Chapter 253 The Culprit''S Demise, Annihtion


    Chapter 253 The Culprit''s Demise, Annihtion


    Immediately, heads soared into the sky. Except for the master of Shattered Sky Sect, none were


    spared; all had fallen.


    The sect master managed to dodge quickly, but a sword energy had sliced through his arm, causing


    blood to spurt.


    "Who... who are you? Why do you want to annihte Shattered Sky Sect?" Stabilizing his form, he


    stared at the figure in green robes with shock.


    As a Half-Step War Emperor, a peerless powerhouse, he couldn''t even withstand a single attack


    from his opponent.


    "Ancient martial sects aren''t allowed to meddle in mundane conflicts. Do you treat this rule as a


    game?" The voice of the green-robed figure was icy. "Furthermore, you conspired to assassinate


    Commander Gardner. Tell me, who gave you the audacity?"


    "Are you... are you Commander Gardner''s people?" The sect master of trembled, struggling to


    speak.


    "Enough talking. Clearly, you were sent to kill!"


    "No...!" The master of the Shattered Sky Sect''s eyes widened in horror as he rushed up the stone


    stairs.


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    But was it of any use?


    Swoosh!


    A sword aura shed by, slicing directly through his waist. His body was severed into two pieces,


    rolling down the stairs one after another. In his final moment, regret surged in his heart. If only he


    had known, why did he even bother? If he could have another chance, even if they promised him


    countless rewards, he would never have be a figurehead like this. But life had no room for ''ifs''.


    Soon, deafening booms echoed from within and outside the Shattered Sky Sect''s gates. Buildings


    copsed, and dust filled the air, obscuring the sky. All elders at or above the Elder level within the


    sect were executed. Among the core disciples, those who were prepared to act were eradicated.


    Thousands of inner and outer disciples scattered like birds and beasts, fleeing for their lives.


    From this point onward, the Shattered Sky Sect formally exited the stage of vale.


    Simultaneously, thousands of miles away, near arge canyon, in front of a pce estate''s main


    gate.


    "White Tiger, this is Demon Crossing Pce. The country backing them is Zephyria," Rakshasa


    gazed at White Tiger and spoke.


    "Very well!" White Tiger''s eyes gleamed coldly. "If people from Zephyria dare to assassinate me,


    we''ll make Demon Crossing Pce vanish from ce of Darkness!"


    "Tiger, Demon Crossing Pce ranks among the top ten here. Their strength is not to be


    underestimated. Their Pce Master''s cultivation might not be lower than yours. Be cautious,"


    Rakshasa continued.


    Since Billy assigned her this mission, Rakshasa had felt an immense burden. For her, this was a


    severe test. Initially, after Billy provided her with a budget of a hundred billion, she had some


    confidence, and her efforts had shown slight results. However, just as she was beginning to rx,


    she realized that a significant change had urred in ce of Darkness.


    Overnight, various forces seemed to have gained a considerable number of powerful individuals,


    many at the level of Battle Gods or higher. Her slight confidence crumbled.


    Just as she was considering seeking help from Billy, White Tiger arrived, bringing with him a


    thousand members of the Army of Bloodshadow, which greatly eased her worries.


    Through their time together, she had developed a better understanding of the vale''s strongest


    squad, the Army of Bloodshadow. Both in individual strength and team cohesion, she held them in


    high regard. She believed that with this team in ce, reaching the top three in ce of Darkness


    was well within her grasp.


    "Hehe, so what if they are? We''ll kill them without hesitation!" White Tiger chuckled. Then he raised


    his hand andmanded, "SHADOW, attack!"


    "Attack!" The hundred Bloodshadow Guards, leading the thousand warriors, shouted in unison.


    In the next moment, they charged into the estate, their imposing aura akin to a rainbow, their


    formation overwhelming.


    "Damn it, who are you people? How dare youe here seeking death!" In no time, at least two


    thousand figures emerged from several pces, an aura of ferocity surrounding them.


    In response, razor-sharp de auras shed through the air. Wherever these de auras passed,


    severed heads flew into the sky, leaving a trail of bodies in their wake.


    "Damn it!" A roar echoed, followed by a two-meter-tall giant bursting out of a pce. He carried a


    massive two-meter-long de in his hand. With tremendous speed, he closed in on the group,


    brandishing his two-handed sword and sending forth thunderous de auras, shing towards the


    SHADOWers. His aura soared to its peak, surpassing White Tiger by half a realm. He was at least a


    Tier-two Warlord.


    "Tiger, be careful. He''s the master of Demon Crossing Pce!" Rakshasa''s voice echoed.


    "Perfect timing. I''ve been waiting for him!" White Tiger''s eyes gleamed with fanaticism as the


    Bloodshadow Battle de emitted a cold gleam, meeting the opponent''s attack head-on.


    The collision of their assaults reverberated through the air, causing both of them to stagger back


    several steps, and the concrete ground beneath their feet cracked like a spiderweb.


    "Who the hell are you people?" The Demon Crossing Pce''s Master stabilized himself and red


    at White Tiger with fury.


    "Quit the chatter, we''re obviously the ones here to kill you!" White Tiger grinned slyly. "Your strength


    is decent, but let''s go again!"


    With those words, he shot forward at lightning speed, the de''s glint shing once more.


    "Want a death wish? I''ll grant it!" The Master of the Demon Crossing Pce roared, brandishing his


    two-meter-long de.


    The scene was filled with intense shes. Their figures flickered, their de techniques collided in


    a flurry of movements. Before long, they had created a sharp vortex of de energy centered


    around them. Wherever the vortex swept, destruction followed. The artificial hills and severalrge


    trees were obliterated, chunks of concrete were sent flying. Despite being half a level higher than


    White Tiger, the opponentgged far behind in speed, precision, and on-the-spot experience,


    offering no advantage whatsoever.


    White Tiger fought like an unrelenting machine, abandoning defense entirely. He forced the


    opponent into continuous retreat, using his fast and ferocious attacks. In no time, White Tiger


    capitalized on a moment when the opponent evaded his attack, swiftly closing in. His battle de


    struck down from the shoulder, and an arm was severed and fell to the ground.


    "Ah…" The opponent cried out in pain, reacting quickly to dodge to the side.


    However, White Tiger wouldn''t give him an opportunity. While he was still struggling to stabilize,


    White Tiger adjusted the angle of his de, striking with precision.


    A gash measuring thirty to forty centimeters appeared on the opponent''s chest, blood spurting out


    violently. His aura immediately weakened. In an instant, the Demon Crossing Pce''s Master


    turned and bolted for the entrance. Faced with someone as crazed as White Tiger, he had no


    thoughts apart from surrendering.


    "Don''t even think about it!" White Tiger''s voice was heavy as the de energy surged,


    apanied by a piercing whistling sound.


    The de energy passed by the opponent''s waist, slicing him into two halves from top to bottom.


    "Not quite satisfying enough!" White Tiger muttered, smacking his lips in dissatisfaction.