High Martial Arts: Martial Soul Great Sage Equal to Heaven, crushing all races.

Ding City.

The Mind-Eye Sword Sect, Ancestral Hall.

The incense had burned out, and wisps of smoke curled upwards, mingling with the oppressive deathly atmosphere in the hall, creating an indescribable eeriness.

Yu Xuanfeng stood with his hands behind his back in front of the ancestral tablets, his body hunched over, his once straight spine now bent.

Kneeling on the cold floor tiles of the ancestral hall were two figures, Leng Wuhen and Leng Ningshuang.

Once hailed as one of the two pinnacle successors of the Mind-Eye Sword Sect, he now knelt there, his eyes vacant, utterly dejected.

Their once proud sword spirit was shattered into pieces.

Yu Xuanfeng looked at them, his heart feeling both heavy and cold.

He was nearing the end of his life and had hoped that his brother and sister could uphold the family's honor and continue the glory of the Heart-Eye Sword Sect for hundreds of years to come.

But now, everything has vanished.

That little beast Feng Mo destroyed his life's work in just a few moves.

Cutting off a person's lineage is tantamount to digging up their ancestral graves.

He couldn't swallow this insult.

But what can he do if he can't swallow it? He's old and can't keep going.

"Sect Leader Yu, how have you been?"

A hoarse voice suddenly rang out in the ancestral hall.

Yu Xuanfeng suddenly turned around, his pupils shrinking.

At the entrance of the ancestral hall, a figure in a black robe stood, completely shrouded in the robe, making it impossible to tell whether he was male or female, leaving only a bottomless darkness.

"And you are...?"

Alarm bells rang in Yu Xuanfeng's mind. This person was able to sneak into the core area of ​​his Mind Eye Sword Sect without making a sound, so his strength was definitely above his own.

Who I am is not important.

The man in black robes slowly walked into the ancestral hall, each step landing on the most vulnerable parts of people's hearts.

"The important thing is that I can give you what you want."

"For example, add another two hundred years to his lifespan."

"For example, an opportunity to take revenge on Feng Mo."

Yu Xuanfeng's heart skipped a beat.

Lifespan!

For an old man nearing the end of his life, these two words hold a fatal allure.

He refused to worship the demon cult several times because he considered himself a member of a prestigious and righteous sect and disdained associating with these elusive evil spirits.

But now, what right does he have to talk about being righteous? The sect's lineage is almost broken!

When Leng Ningshuang, kneeling on the ground, heard the name "Feng Mo," a flame ignited in her empty eyes for the first time—a flame of poisoned resentment.

"Feng Mo! Master! Kill him! You must kill him!" she screamed, her voice filled with anguish. "He destroyed my Heart's Eye Sword Technique! I want him dead! I want him to die a horrible death!"

Although Leng Wuhen did not speak, his hands, clenched tightly and with knuckles white, already showed his attitude.

They didn't know what the "demon worship cult" was, nor did they care.

Whoever can help them kill Feng Mo will be their savior.

The man in black robes let out a low laugh, seemingly pleased with their reaction.

Unbeknownst to anyone, beneath his sleeve, a strange, crimson flower was quietly blooming. A peculiar fragrance spread, igniting and amplifying the desires, resentment, and unwillingness in people's hearts.

This bewitching flower has limited effect on those with strong wills, but for someone like Xuanfeng, whose mind is already wavering, it is like adding fuel to the fire.

Yu Xuanfeng's breathing became heavy.

With a lifespan of two hundred years... he can nurture new geniuses and revitalize the Mind Eye Sword Sect.

To avenge his disciple... he could personally snap Feng Mo's neck to appease his lifelong hatred.

The dam of reason cracked inch by inch under the onslaught of desire.

"Disable my beloved disciple, sever my lineage..."

Yu Xuanfeng's eyes were bloodshot, and his aged face was distorted by extreme hatred, completely devoid of any grandmaster's demeanor.

"Feng Mo, you forced me to this!"

He turned abruptly to the man in black and said, enunciating each word clearly, "I promise you!"

"Very good." The man in black robes seemed to have expected this outcome.

He flicked his finger, and a jet-black jade slip shot towards Yu Xuanfeng.

"This is the 'Heavenly Eagle Transformation,' a fifth-tier demonic beast martial art that resonates well with your martial spirit. After cultivation, the first thing to become demonic is your eyes, and the white satin of your Mind Eye Sword Sect can serve as perfect cover."

"If you gather the essence and blood of a hundred human beings within a single day and bathe in it, you can successfully advance to the next cultivation level. Remember, you only have one day. After one day, the jade slip will automatically be destroyed."

"Once you have succeeded, I will contact you again to join us in assassinating Feng Mo. If this boy is not killed, my sect will not be at peace."

Leng Ning Shuang suddenly raised her head, her resentful face tinged with a fanatical desire: "If... more of my essence blood is used, will I become stronger?"

The man in black robes chuckled hoarsely: "You can give it a try."

A glint of greed and madness flashed in Leng Ningshuang's eyes as she looked at Yu Xuanfeng: "Master, we must go and kill someone!"

Leng Wuhen's Adam's apple bobbed; his thirst for power overwhelmed everything else.

He never wanted to experience the pain of falling from the clouds into the mud again.

Yu Xuanfeng looked at his disciple, who seemed to have gone mad, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a resolute look.

There's no turning back now.

He pondered for a moment, then looked at the man in black robes, his voice now as hoarse as his own: "Slaughtering over a hundred martial artists in Ding City at once would be too commotion and easily expose us. Could you perhaps create a small-scale demonic disturbance in the nearby urban area?"

The man in black robes laughed even louder: "Sect Leader Yu, you are indeed ruthless and decisive! I like it!"

"I will arrange a batch of fourth-tier demonic beasts, enough to throw the Demon Extermination Bureau of Ding City into disarray. Chaos will be your best cover. As for the rest, that's up to your own methods."

There was no trace of humanity left in Yu Xuanfeng's eyes, only coldness: "Thank you."

Late that night.

Dingshi, an ordinary residential building in the southern district.

A piercing scream tore through the night sky, only to be drowned out by a loud bang.

Blood and flesh flew everywhere, severed limbs were scattered.

Five enormous fourth-tier demonic beasts unleashed a primal massacre in this densely populated residential area.

The terrifying demonic body only exerted a slight force, yet the residential building was pierced through; a few more blows, and it collapsed.

Ordinary people are more fragile than paper in the face of them.

Fire, explosions, and the screams of the dying transformed this place into a hellish apocalypse.

When Su Mufeng, the director of the Ding City Demon Slaying Bureau, led his men in a bloody battle and finally killed all the demons, the entire neighborhood had been transformed into a living hell.

Seeing the wreckage and mangled flesh scattered on the ground, and smelling the overwhelming stench of blood in the air, the battle-hardened bureau chief's legs buckled, and he collapsed to his knees.

Thousands of lives...

Damn it, damn it, damn it!!

"The Demon Worship Cult...it must be the Demon Worship Cult!" His eyes were bloodshot, and he was on the verge of madness. "Investigate! Dig three feet into the ground, find these bastards!"

In the shadows where no one was watching, a figure clad in black moved with ease, silently collecting essence blood before swiftly fleeing into the distance.