BOOM...
A colossal boom, ten times more violent than any previous collision, erupted inside the stone grotto, followed by a deafening roar.
The entire mountain seemed to shudder as a violent gale of energy, like a tangible shockwave, spread madly in all directions.
The rock walls of the grotto fractured inch by inch, and large chunks of stone rained down. The Array carved into the ground was instantly obliterated. The string of Prayer Beads and the Purple Gold Alms Bowl were also sent flying, smashing against the walls and turning to dust, ceasing to exist.
Only the Dragon Blood Fruit, which Xia Wuyang had gently sent to a distant corner with a Soft Force before the clash, remained perfectly safe.
At the center of the energy blast, the withered old monk spat out a large mouthful of blood. "WAH!" The Warm Jade Lotus Seat beneath him shattered completely, but he had no time to feel the loss.
His eyes were now filled with horror. The power in his opponent’s sword strike was simply inhuman, reaching an unimaginable level.
He had never imagined that a Super Grade Celestial Human of the same rank could possess such power.
It wasn’t just incomparably fierce; it also carried a strange vibrating and penetrating force. His Vajra Unbreakable Body and Great Vajra Fist had only held for a single moment before being forcefully breached. He had been utterly powerless to fight back.
Xia Wuyang was also pushed back about ten feet by the recoil, but his form remained steady. He was clearly uninjured, still perfectly safe.
The difference in their strengths was obvious. Nothing more needed to be said.
A chill swept through the withered old monk’s heart. He knew it would be nearly impossible to survive today, let alone escape.
But as a Celestial Human at Super Grade Perfection and a Supreme Elder of the Vajra Sect, he had his own pride and trump cards.
"Evil Demons and Outsiders Dao must be slain by all! This old monk will perish together with you today and make you pay the price!"
A hint of madness flashed in his eyes. He had already realized that begging for mercy was not an option.
He bit down hard on the tip of his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of essence blood. His hands formed a Sealing Technique, and the aura around him suddenly grew violent and unstable. The faint glow under his skin turned crimson, and his body began to swell.
He was going to self-destruct, taking his enemy down with him.
"Perish together? You think you’re worthy?"
A cold voice rang out as Xia Wuyang’s figure reappeared before the withered old monk as if by teleportation. This time, he didn’t use a weapon.
Instead, he formed a sword with his fingers. A light as brilliant as a star, yet imbued with the essence of a Dragon Tiger Roar and the resonance of a Golden Bell, bloomed at his fingertips. With the speed of a thunderclap, he tapped the center of the old monk’s brow.
He had integrated the power of the Enchanting Heart Scripture into this attack—another experiment.
This was a pure Spiritual Power Attack, blending the refinement of the River Scripture with the domineering will of the Dragon and Tiger Golden Bell Body. It targeted the Soul directly, though it too had not yet reached the Extraordinary Level.
The withered old monk’s swelling body froze abruptly. The madness in his eyes was instantly extinguished, replaced by a complete blankness and deathly silence. Various Illusions intertwined in his mind, and in a brief moment, he experienced countless fates worse than death.
But soon, the violent aura within him deflated like a popped balloon. A single bead of crimson blood slowly seeped from the center of his brow.
The First Supreme Elder of the Vajra Sect, a Celestial Human at Super Grade Perfection, was dead!
Xia Wuyang withdrew his fingers, not even glancing at the slowly collapsing corpse. It was an expected outcome, not worth a second thought.
He walked to the corner and picked up the Dragon Blood Fruit, which still radiated immense Essence Qi and a scorching heat. It was warm to the touch, as if he were truly holding a miniature Dragon Heart, and a sense of satisfaction washed over him.
He swept his Spiritual Power across the entire grotto again to confirm he hadn’t missed anything. Then, he collected all the treasures carried by the three old monks, along with some other scattered valuables.
From the minds of the Supreme Elders, Xia Wuyang had also learned the locations of several of the Vajra Sect’s Secret Vaults. He plundered them thoroughly, finding no shortage of Spirit Level Materials, Spirit Talismans, and Spirit Ores.
After doing all this, he did not leave immediately.
When you cut the weeds, you must pull out the roots.
When you take revenge, you must see it through to the end.
After tonight, it would be a fight to the death between him and the Vajra Sect. Or rather, it already was.
That being the case, why hold back?
His figure flickered, and he left the Vajra Cave. He began to move through the core area of the Vajra Sect as if it were an undefended territory.
The Scripture Pavilion, the Elixir Medicine Room, the Treasure House, the Abbot’s Meditation Hall, the residences of the Elders... He spared no location, plundering every single one.
The Soul Enchantment Technique cleared his path, his Spiritual Power scanned his surroundings, and his Mental Force Field reflected everything.
Everywhere he went, any Martial Monks, Stewards, or even Elders on night duty or in secluded cultivation were all slain with lightning-fast methods, provided their Cultivation was at the Upper Three Grades or higher, or if they were villains who had participated in persecuting the old retainers of the Crown Prince’s Mansion. Not a single one escaped.
The occasional teams of Martial Monks who formed an Array Formation to resist him couldn’t withstand the might of a single one of his sword strikes. Bodies littered the ground.
The fierce attacks of the Dragon and Tiger Fighting Technique and the powerful defense of the Golden Bell Prison-Suppression Fist were displayed to their fullest extent in his hands, giving him a good opportunity to hone his skills.
Combined with his realm and power, which far surpassed his opponents’, it was a completely one-sided slaughter. And he was only using less than one percent of his true strength.
In the dead of night, the Vajra Sect—a great Buddhist Sect that had stood atop Little Sumeru Mountain for thousands of years—had in reality become a den of demons. Short, sharp screams, the shattering of weapons, and the rumble of collapsing buildings echoed intermittently.
Blood gradually stained the bluestone courtyards and corridors, even pooling into small streams. And every person Xia Wuyang killed was someone who deserved to die.
Fear spread like a plague among the survivors.
Countless monks awoke from their sleep only to see the gruesome corpses of their brethren and a dark, Demon God-like figure. Scared out of their wits, they scattered and fled, unable to mount any effective resistance. Xia Wuyang even wished they would fight back a little, just to add to his fun.
Xia Wuyang had no interest in chasing after small fry; it would be a waste of time and energy.
His objective was clear: eliminate the high-level combatants, plunder all valuable resources, and deliver a devastating blow to his enemy sect, ensuring it would never have a chance to recover.
About an hour later, the entire core area of the Vajra Sect had fallen into a deathly silence, almost devoid of life.
The high-ranking combatants had been all but wiped out. Xia Wuyang had violently broken into the various storehouses and taken everything of value—cherished Martial Arts Secret Manuals, Elixirs, medicinal herbs, minerals, gold and silver—and placed it all into his Personal Space. He had even deliberately cleared out some room beforehand specifically to plunder the Vajra Sect’s treasures.
The haul from this venture far exceeded his expectations.
Standing on the roof of the Grand Hall, the highest point in the Vajra Sect, he looked down at the ruined monastery below—a scene of scattered lights and faint cries of despair. A cold smile touched his lips.
The night wind whipped at his dark Cloak, making it flutter and snap.
Inside his Personal Space, the Dragon Blood Fruit was still scorching hot, but the Vajra Sect had already gone cold.
"The interest has been collected in full. Another fool dealt with," he muttered to himself, his voice cold and merciless.
In the darkest hour before dawn, Little Sumeru Mountain was shrouded in deathly silence and the stench of blood, plunged into the darkest moment of its several-thousand-year history.

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