The Heavenly Dao Society felt lacking without Liu Wuxie. He was this group’s soul and pillar, and sustaining it was difficult for the remaining members without him.

When Lu Jie waved his hand, the Astral River Realm experts behind him pounced at Song Ling and the others, planning to kill them. If they could kill everyone in the Heavenly Dao Society, there would be nothing Liu Wuxie could do about it, even if he returned.

"Get lost!" A roar echoed as Lan Ling stood before everyone from the Heavenly Dao Society. Pushing his palm forward, he created a powerful hurricane that sent all the true disciples flying away.

"Lan Ling, you dare to meddle in this matter?"

After the Lesser Blade Association was disbanded, the Lan Ling Gang was ranked first among all the factions in the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion. However, regarding income, the Heavenly Dao Society was ranked first.

"Who gave you the guts to kill here?" Lan Ling looked at those in front of him with murderous intent.

Lan Ling had once been indifferent to the internal disputes among disciples, dismissing them as inconsequential. But this time was different. Liu Wuxie had saved their lives, secured the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion’s victory in the Ten Grand Ceremony, and gifted him a rare pill that had allowed him to break through in his cultivation. These acts of kindness had cemented Lan Ling’s loyalty, and he wasn’t about to stand idly by while the Heavenly Dao Society was threatened.

"Lan Ling, I advise you to step aside and mind your business!" A true disciple in the pinnacle of the Astral River Realm stepped forward to confront Lan Ling. He was one of the Lesser Blade Association’s higher hierarchies. Following Qin Dao’s death, the Lesser Blade Association had been disbanded on the surface. However, many members were still trying to eliminate Liu Wuxie in the dark to rebuild the Lesser Blade Association.

"Sun Miao, can you lead the Lesser Blade Association after Qin Dao’s death? What a joke!" Lan Ling sneered. Sun Miao had joined the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion around the same time as him, and his status was no inferior to his.

"We’ll know in a bit if I have that qualification," Sun Miao said. He didn’t want to waste any time and drew his sword, swinging it down.

With the old sect master supporting them and Elder Qing Mu providing refined pills, the remnants of the Lesser Blade Association felt emboldened. Sun Miao was confident it was only a matter of time before they re-established the association’s former glory.

The battle here had alarmed the entire sect’s higher hierarchy, but no one stepped forward to intervene.

"Grandmaster Hai, don’t worry about it. We will avenge the death of your chief disciple today," Qing Mu and Grandmaster Hai stood a thousand meters away. They didn’t get close, but they could observe everything taking place.

"I’m worried the sect master might intervene," Grandmaster Hai said. After all, Liu Wuxie had done so much for the sect, and targeting him openly in such a manner would be unjustifiable.

If he really wanted revenge, he would’ve laid his hands on the Heavenly Dao Society when Liu Wuxie had left for Heavenly Mountain. The reason why he hadn’t was because he feared the sect master pursuing the matter.

Qing Mu had ultimately convinced Grandmaster Hai to take action against Liu Wuxie, leveraging promises of benefits and the allure of vengeance.

He assured Grandmaster Hai that once the Heavenly Dao Society was destroyed, he would personally inform his master, the old sect master, to secure Grandmaster Hai’s elevated position in the sect. Furthermore, Qing Mu pledged to help Grandmaster Hai seize control of the spiritual talisman market dominated by the Heavenly Dao Society.

"Relax. With my master backing us, there’s nothing to worry about," Qing Mu said, patting Grandmaster Hai’s shoulder. The old sect master, despite stepping down decades ago, still held immense prestige within the sect. Even Mu Tianli had to give him due respect.

It was clear how Qing Mu managed to escape with only his chief alchemist title stripped. Considering the severity of his offense, a punishment of death ten thousand times over wouldn’t have been an exaggeration.

Just as the battle was on the verge of breaking out, a figure descended from the sky, radiating an overwhelming aura that rippled outward, forcing both Lan Ling and Sun Miao to stagger back.

"What’s going on here?" Liu Wuxie asked, sweeping his gaze before stopping on Lu Jie’s group.

"Big Brother, you’re finally back!" The Heavenly Dao Society members cheered. They believed no one could do anything to them with Liu Wuxie around.

Bai Lin quickly stepped forward to recount the recent events to Liu Wuxie, and a terrifying murderous intent erupted out, piercing the heavens.

"If anyone stops me from killing today, I will leave the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion and never return!" Liu Wuxie’s voice echoed throughout the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion, including the lesser realm.

All ten grand elders opened their eyes with shock. They couldn’t imagine what kind of power it was that could pierce through the barriers of space.

Since Liu Wuxie had refined the creation deity’s embryo, he wielded primordial power, allowing his roar to travel tens of thousands of miles away.

"This is bad!" Mu Tianli had just returned to his quarters when he heard Liu Wuxie’s words, and he realized it was too late to intervene.

Elder Tian Xing was busy with official duties and had no idea what was happening there. He stood up in shock when he heard Liu Wuxie’s words.

Qing Mu and Grandmaster Hai’s expressions changed when they heard Liu Wuxie declare that he would leave the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion if anyone tried to stop him.

If the other sects learned that Liu Wuxie wanted to leave the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion, they would welcome him with open arms. The Heavenly Treasure Pavilion couldn’t afford to let that happen, as Liu Wuxie’s talent was undeniable.

His performance at the Ten Grand Ceremony had proven it. He had defeated so many prodigies and secured his position as the strongest prodigy in the Southern Province, with no one capable of rivaling him beneath the age of thirty.

Lan Ling and the other members of the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion were equally dumbfounded, but their shock soon turned to rage. They supported Liu Wuxie’s decisions because they had suffered enough humiliation. If the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion didn’t give the Heavenly Dao Society an explanation, they would leave the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion forever and never return.

"Yu Bu, let me see how you clean up this mess!" The ten grand elders came out from their houses and stood on the lesser realm’s plaza, seeing everything unfold.

Gao Gu was furious as Yu Bu had ruined everything when the sect was progressing well. The Heavenly Treasure Pavilion had just regained its glory, but he had to suppress such a powerful prodigy.

Liu Wuxie had done nothing wrong to be suppressed time and again. The other grand elders fell silent, and even those who supported Yu Bu had chosen not to speak. They knew it would be a disaster for the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion if Liu Wuxie decided to leave.

After all, no one could predict if Liu Wuxie had any trump cards unless they could bind him to the sect for eternity.

"Hmph, someone like him thinks he can kill anyone?" Yu Bu snorted, his unease growing.

"Old Sect Master, you still can’t accept Liu Wuxie’s existence? Or do you want the sect to decline?" Gao Gu retorted, unable to hold back his anger.

The Heavenly Treasure Pavilion had declined under Yu Bu’s management, but the sect had improved significantly after Mu Tianli had taken over. This was why Yu Bu felt resentful, and it was natural to be jealous of capable people.

However, what Yu Bu did had crossed the line. While rivalries were welcomed in the sect, Yu Bu had done it at the expense of the sect’s foundation. It wasn’t easy for the sect to produce such a prodigy like Liu Wuxie.

As Liu Wuxie finished speaking, he shifted his gaze toward Sun Miao. Numerous elders had gathered nearby, but none dared to intervene. They chose to remain on the sidelines, knowing the consequences would be dire if Liu Wuxie truly decided to leave the sect. For them, feigning ignorance seemed the safest course of action.

"You, die!" Liu Wuxie pointed his finger at Sun Miao without hesitation, unleashing a cold ray.

Sun Miao was instantly frozen into an ice statue, unable to react. His cultivation at the pinnacle of the Astral River Realm offered no resistance against Liu Wuxie’s attack.

Everyone in the surroundings was shocked, but they also found it logical for Liu Wuxie to be this strong. After all, Liu Wuxie had even killed a prodigy like Bai Yuan, not to mention someone like Sun Miao.

"Quick, escape!" Lu Jie didn’t hesitate to flee with the other true disciples.

"No one can leave today!" Liu Wuxie, still enraged, tapped out repeatedly with his finger. Each tap would leave behind a corpse, and the victim couldn’t even let out a scream, not to mention put up any resistance.

Grandmaster Hai’s heart ached at this sight as he watched two of his disciples die. He felt powerless, and he couldn’t do anything.

In mere moments, over a dozen disciples had died.

The murderous intent Liu Wuxie gave off didn’t subside as he gazed into the distance. In the blink of an eye, he traveled over a thousand meters and appeared before Grandmaster Hai and Qing Mu.

"Liu Wuxie, how—"Qing Mu was sent flying away when he spoke. His sentence was cut short, and he could only finish when he fell to the ground. "—dare you?!"

Gasps of disbelief echoed through the crowd as they witnessed Elder Qing Mu, a cultivator at the sixth level of the Nascent Transformation Realm, sent hurtling through the air with a single slap. He hadn’t even had the chance to resist.

There was no sign of preparation or energy fluctuation. They didn’t even see how Liu Wuxie attacked.

Only those in the True Profound Realm could see it clearly, but they stood silently, unwilling to intervene.

Qing Mu threw up a mouthful of blood along with a few broken teeth. Liu Wuxie didn’t hold back in that strike, which left half of Qing Mu’s face swollen.

"Liu Wuxie, you little bas—"

Liu Wuxie vanished before Qing Mu could finish his sentence, and the latter received another slap on his face.

"I’ll tear your head off if you dare utter another word. Even that dogshit master of yours can’t stop me!" Liu Wuxie declared. He was like a god of war, emanating an ancient power that even those in the pinnacle of the Nascent Transformation Realm didn’t dare to provoke.

Qing Mu could only swallow what he wanted to say; he dared not take the bet.

Like an ancient god of war, Liu Wuxie radiated a terrifying power, sweeping up dark clouds in the sky. A massive vortex appeared, looking like it wanted to devour everything.

An ancient fiendgod appeared behind Liu Wuxie, humming the foretold Ragnarok.

"There’s nothing we can do to stop him now," sighed a female grand elder. Her heart trembled at the sight of the ancient fiendgod, and the other grand elders didn’t fare any better. They had a feeling there was a chance they could be heavily injured if they engaged Liu Wuxie in a life-and-death battle.

The other elders were also visibly shaken as they chose to remain silent. They knew Liu Wuxie had grown to a level where they could do nothing to halt his momentum, not even those in the True Profound Realm.

The prolonged absence of the sect master could only signify silent approval of Liu Wuxie’s actions. It was clear that only bloodshed could pacify Liu Wuxie’s wrath.

Realizing resistance was futile, Qing Mu recoiled, clutching his swollen face, his earlier arrogance extinguished. He dared not speak another word.

Once Liu Wuxie was done with everything, he finally turned to look at Grandmaster Hai.

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