675 Blood For Blood (2/2)

Dozens of shadows materialized amidst the wraith. Each one of them wore high hats, their gazes cold and murderous.

The hopelessness that Wang Changfeng and group felt intensified.

Concourse of the Underworld!

The ten kings of the underworld had come together!

How could they break away when faced with such a lineup?

Were the heavens set on ending the Ma-i Sect?

The ten Yama Kings did not join in the massacre after they appeared. They watched Yun Yang from afar and only moved to kill the Ma-i disciples who intended to escape the siege. With these ten men acting as the barricade, the disciples did not get to move far in their flight.

”Supreme Cloud! We, the Ma-i Sect, have indeed gone against our ancestral teachings. This is the punishment we deserve! However, that's a decision to made by higher authorities than you and I, it has nothing to do with our disciples. They had to do it-,obng their elders' command!” Ma-i Sect's sect leader, Ge Zuheng, cried aloud, ”Let these disciples leave! Our lives are yours!”

”We won't put up a fight! We will accept anything and everything thrown at us!”

”Lord Supreme Cloud, please have mercy – let these innocent disciples leave!”

Wang Changfeng's golden hook was already poised at his neck when he roared, ”Supreme Cloud! Have you heard it! One word of yours and this old man's life is yours!”

Yun Yang's distant voice held no emotion when he replied, ”The cycle of karma, of heaven's will – whoever does God's will shall have mercy upon them! That day, dozens of your Ma-i Sect ace cultivators joined the military and slaughtered our Yutang soldiers with tyrannical force. Tens of thousands men have directly or indirectly died because of you…”

”Your intervention is, to a certain extent, the reason the Fortress of Resilience fell!”

”Millions of brothers are watching me!” Yun Yang said, ”Their heroic souls aren't far away, they're still hovering over Tiantang's sky.”

”I can feel their gazes on my back clearly – they're urging me to avenge their deaths!”

The grey shadow flashed. Yun Yang's gaze shot from the thick fog like two beams of lightning strikes. ”Right now, right here, right in this day, this point of time, can the few lives of yours shoulder the many blood debts? Can you recompense it?”

”Even if the entire Ma-i Sect falls, it's not enough! Far from enough!”

Yun Yang said faintly, ”I've already said it just now. Proficient cultivators are strictly prohibited from partaking in the wars of the continent's empires. This has always been Tianxuan Continent's golden rule. Once involved, there must be an end. Yutang has been in war for so many years but there's never an intervention from reclusive sects. Paying no heed to your ancestral edict and putting a leg into this hegemony, becoming Yutang's enemy, won't more people feel hopeful if you manage to keep your legacy until the end?”

”The Ma-i Sect,” Yun Yang hollered, ”Must fall today!”

Wang Changfeng and Ge Zuheng laughed in anguish, ”Ma-i Sect… Ma-i Sect…”

They looked into each other's tearful eyes and actually had nothing else left to say. L. There was no need to say more.

Supreme Cloud's resolution was unshakeable like the mountain.

The fall of the Ma-i Sect had to happen today.