Chapter 753: Taiyi Sect Annihilated

Translator: Timothy_ Editor: GlobeGlotter

Taiyi Sect was a special-grade sect, like Kun Qian and Ci Hang Jing Mosque. However, Taiyi's power far surpassed Kun Qian Sect's. While their foundation wasn't as strong as Ci Hang Jing Mosque's, the difference was negligible.

Taiyi Sect's mountain was grandiose, powerful, and all-encompassing. Yet, the words on the gate seemed shabby. Although the words "Taiyi Sect" were large and imposing, Ye Mo sensed they lacked the authority to grace such a magnificent mountain.

He sent his flying sword to slice the words, pulverizing them instantly, but leaving the gate unharmed. Repeated attacks yielded the same result. Ye Mo stopped, realizing the gate and sign weren't contemporaneous; Taiyi Sect had simply appropriated the location.

This was similar to the air restrictions on Magical Continent Mountain—ancient remnants.

"Who dares disturb and ruin our Taiyi Sect—" Two black-level disciples in Taiyi Sect dao uniforms rushed out as Ye Mo destroyed the sect's name.

Instantly, Ye Mo's wind blades bisected them. Their blood stained the steps, halting the approach of those behind.

Ye Mo sneered. He was here to annihilate the sect. Had it not been for Taiyi Sect, would Mu Xiaoyun have suffered? Would Qingxue have nearly died? And now, because of Taiyi Sect, he still hadn't found Xiaoyun. He was venting his rage. No explanation would suffice unless Xiaoyun reappeared.

Since the hidden sects preferred to speak with fists, he would oblige.

"He's Ye Mo, the Ye Mo who killed all earth-level and above masters on Magical Continent Mountain, including our Grand Elder Len and Kun Qian's Elder Ling!" a terrified voice cried out as more recognized the madman who had slaughtered everyone on Magical Continent Mountain.

Countless great heaven masters, numerous great heaven peak and mid-great heaven masters, and innumerable earth-level masters—all had failed to defeat Ye Mo.

Such a feat was unprecedented in Magical Continent history. However, Ye Mo knew at least Ling Wushui had escaped.

"I, Ye Mo, will annihilate the Taiyi Sect. All who remain will die. To live, remove your Taiyi dao uniform, spit on it, and trample it. Only then may you leave," Ye Mo's voice echoed throughout Taiyi Sect.

Determined to annihilate Taiyi Sect, yet unwilling to slaughter a thousand sect members, he offered a chance to flee.

"Run!!" However, six Taiyi Sect members took only a few steps before a sword ray severed their necks. Their heads rolled.

The remaining would-be escapees hesitated. A few shrewd ones recalled Ye Mo's words, immediately stripping, spitting, and trampling their uniforms before fleeing. They lived.

Following their example, the remaining Taiyi Sect members reacted swiftly. Some groveled, yelling "Taiyi is trash!", others even urinated on their clothes. Those who attempted to flee without complying were decapitated.

Ye Mo pressed his assault, his flying sword wreaking havoc, destroying buildings. A few earth-level and half-step great heaven masters tried to intervene, but were swiftly killed.

Fireballs rained down, igniting buildings. Most of Taiyi's power was concentrated on the mountain, leaving only a few great heaven masters and numerous below earth-level members. Those who refused to flee were slain.

"Stop! Dao friend, you've gone too far! You've killed countless Taiyi Sect disciples, as well as Len Quan and Qi Kai disciples. Taiyi is virtually annihilated. You should stop. The main palace predates Taiyi, passed down through generations. Will you destroy it?" An old man with a weathered face materialized before Ye Mo.

Ye Mo's pupils dilated. This might be Taiyi's strongest! He sensed foundation establishment-level power, yet knew the old man wasn't a dao cultivator. His chi surpassed Len Quan and Ling Wushui's; was he above great heaven?

This was Ye Mo's first encounter with an ancient martial artist above great heaven. The old man's foundation establishment-level chi was intensely oppressive, yet Ye Mo felt no fear. The Three Birth Chant had strengthened his spirit sense and cultivation essence.

What puzzled Ye Mo was the old man's lack of fear. Why wait until Taiyi was nearly annihilated? Had Ye Mo not intended to burn the main palace, the old man might never have appeared.

Ye Mo flicked his flying sword, battle intent flaring.

The old man sneered, sensing the challenge. "You intend to fight?"

"Hahaha!" Ye Mo laughed. "Old man, I'm here to slaughter and burn. What will you do? Since you stand before me, I will kill you."

"Very well. I had no intention of fighting, but your confidence intrigues me. Let's see if your power matches your boast!" The old man was angered.

"Arrogant fool!" Ye Mo spat, his flying sword a white streak.

"Hmm?" The old man raised a palm.

Ye Mo's spirit sense detected an invisible ripple before his flying sword, an impassable barrier.

Such powerful inner qi! Ye Mo was astonished. For the first time, he faced someone whose inner qi cultivation surpassed his cultivation essence.

No, this wasn't inner qi! It was as potent as cultivation essence. Ye Mo threw a punch.

He was only at stage seven of chi gathering, lacking special weapons, killing techniques, or cultivation techniques. Only his flying sword remained.

He chose hand-to-hand combat. The Three Birth Chant had prematurely transformed his cultivation chi into cultivation essence.

However, Ye Mo knew his fighting methods were limited. His cultivation realm proved insufficient.

Ye Mo's fist struck the air wall, causing a deafening explosion. The wall shattered like paper, freeing the flying sword.

"Remarkable qi!" the old man applauded, stepping forward. His palm became a fist, and he struck.

Instantly, Ye Mo felt trapped, seeing countless fists assaulting him from all directions.

"Very well." Ye Mo countered with a punch.