Chapter 110 Su Ye is too strong!

Stepping out of the barrier of Purple Bamboo Peak, the biting mountain wind greeted him.

The gentle smile on Su Ye's face vanished the moment he stepped out of the barrier.

Replacing it was a face as cold as ice.

His deep eyes seemed to contain a cold pool that had not thawed for eternity, making others afraid to look directly at him.

He stood on the edge of the cliff, overlooking the cloud-shrouded Primordial Origin Holy Land beneath his feet.

It was a place of magnificent pavilions and dancing cranes, resembling a fairyland on earth.

But in Su Ye's eyes, beneath this prosperity surged a nauseating stench of decay and darkness.

"Senior Brother!"

An Inner Sect Disciple wearing the uniform of the Hall of Punishment arrived on a Flying Sword, looking hurried.

Upon seeing Su Ye, he hurriedly descended, bowed respectfully, and a layer of fine cold sweat seeped from his forehead.

Ever since Su Ye had slain the Heavenly Demon Cult semi-Saint with one sword strike at the mountain gate and purged the traitors in the Ancestral Mausoleum, his prestige in the hearts of the Disciples had reached its Peak.

It was awe for a powerhouse, and even more so, terror for a god of slaughter.

"What is it?"

Su Ye stood with his hands behind his back, not turning around, his voice indifferent.

"Reporting to Senior Brother."

The Hall of Punishment Disciple swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said tremblingly, "According to your instructions, the Hall of Punishment has secretly sealed all exits of Spirit Medicine Peak and the Artifact Refining Hall."

"However..."

He paused, his tone becoming somewhat hesitant.

"But what?" Su Ye glanced sideways, his gaze like a knife.

The Hall of Punishment Disciple felt a chill all over, as if he were being watched by an ancient Vicious Beast, his legs went weak, and he almost knelt down.

"But... Elder Han Feng of Spirit Medicine Peak, relying on his status as a core Elder and his power over the supply of Medicinal Pill, refuses to cooperate with the investigation."

"He even injured two of our brothers and threatened that..."

"Said what?"

"He said... said you are just a wet-behind-the-ears kid, using a feather as a token of authority, and that even if the Sect Master True Person came, he would still have to give him some face, and that you have no qualification to investigate him!"

After finishing, the Hall of Punishment Disciple buried his head extremely low, fearing to bear Su Ye's wrath.

The air seemed to freeze at this moment.

The surrounding temperature plummeted, and even the flowing clouds seemed to be frozen.

"No qualification?"

Su Ye chuckled.

The laughter was very light, but it carried a bloodthirsty air that made people's hair stand on end.

"What a good core Elder."

"What a good bit of 'face'."

Su Ye slowly raised his right hand, and in his palm, a wisp of purple Sword Qi flickered, tearing at the surrounding space.

"Since he won't cooperate, I will go and invite him personally."

"It's just that the way of inviting him might be a bit rough."

Before his words had faded.

Su Ye's figure had already disappeared from where he stood.

Only an afterimage remained, along with a cold sentence echoing in the wind.

"Pass the order down to gather three hundred Disciples of Purple Bamboo Peak and follow me into Spirit Medicine Peak!"

"Today, I will kill the chicken to warn the monkey!"

...

Spirit Medicine Peak, as the Alchemy hub of Primordial Origin Holy Land, was usually filled with the fragrance of medicine, with Disciples coming and going in an endless stream.

But today, the atmosphere here was murderous.

On the plaza in front of the main hall, two Hall of Punishment Disciples lay in a pool of blood, groaning in pain.

An old man wearing a dark gold Alchemist robe stood with his hands behind his back on the steps, his face full of flesh, his eyes revealing an arrogant air that looked down on everyone.

He was the Peak Revered Master of Spirit Medicine Peak, the core Elder, Han Feng.

Behind him stood a dozen Personal Disciple, each holding a weapon, glaring at the Hall of Punishment members below.

"A bunch of things that don't know the immensity of heaven and earth!"

Han Feng pointed at the Hall of Punishment deacon below, spittle flying.

"I have been refining Medicinal Pill for the Holy Land for two hundred years; if I haven't achieved merit, I have at least endured hardship!"

"Even the Sect Master True Person has to be polite when seeing me."

"That so-called Su Ye is just lucky to have obtained a holy sword, and he really thinks he's someone?"

"Wants to audit my accounts? Let him roll over here himself and kowtow to apologize to me!"

The more Han Feng spoke, the more excited he became, releasing his Dongxu Realm Fifth Layer Aura without reservation, pressing down so hard that those Hall of Punishment Disciples, who were only at the Golden Core or Nascent Soul Realm, could not catch their breath.

"Elder Han, this is the Saint Token..."

The leading Hall of Punishment deacon gritted his teeth and held up the token in his hand.

"Snap!"

A burst of energy broke through the air, directly knocking the token away and shattering it into powder in mid-air.

"What kind of bullshit Saint Token!"

Han Feng sneered, "I don't recognize it!"

"On this Spirit Medicine Peak, my word is the Law!"

"Whoever dares to take another step forward will be killed without mercy!"

The Disciples behind him drew their swords one after another, looking aggressive.

Just as both sides were at daggers drawn and about to break into conflict.

"Boom!!!"

Above the firmament, a thunderous explosion suddenly sounded.

Immediately after, an extremely terrifying Aura, like a heavenly river pouring backwards, crashed down.

The entire Mountain Protecting Grand Array of Spirit Medicine Peak, in the face of this Aura, was as fragile as paper, emitting a groan of being unable to bear the weight.

"Crack!"

The bluestone floor on the plaza cracked inch by inch, and countless gravel flew.

Han Feng's expression changed drastically, and he looked up abruptly.

He saw a figure in white clothes as snowy as could be, stepping on the Void Realm, like a god descending to the world, walking over step by step.

With every step he took, the Void Realm trembled.

That was Su Ye.

He was not riding a sword, but simply walking through the air, with no Qi fluctuations around his body, yet it made people feel a suffocating sense of oppression.

That was pure Killing Intent.

Materialized Killing Intent!

"Su... Su Ye?!"

Han Feng's pupils constricted, his original arrogance instantly weakened a bit, but his long-standing high position made him unwilling to show fear.

"You've come just in time!"

"You condone your subordinates in committing violence and disrupting the order of Spirit Medicine Peak; what crime should you be charged with!"

Han Feng tried to seize the initiative, shouting loudly.

Su Ye ignored him.

He landed in the center of the plaza, his gaze sweeping over the two seriously injured Hall of Punishment Disciples, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

Subsequently, he slowly raised his head and looked at Han Feng on the steps.

That look was as if he were looking at a dead man.

"Han Feng."

Su Ye's voice was not loud, but it clearly spread throughout the entire Spirit Medicine Peak, and even spread to the surrounding main Peaks.

"Embezzling Sect Spiritual Plant, withholding Disciple Medicinal Pill, this is the first crime."

"Colluding with external forces, secretly reselling 'Barrier Breaking Pill' to support the enemy, this is the second crime."

"Resisting Law enforcement, injuring fellow Sect members, despising the Saint Token, this is the third crime."

"Punished for all three crimes."

Su Ye slowly extended a finger, pointing at the center of Han Feng's eyebrows.

"Deserves death."

The simple two words were like a thunderclap, exploding in everyone's ears.

Han Feng's face instantly turned pale, but then a ferocious, angry, and embarrassed look surged up.

"Nonsense!"

"If you are determined to convict, you can always find an excuse!"

"I am a core Elder, you have no right to judge me! I want to see the Sect Revered Master! I want to see the Grand Elder!"

"See the Sect Revered Master?"

A mocking arc curled up at the corner of Su Ye's mouth.

"The Sect Revered Master Order is here."

A golden light flashed in his hand, and a simple, ancient token engraved with the two characters "Taichu" emerged.

That was the Taichu Token personally bestowed by the Sect Revered Master.

Seeing the token is like seeing the Sect Revered Master!

"By the oral decree of the Sect Revered Master, purge the tumors of the Sect, execute first and report later, imperial power granted!"

Su Ye put away the token and gripped the air with his right hand.

"Zheng—"

A clear and impassioned sword hum resonated through the sky.

The holy sword "moon gazing" appeared in his hand out of thin air.

The sword body was like autumn water, its cold light illuminating the nine provinces.

"Han Feng, will you do it yourself, or shall I help you?"

Feeling the terrifying Aura emanating from the holy sword, Han Feng finally panicked.

He could feel that Su Ye really wanted to kill him.

And, he really dared to kill him!

"All Disciples, listen to the order! Form the array! Protect me!"

Han Feng roared in terror, while his figure retreated violently, wanting to flee back to the main hall to activate the defensive array.

The dozen Personal Disciple behind him, although they usually acted tyrannically, now faced with Su Ye, who was like a god of slaughter, how dared they move?

They looked at each other, their legs trembling, and they could barely hold the weapons in their hands.

"A bunch of trash!"

Seeing the Disciples not moving, Han Feng cursed angrily, bit the tip of his tongue, and spat out a mouthful of essence blood.

"Blood Escape Technique!"

His whole person turned into a streak of blood light, about to rush out of the mountain.

"Want to leave?"

Su Ye sneered, purple light flashing in his eyes.

That was a wisp of true meaning comprehended from the night practice of spatial Law.

"At this distance, no one can escape from under my sword."

He did not pursue, but just stood in place, flicking his wrist gently.

"One Sword · Instant."

Between heaven and earth, it seemed as if everything stopped at this moment.

The wind stopped, the clouds halted.

In everyone's line of sight, only that streak of sword light, brilliant to the extreme, remained.

It was so fast that it transcended the constraints of time, so fast that one's thinking could not even keep up.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, no colorful collision of Qi.

Only a thin white line, like a wisp of silk, instantly tore through the Void Realm.

"Puchi!"

In the distant sky, the blood light that was fleeing at high speed came to an abrupt halt.

Han Feng's figure reappeared.

He still maintained the posture of running, his face still lingering with an expression intertwined with terror and fluke.

But he could no longer move.

The next moment.

In the eyes of everyone, who were terrified to the point of despair.

A thin red line appeared on Han Feng's neck.

Immediately after, blood gushed out like a fountain.

A head as big as a peck rolled down from the air, slamming heavily onto the bluestone slab of the plaza, making a dull sound.

Only until the head landed did the headless corpse sway and fall down powerlessly.

Dongxu Realm Fifth Layer, core Elder Han Feng.

One sword, instant kill!

The entire Spirit Medicine Peak was deathly silent.

Everyone opened their mouths wide, staring blankly at this scene, even forgetting to breathe.

Is this... the strength of the Saint?

Is this... the power of the legendary holy sword?

Too strong!

Strong to the point of despair!

Su Ye casually made a sword flourish, shaking off the blood droplets on the sword body, as if he had just done a trivial thing.

His gaze swept over those Personal Disciple of Han Feng who had already collapsed on the ground in fear.

"Take them all down, abolish their cultivation, lock them in the death row, and interrogate them strictly."

"Yes!"

The Hall of Punishment Disciples woke up as if from a dream, erupting into a sky-shaking roar.

At this moment, the eyes with which they looked at Su Ye were filled with fanatical worship.

With such a strong and domineering Saint leading, why worry that Primordial Origin Holy Land will not flourish?

Su Ye ignored the cheers of the crowd.

He walked to Han Feng's corpse and used the tip of his sword to pick up a Storage Ring.

Sweeping it with his Divine Sense, Su Ye's eyes instantly became even more gloomy.

Deep inside that Storage Ring was hidden a black Jade Slip, with faint Devilish Qi swirling around it.

That was a communication token of the Heavenly Demon Cult.

"Sure enough, it's a big fish."

Su Ye snorted coldly and put the ring away.

He turned around and looked at the distant sky, which was the direction of the Ancestral Mausoleum of Primordial Origin Holy Land.

There, it seemed that a pair of invisible eyes were watching everything here.

"Han Feng is just a beginning."

Su Ye muttered in his heart, and the moon gazing sword in his hand hummed lightly, as if craving more blood.

"Since you want to play, then I will play with you to the end."

"Let's see if your Demonic Technique is harder, or if my Su Ye's sword is sharper."

Just at this moment, a fiery red figure flew over from the distance and landed beside Su Ye.

It was Jiang Wanyin.

She had changed into a crisp outfit at this moment, although it was still hard to hide her proud figure, her expression was much more serious than before.

Only the look in her eyes as she looked at Su Ye still carried a bit of lingering charm.

"Senior Brother is so majestic."

Looking at the headless corpse on the ground, Jiang Wanyin was not only not afraid, but instead licked her red lips, a gleam of excitement flashing in her eyes.

"I heard the commotion even in the Alchemy room; that old dog Han relied on his seniority to withhold my medicinal materials, and I have long found him an eyesore."

"Thank you, Senior Brother, for venting my anger."

She leaned into Su Ye's ear, her breath as fragrant as an orchid.

"Senior Brother is so tired, tonight... shall Wanyin stew some soup to nourish you?"

Su Ye glanced at her sideways and didn't take the bait.

This Second Junior Sister really never forgets to flirt.

If it were before, he might have joked a few words.

But at this moment, having just come out from Revered Master and having killed someone, his heart was like still water (not really).

"Wanyin."

Su Ye said seriously, "You've come just in time."

"Han Feng is dead, and Spirit Medicine Peak is leaderless."

"I want you to temporarily take over the position of Peak Revered Master of Spirit Medicine Peak and thoroughly investigate all Medicinal Pill inventory, especially the 'Barrier Breaking Pill' and 'Spirit Returning Pill'."

"I suspect that this batch of Medicinal Pill has been tampered with."

Hearing the serious matter, Jiang Wanyin also put away her flirtatious manner and nodded with a solemn expression.

"Rest assured, Senior Brother, Medicinal Pill is my old profession."

"I will definitely investigate the accounts of this Spirit Medicine Peak thoroughly."

"Even if a single herb is missing, I can find out who did it."

"Very good."

Su Ye nodded, "Go do your work."

After arranging the matters of Spirit Medicine Peak, Su Ye did not stop.

He took out a list, on which were densely written a dozen names.

Han Feng's name had already been crossed out.

But this was just a beginning.

"Next one."

Su Ye's gaze fell on the second name on the list, the Killing Intent in his eyes becoming even stronger.

"Mission Hall Elder, Zhao Dezhu."

"Privately allowing Heavenly Demon Cult spies into the mountain gate in exchange for life-extending spiritual fruit."

"In order to live a few more years, he even dared to sell the ancestral foundation."

"Since you don't want to die, then I will send you on your way."

The wind rose.

Su Ye's figure disappeared again.

This day, Primordial Origin Holy Land was destined to be sleepless.

Blood will dye this immortal blessed land with a Legacy of ten thousand years red.

And above the pavilion of Purple Bamboo Peak.

Leng Yueli stood before the window, wrapped in a robe, watching quietly as a figure of slaughter shuttled between the Peaks.

She held a cup of hot tea in her hand, but it had long since gone cold, and she had not taken a single sip.

"Revered Master."

Lin Qingzhu's cold voice came from behind her.

She had arrived at the pavilion at some point, her long sword strapped to her back, gazing out the window with a complex expression.

"Senior Brother... will he be alright?"

"If he kills so many Elders, will it incite a mutiny?"

Leng Yueli turned around, looking at her most prized Sword Cultivator Disciple.

"Qing Zhu."

"In the Cultivation world, truth is always held at the edge of a sword."

"As long as he is strong enough, and as long as the sword in his hand does not break."

"Then no one will dare to rebel."

She paused, a faint smile curling the corners of her lips, a smile that carried a gentleness and pride that only Su Ye could understand.

"Furthermore."

"He is my Disciple."

"And he is also... the one I chose."

Lin Qingzhu was slightly taken aback, seemingly detecting a hint of something unusual in her Revered Master's words.

But before she could ponder it further.

Leng Yueli had already turned back, returning to her usual cold demeanor.

"Go, take your sword, and go help your Senior Brother."

"Don't let him do all the dirty and tiring work by himself."

A light flashed in Lin Qingzhu's eyes as she cupped her fists in a salute.

"As you command, Revered Master!"

Watching Lin Qingzhu's back as she flew away on her sword, Leng Yueli sighed softly and cast her gaze into the distance once more.

There, the light of Su Ye's sword flared once more.

This is an era of cleansing.

It is also the era that belongs to Su Ye, and it has officially begun.

The sky grew dark, and the setting sun was like blood.

Above the Primordial Origin Holy Land, the once peaceful clouds were now stained with a murderous red.

It was not the sunset, but rather a portent of the coming bloodbath.

Su Ye traveled through the air, his white robes as pure as snow, save for a single speck of crimson on the hem that appeared particularly jarring.

That was Han Feng's blood.

His expression remained calm, so calm that it was unsettling.

The Saint sword "moon gazing" in his hand trembled slightly, emitting low hums of longing to drink blood.

...

Task Hall.

As the hub where the Holy Land issued tasks and Disciples exchanged contribution points, it was still bustling with noise.

Hundreds of Outer Sect Disciples and Inner Sect Disciples were queuing up, waiting to receive trial tasks for various locations.

"Have you heard? Something seems to have happened at Spirit Medicine Peak."

A Disciple carrying a giant sword lowered his voice and said to his companion.

"I also heard it; it seems there was a loud noise, and even the Mountain Protecting Grand Array trembled."

His companion shrank his neck, his face full of shock and suspicion.

"Could it be an enemy attack?"

"Don't talk nonsense. Our Primordial Origin Holy Land is the hegemon of the Eastern Wasteland; who would dare to act wildly here?"

Just as the crowd was deep in discussion.

A bone-chilling cold suddenly enveloped the entire main hall of the Task Hall without warning.

The previously noisy hall instantly fell silent.

Everyone subconsciously looked up.

At the entrance of the hall, a tall, slender figure stood against the light.

The setting sun cast his shadow long, making him appear like an Asura walking out of Hell.

"Is that... the Saint?!"

Someone exclaimed.

Su Ye stepped into the hall.

Every step he took seemed to land on everyone's heartbeats.

The crowded mass of people automatically parted like the tide, clearing a path to the main counter.

Behind the counter, the deacons responsible for registration were already trembling, their faces drained of all color.

Although they had not witnessed the tragedy at Spirit Medicine Peak with their own eyes, the intense Killing Intent clinging to Su Ye was enough to make them suffocate.

Su Ye did not pay attention to these small characters.

His gaze cut through the crowd and fell directly upon the luxuriously decorated Elder's chamber on the second floor.

That is the residence of the Task Hall Chief Elder, Zhao Dezhu.

"Elder Zhao."

Su Ye's voice was cold, echoing in the hall.

"Are you going to crawl down yourself, or do I have to go up and invite you?"

Death-like silence.

The second-floor chamber door was tightly closed, without any response.

A mocking curve appeared on the corner of Su Ye's lips.

"It seems Elder Zhao wants to play hide and seek with me."

He raised his hand and flicked his finger.

"Shoo—"

A purple Sword Qi shot out.

"Boom!"

The door on the second floor, forged from thousand-year black iron, instantly shattered into fragments.

The dust cleared.

Revealing the scene inside the room.

An elderly man in a brocade robe with a bloated figure was hurriedly stuffing something into his Storage Ring.

On the desk behind him, there were also several fruits emitting an eerie red light.

It was Zhao Dezhu.

Seeing the door destroyed, a flash of panic crossed Zhao Dezhu's fat face, but he quickly forced himself to calm down.

He stopped what he was doing, forced a smile that looked worse than crying, and slowly walked to the railing.

"Yo, isn't this the Saint?"

Zhao Dezhu cupped his hands with a fake smile.

"What wind blew you here?"

"I was just organizing the Sect's files. If I have neglected you, Saint, please forgive me."

This old fox.

Even at death's door, he was still feigning ignorance.

Su Ye did not fly; instead, he walked up the stairs step by step.

His boots made a "clack, clack" sound against the wooden stairs.

"Organizing files?"

Su Ye chuckled, but his eyes were locked on the red fruits on the desk.

"I think Elder Zhao is packing his valuables to run away."

Zhao Dezhu's face stiffened, the muscles at the corner of his eyes twitching slightly.

"You joke, Saint. I am an Elder of the Primordial Origin Holy Land. Born a person of the Holy Land, and in death, a ghost of the Holy Land; why would I run?"

"But Saint, you are full of Killing Intent today. May I ask what for?"

While speaking, Su Ye had already walked to the second floor.

He stood in front of Zhao Dezhu, separated by no more than three feet.

At close range, that sense of oppression increased exponentially.

"Zhao Dezhu."

Su Ye couldn't be bothered with idle talk; he directly pulled an Image Recording Stone from his robes and injected it with spiritual power.

A light screen unfolded in the air.

The screen displayed a scene of Zhao Dezhu trading with a black-robed figure in the back mountain late at night.

The black-robed figure handed him a wooden box, and Zhao Dezhu handed over a token engraved with the Task Hall mark.

"You shouldn't be unfamiliar with this thing, right?"

Su Ye said coldly.

The moment he saw the Image Recording Stone, Zhao Dezhu's pupils shrank violently.

Cold sweat flowed down his forehead.

But he remained stubborn.

"This... this is fake!"

"Someone is framing me! Saint, do not be deceived by treacherous villains!"

"That black-robed figure... that figure must be a monster from the Heavenly Demon Cult, and I was working undercover! Yes, undercover!"

Zhao Dezhu was still quibbling, but his voice had already started to tremble.

"Undercover?"

Su Ye's eyes turned cold, and the long sword in his hand suddenly unsheathed half an inch.

"Zheng!"

The Sword Qi, cold as frost, sliced off the hair crown atop Zhao Dezhu's head.

His gray hair fell, making him look disheveled.

"Does an undercover agent need to hand over the Sect's patrol and defense map to the Heavenly Demon Cult?"

"Does an undercover agent need to personally release Heavenly Demon Cult spies and let them infiltrate the Outer Sect Disciples?"

"Undercover..."

Su Ye's gaze cut past him and looked at those few red fruits.

"Does an undercover agent need to use this 'Life-Prolonging Blood Spirit Fruit,' stained with the blood essence of Mortals, to extend their own life?"

Hearing the words "Life-Prolonging Blood Spirit Fruit," the Disciples downstairs were suddenly in an uproar.

"What? Life-Prolonging Blood Spirit Fruit? That is a forbidden item of the Demonic Path!"

"It is said that this fruit must be cultivated with the heart blood of a hundred boys and girls to extract their vitality—it is the most sinister thing!"

"Elder Zhao actually... actually colluded with the Heavenly Demon Cult and used such an evil object?"

The Disciples' eyes changed.

From shock, it became anger and disdain.

Zhao Dezhu knew he couldn't pretend anymore.

His fat face instantly became hideous, and a fierce light erupted from his formerly dull, aged eyes.

"Su Ye!"

"Since you know everything, then I won't pretend anymore!"

"That's right! I did it! So what?"

Zhao Dezhu roared hysterically.

"I have served the Sect diligently for three hundred years, only to be stuck at the Void Glimpse Realm Peak with my Lifespan running out!"

"I don't want to die! I just want to live! Am I wrong?!"

"As long as I can live, never mind releasing a few spies—I would not hesitate to sell this Task Hall!"

"Stubborn and incorrigible."

A trace of disgust flashed in Su Ye's eyes.

Such a person has long since lost the moral bottom line of a Cultivator, and is no longer fit to be called human.

"Since that is the case, then go down below and repent to the innocent Souls you harmed."

Su Ye said no more, his right hand gripping the sword handle.

"Kill me?"

Zhao Dezhu suddenly laughed wildly, the fat on his face trembling.

"Su Ye, do you think I lived these few hundred years in vain?"

"You underestimate me too much!"

Before he finished speaking.

Zhao Dezhu suddenly crushed a jade talisman in his hand.

"Weng—!!"

The entire main hall of the Task Hall suddenly vibrated violently.

Countless golden Formation patterns lit up on the walls and pillars, and a powerful force of restriction erupted instantly.

"This is... Dragon Trapping Formation?!"

The Disciples downstairs screamed in terror, trying to flee, only to find the doors sealed shut by the Formation.

"Hahaha! This Dragon Trapping Formation is a Heaven Rank Medium Grade Formation, even if a Dao Integration Realm expert comes, they won't be able to break it for a while!"

Zhao Dezhu looked smug. At some point, he had produced a pitch-black mourning staff, which was wreathed in thick, ghostly Qi.

"Su Ye, today I will slaughter you, this arrogant brat, then take my treasures and flee!"

"Die for me!"

Zhao Dezhu roared and swung his mourning staff, creating a cacophony of wailing ghosts as he smashed it down towards Su Ye's head.

This strike gathered all of his cultivation at the Void Glimpse Realm Peak; it was so powerful and heavy that it caused the air to crackle and boom.

However.

Facing this thunderous blow.

Su Ye didn't even lift his eyelids.

He stood there quietly, letting the overwhelming ghostly Qi wash over him.

Just when the mourning staff was less than three inches from his head.

"Qiang—!!"

The sound was not loud, but it seemed to possess the power to pierce the Soul, instantly overwhelming the wailing of ghosts throughout the hall.

Su Ye moved.

No one saw how he drew his sword.

Everyone only saw a flash, and a sword light as brilliant as moonlight stretched across the heavens and earth.

This sword light was too fast, too cold, and too sharp.

It ignored the distance of space, ignored the suppression of the Formation, and even ignored the passage of time.

That was... One Sword Instant.

"Crack!"

The moment the mourning staff in Zhao Dezhu's hand touched the sword light, it snapped cleanly in two like tofu.

The sword light's momentum did not decrease, cutting straight across Zhao Dezhu's neck.

Zhao Dezhu's movements froze.

The grin on his face had not yet faded, but his eyes were already filled with incredulous fear.

"Your... your sword..."

He struggled to open his mouth, wanting to say something.

But his throat could only make a raspy, bellows-like sound.

The next second.

A line of blood appeared on his neck.

Blood gushed like a fountain.

That fat head slowly slid down and rolled to Su Ye's feet.

Zhao Dezhu, dead.

From the moment he struck to the end, it took less than a single breath.

The so-called Dragon Trapping Formation and the so-called Void Glimpse Realm Peak were nothing but a joke before Su Ye.

With Zhao Dezhu's death, the flickering Formation patterns dimmed, and the grand array collapsed with a roar.

The entire Task Hall fell into death-like silence again.

All the Disciples stared blankly at the white-clothed figure on the second floor, their eyes filled with awe and fanaticism.

Strong!

Too strong!

Su Ye kicked Zhao Dezhu's head away, his expression indifferent.

It was as if he hadn't just killed a high-ranking Elder, but a stray dog that could be extinguished with a casual flick.

He bent down and picked up the few "Life-Prolonging Blood Spirit Fruits" on the table.

Feeling the resentment and bloodiness contained within, Su Ye frowned slightly.

A ball of golden flame surged from his palm.

"Sizzle sizzle..."

Under the extremely Yang and righteous flames, those evil fruits instantly turned to ash.

After doing all this, Su Ye turned around and looked down at the Disciples downstairs from a high position.

"From today, the Task Hall is under martial Law."

His voice was not loud, but it clearly spread to every corner.

"All tasks issued by Zhao Dezhu are voided and re-checked."

"All deacons who have had close contact with Zhao Dezhu, from now on seal their cultivation and go to the Hall of Punishment to confess their crimes."

"If there are any resisters..."

Su Ye's eyes sharpened, and the Saint sword in his hand gave a clear, long groan.

"They shall meet the same fate."

"Respectfully follow the Saint's decree!!"

Hundreds of Disciples downstairs knelt on the ground, the sound shaking the roof tiles.

That was submission from the heart.

Just then.

A graceful figure in green swept into the hall like a gentle breeze and landed beside Su Ye.