Chapter 975: Reigning Over the Path to Hell (1/2)
“Sect Master!”
“Huang Xiaolong killed our Sect Master! We must kill Huang Xiaolong to avenge him!”
“KILL—!”
A part of the Ghost Refining Sect disciples encircling Huang Xiaolong’s group let fury take over their reason, bombarding Huang Xiaolong with haphazard attacks. Violent waves godforce erupted from various angles, several disciples even planned to blow up their godheads, pulling Huang Xiaolong to hell with them!
Watching these people, Huang Xiaolong snickered in contempt, his godforce circulated at rapid speed as he punched out with a Great Void Divine Fist.
Consecutive booms resounded in the air.
Some disciples barely got close to Huang Xiaolong when their bodies exploded from the overpowering impact, dead before they even knew it.
However, that did not stop the ones who felt extreme loyalty towards the Ghost Refining Sect, as they continued to rush toward Huang Xiaolong, preparing to die.
Huang Xiaolong replied to their madness with attack after attack. This went on for ten minutes or so before the situation slightly subsided.
After the tens of thousands of Ghost Refining Sect disciples who tried to blow up their godheads were killed by Huang Xiaolong, the waves of attacks finally stopped. No person dared to take another step forward.
Looking at Huang Xiaolong, these Ghost Refining Sect disciples’ eyes were filled with fear and shock, as if they were facing a ruthless archdevil.
The blood and body pieces of those cultivators who died from Huang Xiaolong’s punches dyed the Ghost Refining City below red, the streets looking like rivers of blood.
“Anyone else wants to avenge their Sect Master?” Huang Xiaolong’s cold piercing gaze swept over the remaining disciples; their heads lowered and souls trembled hearing Huang Xiaolong’s voice.
Right at this point, one of the Grand Elders that was embedded into the ground by an attack had swallowed an indistinguishable pellet and sped toward the main hall.
The disdainful curve on Huang Xiaolong’s face deepened watching the Grand Elder. His palm extended, pulling that Grand Elder in front of him in less than a breath’s time.
Seeing that his effort was thwarted, the Grand Elder’s eyes widened in dread as panic seized his heart.
“You want to activate the ancient heavenly formations of your sect?” Huang Xiaolong looked at the Grand Elder, exposing his plan with a mocking gaze.
Huang Xiaolong had scoured the souls of the Ghost Refining Sect Master, the young lord, and the Infernal Ghost Messenger, therefore he knew all there was to know about the this sect. When the Grand Elder attempted to flee into the main hall, Huang Xiaolong saw through his plan in an instant.
“I- no, wasn’t...” Just as that Grand Elder tried to wrangle his innocence, Huang Xiaolong’s Archdevil Supreme Godhead’s devouring power turned him into a lifeless, shrunken body.
Other Elders and Grand Elders who secretly harbored the same thoughts at this Grand Elder became ashen, cold sweat trickled down their backs.
“Who else wants to activate the ancient divine formations?” Huang Xiaolong looked around, his voice was icy.
In that instant, every one of the Ghost Refining Sect disciples felt like they had plummeted into an ice cave.
Without warning, Huang Xiaolong suddenly pressed his palm down toward the Ghost Refining Sect headquarters through space, causing a giant hand imprint to cast a shadow over the main hall building. Following this, bright lights spread out from the main hall, rising to the sky. This was the ancient divine formation’s power.
Still, it didn't last long. Huang Xiaolong soon suppressed the formation’s power, causing it’s bright light to dim, almost going out.
When the remaining Ghost Refining Sect disciples saw Huang Xiaolong suppressing and sealing the ancient divine formation in the main hall, their last line of hope was cruelly cut off.
As the seconds passed, a disciple surrendered, then another. More and more disciples submitted to Huang Xiaolong, kneeling to show allegiance.
Huang Xiaolong was generous to these people; with a wave of his hands, a large number of healing pellets scattered around like a thunderstorm.
Holding the sacred grade divine pellets in their hands, solemness and pain turned into joy, willingly kowtowing in Huang Xiaolong’s direction.