Published: March 2, 2025
CHAPTER 67: The Correct Path
“Ha ha ha ha ha!”
In comparison to Liu Yu, Wu Chang, Xie Huaxiong, and Sun Ju from the Yuan Yang Sect, the cultivators from the Hou Family and Gongsun Family were unleashing their full power, ruthlessly slaughtering without restraint.
Their faces were twisted with various expressions such as fierce smiles, madness, arrogance, and exhilaration, but there was one thing they lacked—mercy.
This area was extremely barren, with a severe shortage of resources for cultivating immortality. The three families had suffered significant casualties in the struggle for these resources, and their animosity had deepened into a profound hatred.
If it weren't for Liu Yu and the others acting as intermediaries on behalf of the Yuan Yang Sect, the Hou and Gongsun Families would never have been able to unite.
Over the years, due to Feng Tianwei’s higher cultivation level, he had gained an edge in the competition for resource points, suppressing the other two families. Now, with this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to eliminate a rival, how could they let this chance to beat a drowning dog slip away?
Even Hou Yanze had taken out his black folding fan magical artifact, which transformed into a size of ten feet, spinning lightly amidst the crowd and leaving a trail of severed limbs and bodies.
Gongsun Cang, with hair and beard completely white, looked like a kind old man of rare age.
Yet, his face was cold and filled with hatred because one of his sons, who had a spiritual root, had died in the conflict with the Feng Family.
He wielded a white gourd, which also appeared to be a high-grade magical artifact.
As he infused it with magical power, the surface of the gourd shimmered with a faint blue light, and then it expelled dozens or even hundreds of ice crystals that sparkled in the night sky, raining down and entering the bodies of the crowd, causing seven or eight people to collapse in the blink of an eye.
Some cultivators unleashed the fireball technique, flicking their fingers, and the egg-sized fireballs ignited with orange flames, accurately hitting mortals, turning them into burning figures, who screamed as they fell to the ground, their cries gradually diminishing into heaps of ashes.
Fireballs struck the buildings on both sides; as flames met wood, entire structures were turned into a sea of fire.
In an instant, this flat land transformed into a hell on earth, showcasing the brutal reality of life and death, as the raging flames illuminated the mountainside.
Flames, smoke, corpses, severed limbs...
In just a few breaths, out of hundreds of mortals, only a few remained, crying out in despair, utterly chilling.
This was the difference between immortals and mortals; mortals had no power to resist in front of cultivators!
Unlike the Hou and Gongsun families' people, who were accustomed to slaughter and struggle, Wu Chang, Xie Huaxiong, and Sun Ju had grown up in the sect, in a comfortable environment, and had never witnessed such a brutal scene.
All of them showed signs of reluctance, especially Sun Ju, whose eyes were bloodshot, hesitating with her magical artifact still held before her without firing.
Liu Yu remained unfazed, his pupils as black as ink, his expression calm as water.
He observed the expressions of everyone around him.
Some had expressions of dominating others’ lives with wild grins, some laughed heartily at the prospect of vengeance, while others gazed at dying lives with reluctance and struggle, and some were filled with nostalgia and reluctance as life slipped away!
There were various displays of emotions.
Liu Yu knew what he was doing; slaughter was merely a means to achieve a goal.
The conflicts between the Feng, Hou, and Gongsun families originated from resources, leading to hatred, which resulted in the slaughter of mortals on Little Eyebrow Mountain.
Everything stemmed from interests.
Liu Yu had also plotted against the Feng Family, attacking Little Eyebrow Mountain, and was now preparing to assault the cultivators of the Heavenly Harmony Sect, aiming to wipe out the Fellow Cultivators Association.