actually had nothing else left to say. L. There was no need to say more.

Supreme Cloud's resolution was unshakeable like the mountain.

The fall of the Ma-i Sect had to happen today.