Chapter 110 – Slaughter of the Sect: The Crimson Descent of Tang San
Tang San laughed wantonly, the Shura Demon Sword in his hand turning into a scarlet streak as it sliced through the void.
With a puff, blood gushed from the throat of the Seventh Elder. He collapsed, lifeless.
Another elder had fallen, his body thudding heavily to the ground.
In the blink of an eye, only Tang Xiao and three elders remained on the battlefield.
Tang Xiao's face contorted with rage, his forehead veins bulging, muscles swelling like iron as he tightly gripped the Haotian Hammer.
The once-proud Haotian Sect—crumbling in his hands.
"Master! Go! The roots of the Haotian Sect cannot be cut off!"
The three elders cried out, their voices choked with sorrow.
Yet they were powerless. Tang San fought with unmatched ferocity, each swing more ruthless than the last.
"Tang San! If you still remember that you're Tang Hao's son, then let your uncle live!"
The Fifth Elder's plea rang out, hoping to awaken some sliver of familial sentiment.
"Heh!"
Tang San sneered. His face twisted, eyes dark and bloodshot, and lips curled into a cruel grin.
"My father and I wandered for years, hiding, fleeing. Where were you all then?!"
"I brought my father's spirit tablet here just to honor our ancestors. Was that wrong?!"
"Why? Why did you treat me like this? Because I accidentally killed my great-grandfather?"
"Even so, I offered my life to you—why did you still insult my parents?!"
Tears of blood welled in Tang San's eyes as he roared,
"I want the entire Haotian Sect to be buried with my father!"
Boom!
He stomped down. The entire mountain trembled. Smoke and dust surged skyward.
The next moment, he sprang like a cannonball toward the Seventh Elder.
With the Haotian Hammer raised high, it came crashing down with the force of the heavens.
"Damn it!"
The Seventh Elder's face turned grim, feeling the crushing momentum.
"Clear Sky Nine Absolutes!"
He infused his arms with immense soul power. His Haotian Hammer expanded in the wind, gleaming with deadly light.
Tang Xiao joined in, knees bent, hammer swinging in a wide arc as it smashed against Tang San's strike.
Boom—!
The Fourth Elder was struck as if by lightning. His right arm shattered, blood spewing.
The gap in strength was too great. He was utterly overpowered.
"Aaah!!"
The Fourth Elder howled in agony, staggering back with his left hand clutching the wound, his right hand barely holding up his hammer against Tang San's relentless assault.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Sparks flew as the hammers collided, echoing like war drums.
"Master! Go!!"
Suddenly, the Fourth Elder's grim smile froze in place—he was preparing to self-destruct.
"No—!"
The remaining two elders cried out in anguish, eyes filled with despair.
Just as they thought Tang San would perish—
A mocking smile curled on Tang San's lips.
With brute strength, veins throbbing, he dashed in and yanked the Fourth Elder aside.
Puff!
With a swift flick of his wrist, the Shura Demon Sword sliced clean through the Fourth Elder's neck.
The severed head flew skyward, and blood rained down.
In mere moments, yet another elder fell.
Only the Third Elder, the Fifth Elder, and Tang Xiao remained.
They screamed in grief, their faces twisted in disbelief.
"Hahaha—!"
Tang San let out a demonic laugh, drenched in blood, like the incarnation of a demon king.
With the Haotian Hammer in one hand, he lunged toward the last two elders, swinging violently.
The sky and earth trembled.
Boom!
The Third Elder was crushed into pulp.
The Fifth Elder turned to flee, but Tang San was faster.
In a flash, the Shura Demon Sword streaked forward and decapitated him.
Crack!
His head rolled, blood splashing like ink.
"Ah—!"
Tang Xiao let out a beast-like roar. His spirit power surged.
The Haotian Sect—was finished.
What point was there in living as the sect master now?
"ROAAAR!"
Muscles swelled, clothes tore, his body expanded to monstrous size.
Hammer in hand, Tang Xiao charged forward.
"Courting death!"
Tang San's eyes gleamed coldly. He met the charge with the Shura Demon Sword.
Bang!
Hammer and sword collided. Wind howled. Dust exploded.
Tang Xiao was flung dozens of meters, bones breaking, blood spurting.
He crashed down—alone. No one else survived.
Tang San descended slowly, staring at Tang Xiao with chilling calm—but hesitated to deliver the final blow.
"If my father knew… he would rip your bones from your flesh!"
Tang Xiao spat blood, eyes red, his voice soaked in sorrow and rage.
Tang San's tone turned glacial.
"I remember you are my uncle. I won't kill you. But today—this was their own fault."
Tang Xiao's head jerked up.
"Their own fault?! You murdered your great-grandfather, then slaughtered the sect. You still think you're worthy of the Tang name?! You're worse than the dogs in Spirit Hall!"
Pain laced his words, thick with loathing.
Tang San's gaze sharpened with murderous fury.
"Hmph! Spirit Hall? They're nothing! Don't worry—they'll die soon too!"
His voice was cold, his hatred deeper than the abyss.
"Watch closely—I'll slaughter every last dog in the Spirit Hall!"
With that, his body shot into the sky like a crimson bolt of lightning, vanishing down the mountain.
Tang Xiao stood dazed, staring at the mangled remains, his heart shredded by grief.
Then, clarity returned to his eyes. Anger turned to helpless sorrow.
He understood—he was no longer a match for Tang San.
Clenching his fists, blood dripping from his palms, he numbly stepped toward the cliff's edge.
The cold wind pierced him like needles, aging him a decade in a moment.
He closed his eyes. A desolate smile crept across his lips.
"I am… incompetent. I couldn't protect the Haotian Sect."
He murmured, then jumped.
The Haotian Sect—was annihilated.
Pope's Palace.
Bibi Dong, seated high in the grand hall, suddenly opened her eyes.
She had sensed it—a monstrous aura tearing through the sky.