Chapter 112: The Fall of the Heavenly Arms Sect, A Saint Realm Perishes

Chapter 112: The Fall of the Heavenly Arms Sect, A Saint Realm Perishes

A surge of aura erupted, soaring into the heavens.

The astonishing sharpness seemed capable of piercing through the nine layers of the firmament, shattering the void between heaven and earth.

In an instant, a streak of sword light materialized out of thin air, tearing through the void as it shot forth, striking the massive, crimson palm imprint that radiated boundless heat, capable of incinerating all things.

The sword light paused briefly before shattering, yet it managed to block the palm imprint.

"Which fellow Daoist is this? Why attack my Heavenly Arms Sect?"

A hoarse voice rang out, carrying the sharp, metallic resonance of clashing weapons, reverberating endlessly.

A figure emerged, wreathed in an endless radiance of weaponized divine light. Though slightly hunched, resembling an elderly man in his twilight years, the aura emanating from him was overwhelmingly powerful, enough to make one tremble.

"Ancestor, this person is from the Huntian Sect," the Heavenly Arms Sect Leader immediately reported.

This elder was one of the few remaining Saint Realm ancestors of the Heavenly Arms Sect, the sole pillar of the sect, who usually remained in seclusion.

He would only emerge when the sect faced life-or-death crises—such as now.

"The Huntian Sect…" The Heavenly Arms Sect Elder frowned slightly. "Fellow Daoist, our Heavenly Arms Sect and your Huntian Sect have never interfered with each other. Why attack us?"

Having been in seclusion for centuries, this elder was unaware of the recent tensions between the Heavenly Arms Sect and the Huntian Sect.

Centuries were no short span of time.

Hundreds of years ago, the Heavenly Arms Sect harbored no ambitions of replacing the Huntian Sect—such ambitions had only sprouted in recent years.

Yet, the Supreme Elder of the Huntian Sect showed no intention of explaining. Instead, another palm imprint materialized mid-air and slammed down violently, distorting the atmosphere and causing the void to tremble. The terrifying heat was so intense that even the Heavenly Arms Sect Leader, a powerhouse in his own right, felt as though he would be reduced to ashes.

"Fellow Daoist, you go too far!" The Heavenly Arms Sect Ancestor roared in fury, his body blazing with radiant weaponized divine light.

Countless blades and swords materialized, each exuding an astonishing killing intent, their divine light overflowing.

Boom!

Hundreds of blades and swords shot forth, capable of obliterating everything in their path.

Even a towering mountain would be reduced to dust and nothingness under such an assault.

"A mere False Saint Realm…"

A voice dripping with disdain echoed as the crimson palm imprint trembled, coalescing with countless blazing crimson runes that grew increasingly resplendent. The palm imprint became denser and more imposing, its aura growing even more scorching and terrifying.

The hundreds of blades and swords shattered instantly, and the palm imprint descended without pause, crushing everything in its path.

"Minor Saint Realm… No… True Saint Realm!"

The Heavenly Arms Sect Ancestor gasped in horror, his eyes filled with despair.

Even in death, he could not comprehend why he had perished.

In truth, he had been led to his doom by the Heavenly Arms Sect Leader.

But soon, the Sect Leader would join him in death.

……

Tianyuan Sacred Land.

"The Heavenly Arms Sect has been annihilated."

"What?"

"Could it be the Huntian Sect's doing?"

"Almost certainly. The residual aura at the scene was at the Major Saint Realm level, scorching beyond measure. The one who struck was most likely the Burning Heaven True Saint of the Huntian Sect."

For a moment, silence reigned within the Tianyuan Sacred Land.

(To be continued...)

The Heavenly Arms Sect dispatched four Dao Integration Realm experts to ambush and kill Chen Feng, but not only did they fail, they even lost their own lives in the process.

The most outrageous part was the news brought back by Diyuanzi.

Chen Feng actually had eight Guardians.

Guardians were not a role just anyone could take on.

Without sufficient strength, attempting to be a Guardian would only harm both oneself and the one being protected.

Guardians were typically at the Dao Integration Realm.

Thus, members of smaller factions didn’t have the concept of Guardians, simply because they lacked Dao Integration Realm experts.

To guard another’s path was also to guard one’s own path.

Of course, this didn’t mean geniuses from smaller factions traveled without protection—they certainly did—but such protectors couldn’t be called Guardians.

Eight Guardians—how absurd was that?

Not even the three great Sacred Lands would go to such lengths.

The Huntian Sect had truly gone mad.

After the Heavenly Arms Sect’s ambush on Chen Feng failed, the Tianyuan Sacred Land had also been preparing for the Huntian Sect’s retaliation against the Heavenly Arms Sect.

Yet, they never expected the Huntian Sect to act so decisively and ruthlessly this time, directly deploying a Major Saint Realm powerhouse.

Though the Heavenly Arms Sect had been founded by a Saint-Level expert, that expert had only been at the Minor Saint Realm.

And the one currently overseeing the sect was merely at the False Saint Realm.

A False Saint Realm cultivator was no match for a Minor Saint Realm expert, let alone a Major Saint Realm one.

Everything happened too quickly, in too short a time. Before they could even react, it was all over—the Heavenly Arms Sect was annihilated, its headquarters reduced to ruins, molten lava flowing through the wreckage, radiating terrifying destructive power.

The members of the Tianyuan Sacred Land fell into silence.

They all understood—this was the Huntian Sect’s counterattack, a display of their might, a warning to all factions in the Eastern Wasteland that even in their decline, the Huntian Sect still possessed formidable strength. Anyone who wished to oppose them would have to weigh the consequences carefully.

(To be continued...)

"Has Saint Son Mingfei made preparations to embark on his Invincible Path?" the Tianyuan Sacred Land Leader shifted the topic and inquired.

"He is ready and can set off for Eastern Xuan Emperor City at any time."

"No matter what, we must ensure he can forge the foundation of an Invincible Heart," the Tianyuan Sacred Land Leader said gravely.

The Invincible Battle Arena only opened once every ten years—this was a rare opportunity.

Though forging an Invincible Heart didn’t necessarily require the Invincible Battle Arena, doing so there was undoubtedly safer.

Not only the Tianyuan Sacred Land had made such preparations—the other two Sacred Lands and various sects shared the same intention.

Chen Feng of the Huntian Sect had already taken the first step in forging an Invincible Heart, serving as both inspiration and hope for them.

If Chen Feng could do it, why couldn’t they?

For a time, the Eastern Wasteland was in upheaval.

...

A streak of sword light sliced across the sky.

"Young Master, we’ve arrived at the Great Xia Kingdom," Yang Tao announced.

"Uncle Yang, let’s descend a bit," Chen Feng said, his eyes brightening.

The Great Xia Kingdom was a nation—not particularly large, but still home to millions of people and numerous cities.

The Chen family’s Lingshan City was a small border town within the kingdom.

Though he had been away for years, Chen Feng was still familiar with Lingshan City. Before long, he pointed ahead.

"Uncle Yang, that’s the place."

Yang Tao gradually slowed their descent, finally landing about a dozen kilometers outside the city.

This way, unnecessary panic could be avoided. After all, this was the Secular World, where martial prowess was generally quite low, mostly at the Body Forging Realm, with few reaching the Aperture Opening Realm, let alone the Meridian Forging Realm.

Flight via artifacts was only possible upon reaching the Divine Wheel Realm. As for Flight Without Artifacts, that required the Transcendent Realm.

Though Chen Feng had returned, he had no intention of drawing too much attention, lest it cause unnecessary alarm.

A distance of several kilometers was nothing to Chen Feng and Yang Tao. Even Chen Feng's Movement Technique alone was incredibly swift, far surpassing the speed of ordinary Aperture Opening or even Meridian Forging cultivators.

Chen Feng's figure moved with the agility and vigor of a dragon, surrounded by roaring winds.

Yang Tao, meanwhile, followed leisurely with his hands clasped behind his back.

Before long, the two arrived at the gates of Lingshan City. Slowing their pace, they entered the city on foot like ordinary people before quickening their steps again, heading toward the Chen family residence.

The closer they got, the more Chen Feng felt a mix of urgency, nervousness, apprehension, and hope stirring within him.