Chapter 492 - Slaughter House Witch Sect (2/2)

Xiao Qi asked curiously.

“What is going on, you ask? Are you thick? The two fresh people are dead meat now, that is what is going on. Isn’t it obvious?”

Brother Loong smirked and then shook his head and lamented. “I was right! That b.i.t.c.h is no pushover. She lasted a good few minutes against so many powerful elders. d.a.m.n! I should have acted sooner and pinned her under my thumb. She is going to be priceless on the market.”

Even as everyone guessed what had happened, Xiao Qi’s face changed and then he pointed a finger at the plaza.

“Brother Loong, look! What is that?”

Brother Loong looked up and saw a young couple walking out of the plaza. There was no blood on their s.h.i.+rts, not even any sign of a scuffle.

“What is going on?”

Brother Loong was taken aback.

There were seven Perfected Cultivators and many leaders from all nineteen branches of the Witch Sects. They would never let the young couple out of there unharmed.

Even as Brother Loong pondered, someone came up to the girl to holla at her.

“Humph!”

The young man wearing a casual outfit snorted and waved a hand, shot out a golden shaft of light from his hand. The energy beam right through the person’s head turned around and shot directly at the crowd.

“What is this?”

Before Brother Loong realized what had happened, the light had cut through his neck and all of his cronies.

After having killed the crowd in one strike, the Sword of Essense Restoring didn’t return to Chen Fan, instead, it charged toward the village.

“Go, kill everyone in Mount Magus.”

Chen Fan stood impa.s.sively and looked into the distance indifferently.

This village was the source of many heinous crimes. The villagers were either from the Witch Sect or wanted criminals around the world. Chen Fan wouldn’t hesitate a second to kill them.

“Arhh! Arrhh!”

The Village of Mount Magus was awash with painful cries and maddening howls.

The chaos soon the village was ablaze. The golden blade danced around the flames and painted the fire with blood.

Some people tried to run away, some even tried to attack Chen Fan.

However, Chen Fan’s Divine Will had covered the entire village and he would see to it that there was not a living soul remaining in this village.

He controlled the Blade Qi from a distance and turned the entire village into a bloodbath.

In the end, the entire village was engulfed by fire when there was no single living person left.

“Hoooluuuu.”

Yukis.h.i.+ro Sa watched as the red tongue of the flame rose to a few dozen meters tall. She felt cold, even the hot blaze around her couldn’t supply any warmth to her. Chen Fan had ma.s.sacred the entire village.

By then, she finally started to realize how little her master cared about mortals.

“Master, where are we going next?”

Yukis.h.i.+ro Sa asked.

“The headquarters of the Dark Witch Sect. If the Grand Magus G.o.d really killed Yu Wenjin, I will spill his blood over Yu Wenjin’s grave to avenge her.”

Chen Fan said slowly.

The thought of the docile and kind-hearted cla.s.smate being consumed by the Grand Magus G.o.d stoked up the fire inside of Chen Fan.

Although Chen Fan was not sure what Art of Seven Malice Divine Soul was, he could tell from its name that it would inflict such excruciating pain on Yu Wenjin that would make death pale in comparison.

“If you dare to harm my friend, I will kill you even if you are the Perfected Immortal of the Nine Heavens.”

Chen Fan grunted as he looked toward the south, where the Dark Witch Sect was located.

Meanwhile, in the Dark Mountain just outside of Myanmar’s capital.

This mountain was a dormant volcano and it was constantly shrouded by poison mist, Malice Smoke and Yin qi. Such an unforgiving environment was not suitable for human life.

The lack of human activity gave birth to many rumors and legends about the mountain. A few decades ago, a group of men and women from China took over the mountain and spun the legends to their advantages. By then, even the president and chief generals of Myanmar would come to the Dark Mountain to pay tribute to the old sage that lived there.

In a temple deep inside of the Dark Mountain, a black-robed elder sat cross-legged on the ground.

With each breath he took, he drew out powerful Dark Malic Qi deep within the earth and channeled it into his belly.

Suddenly, the old man opened his eyes. His face was still shrouded by darkness, but his eyes shone like two green b.a.l.l.s of fire.

“Who was he? He killed my child and struck my Illusion Form, I will make him pay!”

The old man’s voice boomed in the valley. The earth started to tremble as if an earthquake.

Many disciples of the Dark Witch Sect knelt on the ground and dared not to look up.

“Find him, and kill him. I will turn him into my Ghost Slave, enslave him for ten thousand years!”

The Black-robed elder fumed.

“Yes, Ancestral Master!”

Many disciples kowtowed and replied in a shaky voice.