Supreme Emptiness-Chapter 732: Annihilation of a Clan

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Kong Yuanba stared at them in disbelief.

His own disciples, asking him to take his own life in exchange for Jiang Fan’s forgiveness?

"Shut up! A bunch of useless trash!"

"At this critical moment of life and death for the Giant Sect, you dare to turn against your own sect?"

Kong Yuanba roared angrily: "We of the Giant Sect will die with glory, if we die, we die with integrity!"

"Killing the Sect Master to appease the enemy—are you not afraid of being ridiculed by posterity?"

His righteously indignant rebuke caused quite a few disciples to falter in their convictions.

Asking the Sect Master to face death alone.

Throughout history, this would be unprecedented.

Today’s actions were destined to mark them with infamy.

"Charge with me!"

Kong Yuanba let out a thunderous shout.

His impassioned rally did stir some disciples into action.

Clenching their teeth, they reignited their murderous intent and charged towards Jiang Fan behind Kong Yuanba.

A quick count revealed around a dozen disciples.

They surged towards Jiang Fan in a frenzy.

But just as they were about to reach Jiang Fan—

Kong Yuanba’s eyes flashed.

Without warning, his figure retreated violently, his foot stamping down and sending towering plumes of water spraying into the air.

He sped off in the direction of Boundary Mountain.

Leaving the group of disciples charging at Jiang Fan stunned and bewildered in place.

Jiang Fan looked at the group of disciples and remarked coldly:

"Your Giant Sect’s ethos has always been to prioritize self-interest above all else."

"Such extreme selfishness—how could it possibly evolve into a self-sacrificing tragedy for the sect?"

"Only you few simple-minded disciples fell for it."

"Didn’t you see that the two Supreme Elders and the other elders haven’t budged an inch?"

The disciples suddenly realized.

Kong Yuanba had used them, exploiting their numbers to block Jiang Fan.

Giving himself time to escape.

"Kong Yuanba!"

They were furious, enraged by the deception.

Jiang Fan’s eyes grew icy, offering them no sympathy.

He raised his sword and charged in.

Within ten breaths.

The screams of agony echoed endlessly; they were all cut down on the spot.

The two Supreme Elders and other elders watched miserably, their hearts aching. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

Only about fifty disciples remained.

These were the elite disciples of the Giant Sect, the future seeds of hope.

Each one killed was an irrecoverable loss.

One Supreme Elder cupped his hands and said, "Jiang Dao You."

"As you can see, Kong Yuanba has already betrayed our Giant Sect."

"From this day forward, our Giant Sect has no ties to Kong Yuanba."

"I beg Jiang Dao You to distinguish right from wrong and refrain from further killing the innocent."

Jiang Fan nodded lightly.

He mounted the Purple Sword and flew towards the direction Kong Yuanba had fled.

The members of the Giant Sect watched Jiang Fan’s figure diminish bit by bit into the horizon before finally letting out a sigh of relief.

One Supreme Elder cradled Zhou Qingcang’s lifeless body, tears filling his elderly eyes.

His gaze was full of hatred.

He swept his eyes across the disciples and shouted, red-eyed:

"Go and look at the corpses of your masters, your senior brothers, your junior brothers!"

"Remember their tragic deaths! Burn their images into your memory!"

"From now on, keep reminding yourselves to cultivate diligently and seek revenge!"

"If ten years isn’t enough, take twenty years! If twenty years isn’t enough, take fifty years!"

"One day, you must avenge the sea of blood spilled today!"

"Jiang Fan, the Green Cloud Sect—kill them all!"

"Leave none alive!!!"

The disciples wept bitter tears, their eyes ablaze with the fires of vengeance.

Henceforth, the mission of the disciples of the Giant Sect consisted of only one thing.

Revenge!

Until the day every last member of the Green Cloud Sect was annihilated.

The Supreme Elder nodded in satisfaction, ever so slightly: "Go, and remember their faces."

"Each time you slack off or forget to cultivate, think of their miserable de—"

Splurt—

He couldn’t finish his words.

A cold arrowhead pierced his back, spearing through his chest.

He lowered his gaze to his chest, staring at the protruding arrowhead.

It was drenched in steaming, scalding fresh blood.

His face showed disbelief.

He turned his head with difficulty, looking behind.

The Jiang Fan who had apparently flown away had quietly returned, concealed amid the white clouds.

In his hand was a shimmering silver longbow.

"You..."

His whole body went cold, and then his vision turned black as he collapsed with a thud to the ground.

The remaining Supreme Elder hurriedly cried out, "Jiang Dao You!"

"Why… why did you come back?"

"The words just now only represent Supreme Elder Hong, not us."

Jiang Fan stepped downward on his Flying Sword, slowly descending.

He said indifferently:

"How could I leave without killing all of you?"

He was merely pretending to leave.

Giving them the illusion of survival, only to follow up with a surprise attack.

The sole surviving Supreme Elder was both enraged and terrified. "You… you’re far too ruthless!"

"We’ve already said that this was all Kong Yuanba’s doing!"

"We have always opposed the murder of Li Qingfeng."

"Why do you take your anger out on innocents?"

Jiang Fan sneered coldly: "Innocents?"

"When I came seeking revenge, had any of you said anything like what you did just now? Had anyone demanded Kong Yuanba’s self-sacrifice?"

"If someone had, I would have believed you to be innocent!"

"But no—none of you did."

"Every one of you tried your hardest to kill me."

"Even cutting ties with Kong Yuanba wasn’t because any of you realized you were wrong."

"It’s because you were afraid of dying!"

"Afraid of the pain of being killed!"

"Now you want to feign innocence?"

"It’s too late!"

He leapt forward at the remaining Supreme Elder.

"Divine Lord’s Desolation!"

A divine statue loomed behind him, its four arms simultaneously striking forward.

No matter the outcome of this clash.

He then unfurled a blood-red robe and swung it toward him.

The barely defensive Supreme Elder, unable to evade fast enough, was ensnared by the blood-red robe.

"Jiang Fan! You’re too heartless!"

"Wiping out an entire sect!"

"Are you not afraid of retribution…"

Splurt—

A streak of violet light pierced through his neck.

With a light flick, his head flew high into the air.

The headless body crashed to the ground with a resounding thud.

Jiang Fan wiped his sword on the corpse’s robes and said flatly:

"If retribution could bring Li Qingfeng back to life."

"I would welcome that retribution eagerly."

He then turned and charged at the last two elders.

Given their mere Core Formation cultivation at the Sixth and Seventh Layers, their fate was inevitable.

Finally.

Jiang Fan cast a cold gaze upon the fifty or so disciples.

He had no intention of sparing them.

The seeds of hatred had already been planted in their hearts.

Leaving even one alive would invite future calamities!

That single glance shattered their courage completely.

A group incapable of Core Formation cultivation had no nerve left to face Jiang Fan.

Panic-stricken, they fled in all directions.

"You won’t escape!"

Jiang Fan stepped forward to give chase.

From behind, a squad of elderly figures adorned in Green Cloud Sect robes approached rapidly.

These were the Supreme Elders of the Green Cloud Sect.

Leading them was Shi Kaitian.

His face showed unwavering resolve.

He’d already made up his mind to clash with the Giant Sect to the bitter end.

Yet upon noticing the brutal scene before him, even he froze in astonishment.

The ground was littered with the dead bodies of the Giant Sect members.

Among them were disciples in their uniforms, elders in their attire, and even those belonging to the Supreme Elders.

The modes of death varied.

Some had only their hearts pierced through.

Others had their heads severed, leaving them as headless corpses.

Still others were sliced cleanly in two.

The glaring red blood dyed the battlefield entirely.

The stench of iron and death permeated the air, assaulting the very depths of one’s soul.

It was a scene straight out of hell.

"Gulp~"

Following close behind, Zhuang Yuanyin and the other Supreme Elders gazed at the battlefield, their aged eyes trembling.

"T-that is Giant Sect’s Third Supreme Elder, Qian Daoyuan!"

"If I haven’t mistaken, that severed head belongs to Fifth Supreme Elder, Kong Wuming?"

"That mangled face—was that the Tenth Supreme Elder, Duan Mingrui?"

"Then there’s Seventh Supreme Elder, Han Feide."

"Also Zhao Wumeng, Chen Hailiang, Bu Zhen, Gu Daoqing!"

"Hiss! And now we count Fang Taiji and He Jiuzhang among the dead..."

"The Giant Sect’s Supreme Elders are completely annihilated!"

"Not just the Supreme Elders—the other elders are all dead too!"

"Aside from Kong Yuanba, the high-ranking members of Giant Sect are entirely exterminated!"

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