Monarch Night

If there's even one left, they'd all benefit from my Hai Wuliang's light!

A moment later, someone let out a miserable cry.

"My... throat, what's happening..."

"I can't gather my spiritual power..."

"My eyes! Ahhh... what's happening?"

"Poison? Who poisoned us?"

"..."

The silent valley suddenly became tumultuous.

Panic-stricken screams echoed continuously from all directions.

Some with higher cultivation, enduring the discomfort, rushed madly toward the valley's exit.

At the valley entrance, they found a person in a black robe standing solemnly, eyes like a fierce ghost, flashing with cruel light.

It was none other than the Sect Hierarch, Hai Wuliang.

"Sect Hierarch!"

Everyone was overjoyed: "We were ambushed, all poisoned, Sect Hierarch... you..."

Hai Wuliang responded indifferently: "Who dares to ambush our Yemo Sect? You all are making a fuss about nothing. Go back and guard your posts!"

"Sect Hierarch... we're already poisoned!"

"Even if poisoned, you must remain at your posts!"

"Sect Hierarch, you..."

As they spoke, another large group came running, some already unsteady, their entire bodies decaying.

Those at the valley entrance also felt itching all over; upon touching themselves, they found they were also decaying.

In disbelief, they looked at the valley entrance, at the Sect Hierarch in his black robe.

Hai Wuliang's cold, murderous gaze made them instantly understand something.

"Sect Hierarch?!"

Someone asked in despair: "Why would you do this?"

"No reason."

Hai Wuliang said flatly: "Just because you should have grown weary of this world... so I'm sending you off."

The poison, it was set by the Sect Hierarch?

He wants to kill everyone?

Everyone went from disbelief, to accepting reality, and then burned with anger.

A sudden roar: "Hai Wuliang, what do you mean by this!"

"He poisoned us; he must have the antidote on him!"

"Charge! Kill him! Get the antidote!"

"Antidote!"

"Kill!"

Before they could act, Hai Wuliang had already made his move, sweeping his palms, instantly filling the area with poisonous smoke, colorful and rushing into the valley with the strong wind.

A wave of screams.

"I can't see..."

"Ah..."

Hai Wuliang watched coldly as hundreds before him decayed, each falling to the ground.

Some barely breathed, some already completely dead.

The corpses were rapidly decaying.

His eyes, cold without emotion.

Continuing to stand at the valley entrance.

Observing.

For a long time, there was no movement in the valley.

Deathly silence!

Hai Wuliang's black robe fluttered as he entered the valley.

Corpses scattered everywhere.

Men and women, young and old, no living souls remained.

Truly, not even chickens and dogs spared.

Even the snakes, insects, and rats within the valley, none survived.

He surveyed once through; some cautious old sect members, hiding in underground chambers, were also found by him and personally killed.

Finally, Hai Wuliang stood at the highest point, looking at the lifeless Main Altar, smelling the fierce stench of blood, looking at his hands stained with blood, suddenly laughed heartily, bending over, tears of laughter streaming down.

"Hahaha..."

"Truly good!"

"Truly damn good!"

"Force me? Kill me? Capture me? Hahaha..."

"I am the Sect master, I decide who lives and who dies!"

"Want to take my power? Hahaha... Who but me can control the Yemo Sect?!"

He turned thrice again, ensuring no living being remained, then felt relieved.

Hai Wuliang laughed, his sound barbarous and wild.

In the distant mountains and forests, countless birds startled and took flight.

His body transformed into a sharp arrow, charging toward the Main Hall of the Headquarters.

With a booming sound,

Hai Wuliang shattered the eye of the Night Demon Sect Headquarters' illusionary array with a single palm strike.

Purple crystal stones turned to dust, scattering everywhere.

A shadow flickered, Hai Wuliang suddenly spat a mouthful of blood, his body transformed into a black arrow in the dawn, rapidly shooting toward the forest.

Blood Burning Skill!

Hai Wuliang used the Blood Burning Skill at full force right from the start, without any enemies appearing!

His speed increased at least ten times more than normal full speed.

With a swish, he turned into a light smoke in the air.

...

Yan Jun Di and Yang Luoyu were ordered to seal off this entire mountainous area for a long time.

But for the first few days, there was no news.

Nor any unusual signs.

Searching the headquarters of the Yemo Sect also revealed nothing, as if the Yemo Sect never existed in these woods.

However, last night, eight people suddenly broke through in eight directions, all Monarch Level experts.

The incident occurred suddenly, Yang Luoyu led his men to intercept with full force, taking down seven.

Yet, one still got away.

This left Yang Luoyu's face dark as coal.

How could one escape!

However, why would the Yemo Sect suddenly deploy eight Monarch Level formations?

This should have been the highest echelon of the Yemo Sect's power, right?

All sacrificed just like that?

Has Hai Wuliang gone mad?

There must be a reason.

Yang Luoyu pondered this, becoming more anxious.

"Is the illusionary array ahead still unbreakable?"

"Yes, Lord Yang, this illusionary array is exceptionally clever, laid out in nine places simultaneously, echoing each other. What's clear is that the Yemo Sect headquarters is in this area, but pinpointing the exact location is impossible."

"Can't find it?"

Yang Luoyu became somewhat impatient: "Keep searching! We must find it today! Otherwise, the Yemo Sect might..."

Just then...

Suddenly, there was a thunderous roar.

In front, countless illusions suddenly shattered and disappeared like bubbles, revealing nine hidden tranquil valleys.

"The illusionary array is broken!"

The crowd cheered.

Yang Luoyu's eyes flickered, suddenly sensing something, his body shot out like an arrow.

"Hai Wuliang!!"