Martial Master

Dongfang Cheng attacked with full force, his eyes sharp and piercing. The laws seemed to be part of his body, making every movement incredibly terrifying. As he swung the purple-gold staff, he seemed like a war deity.

Murong Bingyun was anxious because she knew that continuing the fight would definitely put her at a disadvantage.

Her cultivation level was lower, and she was injured. Moreover, the experts from Tianmen Sect occasionally interfered, making it impossible for her to hold out for long. But she had no better solution at the moment, so she could only fight desperately.

She wielded the laws with both hands, surrounded by a myriad of laws, including fire, earth, metal, and wind. She was a natural spirit body, and her understanding of the laws far exceeded that of ordinary people, allowing her to cultivate many more laws than a typical Martial God. Moreover, at Piao Miao Palace, she had access to numerous treasures that allowed her to easily comprehend various powers of the laws. This resulted in her body having an astonishing number of law imprints, numbering in the hundreds.

If each law imprint grew, it would correspond to a law's great path.

Mastering so many law imprints allowed Murong Bingyun to use the laws almost to the limit.

"Damn!" Dongfang Cheng's scalp tingled at the sight. How could a mere early peak Martial God have mastered so many laws? This made it even more imperative that this person must not escape. Otherwise, it would spell disaster for Tianmen Sect.

So, he attacked furiously, madly trying to capture Murong Bingyun.

"This won't work!" Murong Bingyun turned pale. She realized that continuing to fight would only worsen her situation. Suddenly, she noticed the numerous disciples of Tianmen Sect below and a ruthless glint flashed in her eyes.

With a roar, she broke through Dongfang Cheng's encirclement and charged directly at the many Tianmen Sect disciples below.

"Ah!" Screams echoed as, with just one strike, over a hundred Tianmen Sect disciples fell. These disciples weren't too weak; some were at the Martial King level, and some were at the Martial Emperor level. But in front of Murong Bingyun, they were too weak. Not a single one could withstand a single move from her before being slain instantly. Then, Murong Bingyun transformed like a fierce tiger, charging into the Tianmen Sect's mountain gate, engaging in a massacre.

"Stop!" Dongfang Cheng was furious and charged forward. These were the prodigies of his Tianmen Sect, the hope for the future, the pillars of the sect, dying here was too heartbreaking.

He trembled with rage, wanting to stop Murong Bingyun.

But Murong Bingyun didn't engage with him; she continued to slaughter in the Tianmen Sect, wherever there were more people. Originally, the disciples who looked at Murong Bingyun with wide eyes, almost drooling, were now terrified, fleeing in all directions. Those who ran slower were blasted apart, leaving no trace of flesh and blood.

"Ah!" Dongfang Cheng was driven mad with anger but was helpless.

And at this moment—

Boom!

From the back mountain of Tianmen Sect, a terrifying explosion sounded, followed by a black, aged figure shooting out from the back mountain, instantly arriving above Tianmen Sect.

This was an old man with hawk-like eyes, his body thin as a stick, yet his pupils shone brightly, as if there was a hidden, earth-shattering power within him.

"Supreme Sect Master!"

Seeing this old man, Dongfang Cheng shouted excitedly.

This person was the Supreme Sect Master of Tianmen Sect, who had been in seclusion in the back mountain.

"Supreme Sect Master, save us!"

"Supreme Sect Master, please help us!"

"Help!" The other disciples of Tianmen Sect also shouted excitedly, like drowning people seeing their last straw of hope, looking crazed.

"A bunch of useless fools. I secluded myself for a while, and you've made the sect a mess, infuriating this old man." The Supreme Sect Master of Tianmen Sect was furious, then fixed his gaze on Murong Bingyun, reaching out with his withered hand.