“Tell your sect master to come out!” the elder at the forefront demanded in a deep voice.
“Our sect master… he is in seclusion and cannot be disturbed for the next few days…” the elder continued.
Before he could finish, a burst of blood mist erupted, and the elder vanished instantly.
Witnessing this, the disciples of Quicksand Sect gasped in shock. They knew the elder’s strength, a genuine Holy Realm cultivator, reduced to nothing in the blink of an eye. It was terrifying!
“Elder Max!” another Quicksand Sect disciple cried out in pain. “Damn it, let’s fight them!”
With that, he charged at the intruders. “Fight!” dozens of men and women shouted, following suit.
“A bunch of ants!” Another man from the opposing side stepped forward, casually waving his hand. A wave of energy rippled out.
In an instant, just like the previous elder, dozens of people exploded into blood mist and disappeared.
“Damn it, you all deserve to die…” another elder from Quicksand Sect cried out in anguish.
“I’ll give you ten more seconds. If your sect master doesn’t come out, everyone will die!” the leading elder declared.
“Our sect master is in seclusion in the forbidden area. Unless he comes out on his own, we can’t notify him,” a Quicksand Sect elder responded.
“Five seconds left!” the leader continued.
“What do you want with our sect master?” the elder took a deep breath and asked again. “Our Quicksand Sect has never offended you messengers between life and death…”
“Time’s up!” The leading elder waved his hand. “Kill them all!”
“Understood!” Over a hundred men responded in unison.
They charged in all directions, shadows flickering, cold glints flashing.
“Ah…” The courtyard was soon filled with screams and roars.
The highest cultivation level among the Quicksand Sect disciples was only at the Holy Realm’s initial stage. In front of these powerful enemies, they had no chance to resist. Within minutes, nearly a thousand people lay on the ground, either dead or severely injured, not counting those who had been directly turned into blood mist.
“Stop!”
At that moment, a furious shout came from the back of the courtyard. Victor Chapman and Lane Chapman flew over.
They had been healing in seclusion within the sect’s forbidden area and had recovered about seventy to eighty percent of their strength.
Seeing them appear, the hundred messengers between life and death halted their actions.
“You finally decided to show up?” The leading elder looked at Victor Chapman indifferently.
“Elder Triston, what is the meaning of this?” Victor Chapman asked coldly after scanning the scene with a grim expression.
As he spoke, his heart sank several times. He had known that after their last battle, the enemy would come for them sooner or later. After all, twenty of their men had died in that battle, an intolerable loss for the messengers between life and death. They were used to killing others, not being killed themselves. This matter would not be easily resolved. Although those men were not killed by his Quicksand Sect, it was because of him that it happened. He knew he couldn’t escape responsibility. He just didn’t expect them to come so quickly!
“What do you think?” Triston Horton, the leading elder, looked at Victor Chapman. “Twenty of our messengers between life and death were killed because of you. Don’t you have anything to say?”
“Elder Triston, I told you honestly when I approached you,” Victor Chapman paused before continuing. “Ethereal Sect is strong. If you took that job, you should have been prepared.”
“Is that so?” Triston Horton replied coldly. “Do you think I wasn’t there and don’t know what happened?”
“When you approached us that day, did you mention the flying beast and that Purple Spirit? Without them, our twenty men wouldn’t have been killed!”
“That was unexpected; I didn’t know such things would happen,” Victor Chapman took a deep breath. “Besides, as a killer organization, you should be prepared for such risks…”
Before he could finish speaking, there was a dull thud, and Victor Chapman was sent flying several hundred meters away. He hit the ground, rolled several times, and spat out a mouthful of blood.
“Victor!” Lane Chapman ran over.
“Sect Master!” cries echoed around them.
“Still trying to argue? Do you believe I won’t slaughter your entire sect?” Triston Horton took a few steps towards Victor Chapman and spoke in a deep voice.
Victor Chapman struggled to get up and spat out another mouthful of blood. “They’re dead now; what do you want from my sect today?”
“It’s simple!” Triston Horton replied. “If you don’t want your entire sect exterminated, compensate us with two million king-grade spirit stones!”
Hearing this, gasps echoed around them again. Two million king-grade spirit stones! Even though Quicksand Sect was a top-tier sect in Sky City, two million king-grade spirit stones were almost their entire wealth!
“Why don’t you just rob us!” Lane Chapman shouted angrily.
“We are robbing you now; it’s up to you whether you give us the stones or your lives!” another man from the opposing side replied coldly.
“Elder Triston, isn’t this too much?” Victor Chapman took a deep breath and looked at Triston Horton.
“I haven’t slaughtered your sect first before taking your spirit stones; that’s already merciful!” Triston Horton replied. “I don’t have much time to waste with you. You’d better decide quickly!”
Victor Chapman exhaled deeply, his face darkening further. Two million king-grade spirit stones were impossible for him to produce. Even if he could gather that amount, giving all their spirit stones to the enemy would mean the end of his sect from tomorrow onwards! Moreover, knowing the messengers between life and death, even if he gave them the stones, they likely wouldn’t stop there!
He regretted inviting trouble for personal vengeance now more than ever! But it was too late for regrets.
“Everyone except the elders retreat to the back mountain!” Victor Chapman took a deep breath and shouted loudly.
“Sect Master, let’s fight them!” a Quicksand Sect disciple shouted.
“Fight!” echoed around them.
“A bunch of suicidal ants!” sneered one of the opposing men.
“You are no match for them; don’t make unnecessary sacrifices!” Victor Chapman insisted.
“Sect Master…” someone called out again.
“Go!” Victor Chapman commanded sternly.