Chapter 31: Astonishing

Wu, a ferocious beast of the Martial Venerable Realm? This, this is impossible!

A demon beast capable of freely changing its form must at least be of the Martial Ancestor Realm, and from the aura just leaked by the opponent, that is truly a Martial Venerable Realm.

In the Eastern Wasteland, not a single Martial Venerable expert has ever appeared; how could anyone possibly subdue a Martial Venerable Realm demon beast?

This completely exceeds everyone's understanding.

Everyone's thoughts stalled for a few seconds; after they reacted, Sect Master Su slightly raised one hand.

In an instant, a heavenly pressure like a mountain weighed down heavily on the three Martial Ancestors lying on the ground like dead dogs, unable to move.

The three dying cultivators were literally crushed of breath by the heavy pressure, lying on the ground vomiting blood and dying.

Just at that moment.

The whole heaven and earth seemed to quiet down.

"Whoosh!"

The sound of three sword qi piercing the cultivators' bodies rang out.

Accompanying the weakening of three auras, they finally dissipated between heaven and earth.

The three sword qi directly split the ground in half, like a ravine.

As for the three corpses, they turned into a pool of bloody mud, a gruesome sight.

The Seventh Elder and the remaining Ye family disciples behind him vigorously rubbed their eyes, filled with shock and disbelief.

In a short time, they could not accept the fact that three Martial Ancestor Realm experts were instantly killed.

After several breaths had passed, and that dazzling, blinding sword light had dissipated, his vision finally returned to normal.

Upon looking up again, the three Martial Ancestors who had been lofty now lay as a pool of bloody mud; the Ye family hidden guards behind him, for the first time, showed fear in their eyes as they gazed at the cat on Sect Master Su's shoulder, terrified!

"Quickly form the Cloud Smoke Cover Sun Formation! Trap him!"

Among the Ye family hidden guards, someone unknown shouted: "As long as we trap that demon beast, we can wear them to death! I don't believe they can break the Spirit-rank Formation."

"Hum!"

The hidden guards dispersed their positions and began to join hands to form the formation.

Once the formation is successfully set up, even a Martial Venerable Realm expert can only wait to die obediently; in their view, only the White Tiger on Sect Master Su's shoulder is a threat, everything else is negligible.

The hidden guards thought their countermeasure would make Sect Master Su panic.

But the next moment.

They saw Sect Master Su raise an eyebrow calmly, then without the slightest panic, circulate his inner yuan power and unleash his natal flying sword.

And the little 'cat' on his shoulder, like an awakened beast, swelled in size at a speed visible to the naked eye.

One person, one beast.

Could he still have some hidden trump card?

The Seventh Elder touched his cheek sliced by sword qi, his brows furrowed tightly.

The elders protected behind Sect Master Su also showed puzzled expressions; over a dozen people glanced at each other, obviously not expecting that the seemingly insignificant little 'cat' possessed such ferocity.

This ferocious beast, whose strength rivals that of a human Martial Venerable Realm expert, where exactly did the sect master capture it?

Moreover, has the sect master truly broken through to the Martial Venerable Realm, becoming the first Martial Venerable of the Eastern Wasteland?

Soon everyone will find out!

One only saw Sect Master Su, while unleashing his natal flying sword, also shuttle through space; with just a raise of his hand, the void split, a distance of a hundred feet, arriving instantly.

Whoosh!

A sword light flashed past, "Boom!" accompanied by several people falling to the ground.

Like chopping vegetables, the hidden guards preparing to set up the Cloud Smoke Cover Sun Formation had their arms cut……

No.

It was a severing, they fell off.

The hidden guards' bodies were further pierced by the fierce sword qi, violently smashing down from midair to the ground; this strong impact left everyone present shocked.

"Is it only cutting off both arms? It seems my spatial power is still not proficient, but with more practice I can master its use." Sect Master Su's expression was solemn.

Once again, he tore open space.

This sword directly cut a cultivator in half at the waist.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

After more than ten consecutive swords,

the ground had more than ten corpses.

Every sword took a life.

The spiritual power shield erected by the hidden guards was as fragile as paper, easily torn; they could only hear the whooshing of sword whistles in their ears, and then comrades fell one after another, each gaining a sword mark on their bodies.

Too strong!

Strong beyond their expectations!

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—"

All the hidden guards who had formed the formation fell; most of them were Martial Kings, and there were even Martial Spirit Realm cultivators among them.

How could they possibly withstand the attacks of Sect Master Su and the ferocious beast White Tiger?

In the time it takes to finish a cup of tea, dozens of Martial Kings and Martial Spirits hadn't even finished setting up their formation before they fell on the spot; even the last cultivator who hoped to send a message via soul transmission, a Ninth Layer Martial King, also perished.

The road was covered with densely packed corpses, blood spreading across the ground.

After a fresh breeze blew, the air was filled with this pungent bloody smell.

The setting sun like blood reflected the congealed blood on the ground, so red it was dazzling, making people unable to help but feel chilled.

Pat!

Someone's magical artifact fell to the ground.

Clang!

Someone's iron hammer smashed onto the ground.

Crack!

Someone's jaw dropped from fright.

More than ten Martial Emperor realm elders stared wide‑eyed, faces full of disbelief, looking at those who had wanted to form a formation but were now dead beyond death—the Ye family's hidden guards.

More than thirty Martial Kings and Martial Spirits, plus three unfathomably strong Martial Ancestors.

In the blink of an eye, they all fell.

No hot‑blooded battle!

No contest of spells!

Nor did he let his subordinates charge into battle!

Sect, sect master…… this this this, we really aren't dreaming? The only… thing on your shoulder… is the rumored holy beast—White Tiger, your cultivation truly… broke through the Martial Venerable realm?

I thought the sect master's shoulder bore your newly raised spirit pet, but I never expected it to be the White Tiger holy beast!

Old Seven, this is what you said—using us as sacrifices to the heavenly demon, letting me die for the sect master; the sect master simply doesn't care about our feelings.

After taking a few deep breaths to calm the inner shock.

All the elders' gazes fell in unison onto the Seventh Elder.

The Seventh Elder's half face was sliced by sword qi, his eyes dull, he sat dazed on the wreckage, glanced around at the purgatory‑like carnage, then looked up at the unharmed, immaculate Sect Master Su.

A crisp crackling sound rang out.

It felt as if some worldview had been overturned.

The Seventh Elder raised his hand, touched the cheek sliced by sword qi, but felt only icy blood and warm tears.

Impossible…… impossible…… you chose me to go scout the Ye family together—not to let us become sacrifices to the heavenly demon, but to release the heavenly demon? Choosing us was to let us live better?

But you haven't already colluded with extraterrestrial heavenly demons and made a deal with the devil, have you?

You want to dominate the Eastern Wasteland, you want to slaughter the human race! You are evil, Young Master Ye Xuan is righteous—since ancient times evil does not prevail over righteousness, how could you possibly subdue the ferocious beast of the Martial Venerable realm?

"How could this be……?" the Seventh Elder shook his head, face full of disbelief, myriad thoughts surged like a tide, at this moment his mind was in utter chaos.

He had always believed.

Sect Master Su is nothing but a hypocrite who says one thing to your face and does another behind your back!

On the surface he claims to act for the human race and the sect, rescuing those cultivators who have been framed and harmed, teaching them their techniques from childhood, nurturing them, giving them a chance at rebirth.

In reality, he is greedy for profit, willingly a slave to power, using any means to gain higher cultivation, gladly colluding with extraterrestrial forces; saving them is merely to make them sacrifices to the heavenly demon, not an act of great benevolence.

The Seventh Elder would never have believed it, but recent events have unfolded step by step, forcing him to doubt.

But now——

His so‑called evidence all turned into a blade stabbing himself; he instantly felt lost, the words Ye Xuan had brainwashed him with, in the face of the White Tiger holy beast and Martial Venerable cultivation, collapsed without resistance.

"Old Seven." That imposing, heaven‑court‑like square face looked at him and spoke again.

But this time,

Sect Master Su's face no longer held its former gentleness, nor any forgiveness.

Instead, it was the coldness and disappointment he never wanted to see in this lifetime: "All these years, you still don't know what our sect is like?"