C14 The Heye Sect Has Been Erased from the World
After an exhaustive search, the solution appeared effortlessly.
Shen Jun's spirits immediately soared.
Although he was unsure why Wang Jingyu had clashed with the Heye Sect,
this turn of events was favorable. At least he wouldn't have to bother with the underlings.
Ideally, he would obliterate the Heye Sect tonight.
As for the reunion between master and disciple... there was no rush.
After all, his target was right before his eyes; where could he possibly escape to?
Realizing this, Shen Jun, accompanied by Wang Wu, found an elevated spot to comfortably take in the scene.
At that moment, Wang Jingyu stood atop the Heye Sect's mountain gate, surveying those below.
Within the entire Heye Sect, only Zheng Changyu, the Sect Master, warranted caution.
The rest were unworthy of engaging him in combat.
On their journey, Lee Hongyu had relayed all the details gleaned from his soul-searching.
In a mere two to three years, the Heye Sect had sent no fewer than eighteen teams to Shen's Tomb!
A dragon has its reverse scale, and to touch it is to incite its wrath!
Their master was the reverse scale for him and his fellow disciples!
Now, with their master's body missing, the Heye Sect was undeniably implicated.
"Who goes there, showing such disrespect to our Sect Master?!"
Before long, an elder on a flying sword emerged from within the Heye Sect, confronting Wang Jingyu at the gate.
"That's the Heye Sect's Great Elder!"
"He's a top-tier Super Strong at the eighth level of the Great Saint realm. His mastery in the Sword Dao is extraordinary. Wasn't it him who performed the incredible feat of slicing through a mountain and diverting a river years ago?"
"At the eighth level of the Great Saint realm, he truly is a Super Strong standing at the pinnacle."
"That young man is out of his depth, showing up at the Heye Sect's doorstep to cause trouble. Now, he's in for it."
Despite the Great Elder's imposing approach, Wang Jingyu couldn't be less interested, casually remarking,
"It's not yet your time to die. No need to be hasty."
"You insolent fool!" The Great Elder erupted in fury.
The sword was drawn from its sheath, unleashing a slash with the momentum of a tremendous force!
For a moment, the air was filled with the unceasing sound of a whistling blade, a testament to the prowess of a master at the eighth level of the Great Saint realm.
"Ridiculous."
Wang Jingyu let out a sneer of disdain. Without any grand gestures, he simply extended his right index finger and lightly tapped towards the oncoming sword Qi.
His action was subtle, yet the impact was anything but.
A colossal shadow of a finger spanned the heavens and earth, crashing down like a small mountain!
Boom!!
The sword energy collided with the phantom finger, kicking up a storm of dust and debris.
The Great Elder's confident strike was instantly obliterated by the finger imprint!
Could the disparity in their strengths be this staggering?!
The phantom finger, having shattered the sword Qi, maintained its relentless force as it continued its descent towards the Great Elder.
"How can this be?!"
The Great Elder bellowed in midair, terror in his voice.
He recognized the formidable presence emanating from the looming phantom finger.
The might of a God Stage Expert!
Was this young man on par with the Sect Master? Was he too at the God Stage?!
Panic-stricken, the Great Elder realized he had dared to strike a God Stage warrior.
But there was no time for pleas; escape was the only option.
Suppressing the turmoil within, the Great Elder expelled a breath of stagnant air and hastily unleashed six or seven sword Qis, then darted towards the safety of the sect.
"Think you can escape?" Wang Jingyu chuckled, lifting his finger once more.
In the night sky, another massive finger shadow emerged.
The two shadows, one to the left and the other to the right, effortlessly shattered the sword Qis and trapped the Great Elder between them.
Boom!
With no escape in sight, the Great Elder was forced to endure the strike with his body.
As the dust cleared, a crater several meters deep was revealed, with the Great Elder lying at the bottom, his clothes tattered, his face smeared with blood, his fate uncertain.
With just a flick of his fingers, he defeated, or even killed, a powerhouse at the eighth level of the Great Saint realm?!
Hiss...
The onlookers couldn't help but gasp in shock.
To think that even a Great Saint of such stature met such a grim fate.
Could this young man... possibly be a God Stage Expert?!
It's no wonder he had the audacity to come to the Heye Sect and cause such a ruckus.
As the situation escalated, the Heye Sect finally showed signs of life.
Sect Master Zheng Changyu appeared, flanked by a cadre of the sect's top experts.
Upon recognizing the newcomer, Zheng Changyu's face tensed.
Why is it this gentleman?!
Struggling to maintain composure, Zheng Changyu managed a smile and greeted with a fist-and-palm salute, "Ah, it's Wang Jingyu, Master Wang. To what do we owe the honor of your visit to our Heye Sect?"
Everyone's eyes bulged in disbelief.
What the heck?! It's Wang Jingyu?! The Divine Architect?!
"Wang Jingyu?! The only one who attained sainthood through architecture?!"
"Who else could it be? Ah... It's such a shame he's a devil cultivator; otherwise, he'd be a blessing for the Human Race."
"Why would such a notorious figure come here?"
"Who knows? I'm out of here. This guy is not to be messed with. If things escalate, we don't want to be collateral damage!"
Hearing the name Wang Jingyu, many spectators scattered in fear.
These murmurs, of course, did not escape Shen Jun's attention.
"Little Wang," Shen Jun inquired with curiosity, "why do they say Wang Jingyu is a devil cultivator? Is he really that bad?"
"Senior Shen, you're not familiar with him?" Wang Wu asked, astonished.
"I've been in seclusion for many years, paying little attention to worldly matters," Shen Jun offered casually.
"He's a universally acknowledged prodigy, the only one to reach the Great Saint realm through the path of architecture!"
"It's such a shame, though. He's immensely talented, but his character is questionable," Wang Wu lamented. "Despite being a paragon of the Human Race, he built a mausoleum for the Demon Sovereign, constructed cities for the demon race, and even razed a sect to the ground!"
"Still, this lord has made significant contributions to the Human Race. And given his terrifying talent, it's no surprise that the major holy lands have refrained from pursuing him."
So that's the situation.
Shen Jun scratched his head with a hint of embarrassment.
It turned out to be all because of him.
But when had he ever been a Demon Lord?
He wasn't really that bad, was he?
In the night sky, Wang Jingyu was enveloped in a dense aura of killing intent as he spoke without mincing words, "Zheng Changyu, return what you've stolen from Shen's Tomb. Then, your Heye Sect might still preserve a sliver of its legacy."
"Otherwise, today will mark the end of everyone in the Heye Sect!"
His declaration left no room for argument.
Zheng Changyu's expression turned grim. "Wang Jingyu, I've shown you respect, but I didn't expect you to be so ruthless."
"This is the stronghold of the Heye Sect. Do you really think I'm intimidated by you?"
"A specialist in architectural arts dares to spout such nonsense before me, Zheng Changyu?"
Zheng Changyu had suspected that Wang Jingyu's visit was related to Shen's Tomb. He had intended to play for time in his dealings with Wang Jingyu.
But with the situation having escalated to this point, they had publicly burned their bridges.
If he didn't act now, it wouldn't just be Zheng Changyu's reputation at stake—the entire Heye Sect would lose face!
"Excellent, excellent," Wang Jingyu sneered menacingly. "I was actually worried you might agree, and I wouldn't get my fill of battle."
"Devil cultivators have reached the pinnacle of arrogance. Today, the Heye Sect shall deliver justice in the name of the heavens!" Even now, Zheng Changyu didn't forget to hypocritically don the mantle of "vanquishing devil cultivators."
"Attack!"
At his command, seven Great Sage Stage elders surged forward, encircling Wang Jingyu at the center.
Their positions were strategically placed, their energies interlinked, clearly indicating a coordinated attack formation.
"Using numbers to overpower the few?" Wang Jingyu scoffed with disdain. "I am your forebear!"
He then raised his right hand and snapped his fingers crisply.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
The sound of mechanical gears followed in succession as hundreds of dark openings appeared on the underside of the aircraft carrier.
"Annihilate them!" Wang Jingyu's eyes gleamed with icy resolve. "After today, the Heye Sect will be erased from existence!"