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Chapter 158 Collapse and Dogs (Please read, subscribe, and vote)

Inside the Star Glory Sect, several elders and deacons were gathered together discussing how to cooperate with the Seven Star Immortal Dynasty to deal with the Li family. Their faces were either sinister or smug, as if they could already see the Li family being wiped out under their joint suppression.

Just then, a steward glanced up and caught sight of the figure of the Sage King Ancestor slowly walking towards the door. His eyes widened in disbelief, and he exclaimed instinctively, "Who...who is that? How dare he swagger into our Star Glory Sect like that?"

Upon hearing this, the other elders and deacons all turned to look. When they saw who it was, they were all stunned, and then their faces showed a mixture of shock and rage.

They all knew that their gatekeepers were guarding the gate. If this person could walk in so easily, then the disciples outside must have met with some misfortune.

"Hmph, what audacity! Who are you to dare trespass into my Star Glory Sect? I think you're tired of living!" An elder with a fiery temper glared angrily and shouted, his spiritual energy fluctuating violently. He was clearly furious and didn't bother to consider what kind of person could walk in so calmly.

"It's terrible! Elders and deacons, a ruthless person has come to the gate and killed many disciples in front of our Xingyao Sect!" A disciple who had survived by chance ran wildly towards the gate with a look of terror on his face, shouting hoarsely as he ran. His voice echoed in the corridors of Xingyao Sect, filled with endless panic and fear.

Soon, several elders and deacons appeared, their faces grim, their eyes filled with shock and rage.

Following the direction the disciple pointed, they indeed saw a figure gradually receding into the distance. It was none other than the Saint King Ancestor of the Piaoyun Dynasty. At this moment, the crimson blood mist in front of the Xingyao Sect and the shocking bloodstains left on the ground all testified to the brutal massacre that had just taken place.

"Outrageous! How dare you commit violence within my Xingyao Sect! You have no respect for my Xingyao Sect! Today, I will make you pay for this in blood!" An elder roared, his beard trembling with rage. His voice, imbued with spiritual power, shook the surrounding buildings slightly.

"Do you know how powerful my Star Glory Sect is? If you know what's good for you, surrender now and pay for the lives of our fallen disciples. Maybe then we can leave you with a whole corpse. Otherwise, we'll make you wish you were dead!" Another deacon roared, his eyes filled with resentment. Just thinking about the disciples who died tragically made him want to tear the culprit in front of him to pieces.

"Yes, he must pay for the deaths of our disciples! When has our Xingyao Sect ever suffered such humiliation? We cannot let this go!" The stewards echoed, their faces ashen, their eyes burning with fury as if they wanted to incinerate the Saint King Ancestor on the spot.

The surviving disciples gathered around, their grief and anger mingling as they looked at the remains of their fellow disciples scattered on the ground.

With the elders and deacons backing them up, they gradually regained some courage. They glared angrily at the back of the Saint King Ancestor, cursing him incessantly, as if they could tear this old man who brought death to pieces if they all put their strength together.

The other elders and deacons echoed the sentiment, and soon, shouts and threats rose and fell throughout the Star Glory Sect. The scene was incredibly noisy, as if they could easily take down the Saint King Ancestor simply because they outnumbered him.

The Sage King Ancestor remained calm and composed, his steps unwavering. He merely raised his eyes slightly and glanced at them indifferently.

There was not a trace of emotion in his eyes, yet they seemed to carry a coldness and indifference from the depths of his soul, causing anyone who saw them to involuntarily shiver.

However, these elders and deacons, blinded by rage, paid no heed to these strange sensations. They continued shouting incessantly, and several even rushed forward, eager to capture the Sage King Ancestor on the spot. The Sage King Ancestor, however, seemed oblivious, continuing to walk unhurriedly into the room. His indifferent expression suggested that all the angry accusations and resentful gazes around him were completely unrelated to him.

When he reached a relatively open courtyard, he slowly stopped, turned around slightly, and glanced indifferently at the elders and deacons who had caught up with him, as well as the disciples who were glaring at him.

Just as he glanced at him, an even more terrifying and vast pressure was released from his body without reservation. The pressure was so real that it instantly enveloped the entire courtyard.

The elders and deacons standing at the front felt an icy chill, as if from the deepest hell, instantly penetrate their bones. They tried in terror to circulate their spiritual power to resist, but found that their spiritual power was frozen in the face of this pressure and they could not mobilize it at all.

The disciples fared even worse. They didn't even have a chance to react. They felt a chill on their necks, and the next moment, countless heads slid off in unison. Blood gushed out like a fountain from the severed necks, instantly turning the courtyard into a sea of ​​blood.

The elders and deacons stared wide-eyed as they watched their disciples die instantly. The anger in their eyes was instantly replaced by extreme fear. They wanted to beg for mercy, but it was as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping their throats, and they couldn't utter a sound.

In the blink of an eye, apart from a few elders and deacons who were still holding on, all the other disciples had died. The scene was extremely bloody, and the pungent smell of blood filled the air, making people almost nauseous.

Those elders and deacons who had barely managed to stay upright were now terrified out of their wits. Their bodies trembled uncontrollably, their legs went weak, and if it weren't for their survival instincts, they would have collapsed long ago in the bloodstains. The fear in their eyes was palpable as they stared intently at the Saint King Ancestor, their lips trembling as they tried to beg for mercy, but something seemed to be stuck in their throats, and they could only utter a few indistinct "woo-woo" sounds.

One of the elders, using all his strength, managed to squeeze out a few broken words through gritted teeth: "Senior...Senior, spare...spare us! We...we were blind, please...show mercy!" Before he could finish speaking, an immense pressure, like an invisible mountain, suddenly pressed down on him. He felt his breath catch in his throat, and then his body felt as if all his strength had been drained away. His life force rapidly drained away, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud. His wide eyes still held endless terror as he breathed his last.

The others were terrified at the sight, but they had nowhere to escape and could only wait in despair for death. As the terrifying pressure continued to envelop them, one elder after another fell, their pleas for mercy abruptly cut short, their life force extinguished. The entire courtyard was silent except for the pungent smell of blood and a deathly stillness.

Just then, a series of hurried and chaotic footsteps sounded. It turned out that the sect leader of Xingyao Sect had heard the commotion and rushed over with a group of his confidants and the sect's experts. As soon as the sect leader stepped into the courtyard, he saw the bloody scene before him, which resembled a living hell. His eyes widened in fury, and his face contorted with rage.

"What...what on earth is going on!" The sect leader roared, his voice hoarse with rage. His wide eyes seemed to spit fire as he stared intently at the Saint King Ancestor standing in the center of the courtyard. "Within my Star Glory Sect, and with a noble young master from the Seven Star Immortal Dynasty stationed here, who gave you the audacity to so recklessly barge in and slaughter? Do you wish to become an enemy of my Star Glory Sect and the Seven Star Immortal Dynasty?"

The confidants and experts behind the sect leader were also stunned by the scene before them. They never expected that such a tragic scene would occur in their own sect. Looking at the corpses all over the ground and the bloodstains that had not yet dried, a chill rose from the bottom of their hearts. However, they were infected by the sect leader's anger and all glared angrily, ready to fight the Saint King Ancestor to the death.

The Sage King Ancestor remained calm, as if all the angry questions and hostile gazes before him were nothing more than trivial matters. He simply stood there quietly, slightly raising his eyes to look at the sect leader. There was no fear in his eyes, but rather a faint disdain, as if in his eyes, the sect leader of the Star Glory Sect and the so-called experts behind him were nothing more than clowns.

"Hmph, so what if I'm your enemy?" The Sage King Ancestor finally spoke, his voice not loud, but it carried an undeniable air of authority.
(End of this chapter)