Chapter 203: The Three Great Sects

After the downfall of the War Demon Palace, the chaos across the Sen Luo Continent did not dissipate.

Because a small number of War Demon Palace cultivators had escaped.

And the elites of the Three Great Sects were pursuing and blocking them from behind.

Every cultivator on the Sen Luo Continent knew this.

If nothing unexpected happened, the War Demon Palace would surely be destroyed.

That small group of cultivators could never escape the encirclement and pursuit of the Three Great Sects.

And in truth, events unfolded exactly as everyone had predicted.

The War Demon Palace's remaining cultivators were surrounded from all sides and driven to the vicinity of the Dead Sea.

The Dead Sea was the most infamous perilous place on the Sen Luo Continent.

Above the Dead Sea, flight was impossible; if one fell into its waters, no matter how mighty their cultivation base, they would sink forever and never rise again.

Thus, the Dead Sea could be called a deathly dead zone on the Sen Luo Continent.

The cultivators of the Three Great Sects were shrewd enough to block all escape routes, forcing the War Demon Palace cultivators to flee only toward the Dead Sea.

Until they were cornered with no way out.

……

The Dead Sea, as far as the eye could see, was a sea as black as ink, its waters as deep and dense as ink.

Not far away, a group of wounded cultivators reached this place, staring at the pitch-black ocean before them, their eyes filled with despair.

"It's over, truly over…"

"Those bastards from the Three Great Sects are truly cunning—they've driven us to the Dead Sea!"

"Will the War Demon Palace really be wiped out here?"

Each of the War Demon Palace cultivators wore expressions of sorrow.

Once the strongest power on the Sen Luo Continent, they had always commanded awe and respect wherever they went.

Now, they were like broken, homeless dogs, driven to the edge of annihilation.

Among these cultivators was a blind girl dressed in a black gauze dress, slender of figure, her eyes covered by black silk ribbons—she was Yan Fei's younger sister, Yan Qingying.

Logically, after her brother's death, Yan Qingying should have been utterly heartbroken.

But she was not.

On her snow-white, jade-like cheeks, not a trace of weakness or sorrow could be seen.

Only extreme coldness and hatred.

Deep, chilling waves of killing intent radiated from Yan Qingying, causing several nearby Elders to stare in surprise.

Yan Qingying knew crying and sorrow were useless.

She had only one thought in her heart: destroy the Three Great Sects, kill the Fallen God Son!

"Ah, Qingying, accept your loss and move on," the Elders sighed helplessly.

"As long as there is the slightest chance, as long as I have even a sliver of a chance to survive, I will kill the Fallen God Son!" Yan Qingying radiated extreme killing intent.

This dark killing intent even made several Void Spirit Elders break out in goosebumps.

The dark aura emanating from Yan Qingying was even denser than Yan Fei's had been.

Yet when it came to revenge, the Elders could only shake their heads bitterly.

They themselves were on the brink of death—how could they possibly seek revenge?

At that moment, a dense sound of rushing wind came from afar.

Countless figures descended like a locust swarm.

They were the allied forces led by the Three Great Sects.

Besides the sect alliance, other factions had gathered as spectators.

And some prodigies from the Immortal Realm had come merely to watch and gossip.

"Looks like the Fallen God Son is dead set on obtaining the Devouring God Technique," one Immortal Realm prodigy shook his head.

"Who wouldn't want it? But the Fallen God Son issued a command—if any of us dare snatch the prize, we'll lose our lives," another Immortal Realm prodigy sighed.

"True. The Fallen God Son isn't a kind man—he kills anyone who dares provoke him, and with the Fallen God Palace backing him, he has nothing to fear."

These Immortal Realm prodigies had originally come to find the heir of the Devouring God Technique and claim a share.

But the Fallen God Son had issued a decree: anyone who interfered would bear the consequences themselves.

The Fallen God Son had a fearsome reputation in the Immortal Realm—these prodigies dared not provoke him.

"The Fallen God Son is too arrogant and tyrannical—I wish someone would put him in his place."

"You're dreaming. In this lower realm, who has the authority to discipline the Fallen God Son?"

While these Immortal Realm prodigies watched and gossiped,

The atmosphere along the Dead Sea grew heavy and solemn.

Seeing the overwhelming tide of enemies approaching, the War Demon Palace cultivators clenched their fists.

A towering figure radiating Saint-level energy stepped forward.

His battle armor was shattered and stained with blood; his face was stern and dignified.

He was the current master of the War Demon Palace—a mid-stage Saint.

His gaze swept over the Three Great Sects' forces, his voice cold: "Do you Three Great Sects truly intend to drive us to total annihilation?"

An elderly man with a weathered face stepped forward from the Yellow Spring Valley.

He was the Yellow Spring Elder, the valley's master.

"We have no choice—we must obey the Fallen God Son's command."

"Obey the Fallen God Son's command? Don't you secretly wish to destroy the War Demon Palace?" the War Demon Palace master sneered.

These words caused the Yellow Spring Elder and others to flicker their eyes subtly.

To say they had no such desire was impossible.

The War Demon Palace had dominated the Sen Luo Continent for too long.

The Yellow Spring Valley and the other two sects had long resented its hegemony and wanted to overthrow it.

But due to the War Demon Palace's strength, they had never dared to act.

Now, the Fallen God Son forced them to confront the War Demon Palace—effectively giving them the final push they needed.

Once the War Demon Palace was eradicated, the Three Great Sects would naturally become the new overlords of the Sen Luo Continent.

If they pleased the Fallen God Son, they might even receive rewards.

A casual reward from an Immortal Realm prodigy could elevate the Three Great Sects to a new level of power.

This was precisely the mindset of the Three Great Sects now.

"Enough talk. Surrender and hand over Yan Fei's sister," the Yellow Spring Elder said curtly.

The outcome was already sealed—why waste words?

"Hmph! The War Demon Palace's people would rather die than surrender—we will fight to the last drop of blood!" the War Demon Palace master roared, launching his attack immediately.

Better to fight than wait passively for death.

Kill one, you break even; kill two, you gain one.

The great battle erupted again.

But this battle was destined to be utterly one-sided.

One by one, War Demon Palace cultivators, outnumbered, chose to self-destruct.

Watching this scene, the other factions' spectators felt a pang of sorrow.

The number-one power on the Sen Luo Continent had ended its reign in such a manner.

The Immortal Realm prodigies, however, remained expressionless.

To them, the struggles of lower-realm factions were like two swarms of ants fighting.

"You must be Yan Fei's sister. Surrender quietly," a cultivator from the Three Great Sects spotted Yan Qingying.

Yan Qingying's slender frame radiated a dark, chilling aura.

And at that moment,

A sudden Saint-level power erupted from the distant sky.

A terrifying blade of light, a thousand zhang long, split down from the heavens.

One slash—cleaved the heavens!