Chapter 57: Bloody Battle

"Boom, boom...!"

A series of explosions erupted beneath Shenjian Peak, and following the sound, the five-colored light of the Mountain Protection Array began to recede, finally disappearing completely.

At this moment, everyone within the Divine Sword Sect fell into despair; the Mountain Protection Array was their last shred of hope. Sun Yiyang gnashed his teeth until they "clattered," never imagining that the array which had protected the Divine Sword Sect for thousands of years would actually be destroyed at the hands of a traitor. Although Wu Min had been struck by someone's Charm Technique, it was still unforgivable!

"If not for Wu Min's clues, even if we were given another hundred years to search, I'm afraid we might not have been able to find the location of the array's core! It's just a pity that the foolish woman couldn't get over it and actually committed suicide!"

The man with the surname Chi looked coldly at the vanished array light, yet his voice held a hint of regret.

"A woman, what does it matter! If Fellow Daoist Chi likes them, I will get you a few after this matter is over!"

Qin Xiaofeng smiled coldly and said with complete indifference.

"Stop joking; if we don't act now, the 'Master' will be furious!"

The old man with the surname Jin straightened his expression and said suddenly.

"Fine! Then let this bunch behind us go first!"

The man with the surname Chi suddenly let out a long whistle, and immediately, dozens of black shadows darted out from the black clouds. These people were all dressed in black robes, with most of their faces covered by black scarves, leaving only a pair of eyes visible!

"Greetings to the three lords!"

A dozen or so men in black knelt simultaneously before Qin Xiaofeng and the others.

"Alright, now is your chance to perform. Aside from the Sect Master and the three great Elders of the Divine Sword Sect, leave the remaining disciples to you!"

"Yes!"

Upon hearing the instructions of the man with the surname Chi, the dozen or so men in black charged toward the interior of the Divine Sword Sect simultaneously.

"Judging by their cultivation, they should be around the Foundation Establishment Late Stage. With hundreds of disciples in the sect, holding them off for a while shouldn't be a problem! Nuo Er, you go down and help too! You cannot intervene in the battle here!"

Turning his head back, Lin Fan said to Zhang Nuo beside him.

"Yes, Master!"

Stepping onto the giant sword beneath his feet, Zhang Nuo 'whooshed' and charged into the Divine Sword Sect. The moment he landed, sounds of killing erupted all around him. The dozen or so men in black who had appeared from the black clouds were mostly at the Foundation Establishment Late Stage, and each of them was controlling a black Flying Sword.

This type of Flying Sword was neither gold nor jade, and it was unknown what kind of material it was refined from. Any ordinary disciple's Magic Treasure would surely be snapped in two upon a single clash with the black-clad men's Flying Swords.

"Ah!"

A scream rang out; a Divine Sword Sect disciple was seen pierced through the chest by a black Flying Sword, blood spraying more than a zhang away, and with a "thud," the corpse fell to the ground. At the same time, several more screams followed; many disciples with lower cultivation died under the Magic Treasures of the men in black.

This was the first time Zhang Nuo had seen such a scene of slaughter. In the blink of an eye, blood stained the ground of the Divine Sword Sect red, and the pungent smell of blood spread in all directions with the blowing breeze. Cries of "father" and "mother" rang out in unison.

With the cultivation of the dozen or so men in black, dealing with these sect disciples was as easy as chopping melons and vegetables. Before long, except for a few disciples at the Foundation Establishment Stage who were still alive, everyone else had been killed!

Corpses were strewn everywhere in disarray, and severed limbs and arms could be seen all over; some even had Magic Treasures in their hands that they hadn't managed to deploy in time!

"Junior Brother, watch out!"

From behind Zhang Nuo, a hurried shout from Gao Dakuan suddenly came. As if jolted awake from a dream, Zhang Nuo's Divine Sense suddenly caught a black Flying Sword slashing toward him.

With no time to think, Zhang Nuo moved his body and dodged to the side. When he turned his head to look, he saw a man in black staring at him with a ferocious gaze. Seeing that the strike had missed, the man in black moved his Divine Sense again, and the black Flying Sword spun around and slashed at Zhang Nuo once more.

Sweeping his Divine Sense over the man in black and seeing that the opponent was already at the Foundation Establishment Late Stage, Zhang Nuo felt a chill in his heart. This was his first time fighting against a cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Late Stage.

No sooner said than done, the black Flying Sword arrived in front of Zhang Nuo in the blink of an eye. With one hand forming a Dharma seal, two rays of white light flashed simultaneously from the 'Nine Dragon Sword Case' on his back.

"Clang!"

After the sound of a metallic collision, the black Flying Sword was knocked more than three zhang away, and in front of Zhang Nuo, two Flying Swords were now hovering!

The man in black who had attacked Zhang Nuo was stunned. His Magic Treasure had no idea how many Divine Sword Sect disciples' Magic Treasures it had severed, yet it could not break the Magic Treasure of this kid in front of him!

Seeing that he had blocked the opponent's attack, Zhang Nuo did not give the man in black any time to hesitate. His body suddenly flashed to the left, while the two Flying Swords that had remained in place suddenly shone brightly and slashed rapidly toward the man in black.

Seeing this, a trace of disdain flashed in the cold, gloomy eyes of the man in black. He did not take a kid at the Foundation Establishment Early Stage seriously. Seeing the two Flying Swords arrive before him, the man in black shifted his body slightly and easily dodged the attack.

But at this very moment, Zhang Nuo, who had already flashed to the side of the man in black, moved his Divine Sense abruptly. A faint dragon's roar issued from the 'Nine Dragon Sword Case', and following that, a ray of white light shot out like lightning. The speed of this white light was extremely fast, leaving a White Thread between the man in black and Zhang Nuo.

"Puff!"

The man in black had never expected that a kid at the Foundation Establishment Early Stage could launch an attack so quickly. Without any preparation, the white light pierced through the man's sinews and bones, then flew out the other side. By the time the white light stopped, he realized that what had passed through his body was actually a double-pointed Flying Sword!

His body slowly fell to the ground. Until the moment of his death, the man in black could not believe that a kid at the Foundation Establishment Early Stage would actually kill him!

This was the first man in black killed by the Divine Sword Sect, and the few disciples in the sect who were fighting the men in black cast their gazes toward Zhang Nuo's side one after another!

Gao Dakuan also shouted loudly: "Good!"

From the death of this man in black, the battle was no longer a one-sided slaughter!

Above the black clouds, Qin Xiaofeng's brow suddenly twitched. He glanced at the battle below and could not help but sneer:

"Foundation Establishment Early Stage, killing a Foundation Establishment Late Stage! A bit interesting!"

Sun Yiyang looked at the Divine Sword Sect below, which had been dyed red with blood, and his heart was bleeding too! In three thousand years, this was the greatest catastrophe for the Divine Sword Sect. In just a fleeting moment, there were fewer than thirty disciples left in the sect!

"Three Junior Brothers! Take the remaining disciples and flee quickly! Perhaps you can still preserve some bloodline for my Divine Sword Sect! This brother has no face to live in this world! I will fight these three fiends to the death!"

Sun Yiyang looked up at the sky, and two lines of tears actually flowed from the corners of his eyes. The three-thousand-year foundation of the Divine Sword Sect was now destroyed in his hands; how could he not be heartbroken!