“Master, take care of yourselves!”
The members of the Quicksand Sect did not insist further. As soon as the words fell, everyone started running towards the back mountain. They knew very well that staying would be of no use. In front of these opponents, they were not even worth mentioning.
“Ignorant!”
Seeing this scene, Triston Horton commented indifferently but did not stop them. The entire sect courtyard was sealed by his array, making these people like fish on a chopping board with no escape.
In no time, only a hundred messengers between life and death and nearly a hundred elders of the Quicksand Sect remained in the courtyard plaza.
“Do you intend to resist to the end?” Triston Horton looked at Victor Chapman.
“I can give you spirit stones as compensation, but no more than five hundred thousand!” Victor Chapman responded. “If you insist on two million, then let’s see who has the better skills!”
“Heh, interesting!” Triston Horton sneered.
“I’ve heard that your Quicksand Sect has hidden strength. Let me see what you’ve got!”
As he spoke, a violent aura erupted from him, overwhelming the surroundings.
“Form the Four Directions Killing Formation!”
At the same time, Victor Chapman shouted.
With his command, dozens of elders moved simultaneously, each flying into the air. Once in mid-air, seventy to eighty people divided into four groups.
“Kill!”
With Victor Chapman’s roar, the aura of dozens of people exploded like a flood. Their combined aura formed a square cage, trapping the hundred messengers between life and death in the center. The sky above the courtyard darkened with violent winds and thick clouds, creating an apocalyptic scene.
The Four Directions Killing Formation’s momentum was indeed formidable. Many among the hundred men and women felt suffocated, their faces changing slightly.
“Interesting. Let me test this array first!”
Next moment, a man roared, wielding a scythe as he charged at one of the groups. As he moved, his scythe slashed out several cold beams towards the group, unstoppable.
“Kill!”
Victor Chapman roared again.
Immediately, countless sharp energies appeared within the Four Directions Killing Formation, densely packed and blotting out the sky. The cold beams slashed by the man shattered under these energies. His body, halfway through the charge, stopped abruptly, revealing dozens of deep wounds. He fell from mid-air, twitched a few times on the ground, and then lay still. The fatal wound was a gash on his throat, from which blood gushed out.
Not just him; three to four dozen men and women below the Holy Realm among the opponents couldn’t last a few breaths under these energies before falling, either dead or severely injured. The array’s power lay in enhancing these warriors’ abilities by several levels. Normally, if they fought separately, they wouldn’t stand a chance against their opponents. But with the array, they could kill enemies several levels higher.
“Bastards! How dare you kill my messengers between life and death! Today, I’ll slaughter your sect!”
Seeing this scene, Triston Horton roared in anger. His aura burst forth like a tidal wave, shattering all surrounding energies. Triston Horton’s figure disappeared from his original spot and reappeared near one of the groups of Quicksand Sect elders.
“Die!”
With a deep voice, he reached out towards the twenty or so elders.
Next moment, shockingly, that space seemed to be compressed to the extreme before exploding like a balloon. After a thick blood mist dispersed, twenty people vanished simultaneously. Such power was despair-inducing!
Meanwhile, elsewhere, under the joint attack of two elders from the opposing side, twenty elders’ heads were severed by their scythes, blood spraying like fountains. They fell from mid-air one by one in a gruesome sight. With these two groups killed, the Four Directions Killing Formation disintegrated!
“You don’t know what’s good for you. Give me your life!”
After dealing with those twenty people, Triston Horton appeared ghost-like near Victor Chapman and reached out again. Among Victor Chapman’s group of twenty people were two late-stage Holy Realm elders besides Victor Chapman himself, an Otherworldly Realm expert. Together they barely resisted being turned into blood mist like the previous group but still felt an overwhelming pressure threatening to burst them apart.
In a few blinks of an eye, several people’s seven orifices were bleeding, their breaths weak. Triston Horton’s power continued to grow; at this rate, within ten breaths’ time, everyone would explode.
“Bastards! Do you think my Quicksand Sect has no one?!”
At this moment, an elder’s angry roar echoed through the void. As his voice fell, ripples appeared in the space near Triston Horton before an elder’s phantom appeared mid-air.
The elder waved his hand, dissipating the force pressing on Victor Chapman and others. Without that pressure, most people gasped for fresh air and barely regained some strength.
“Greetings to Old Mr Chapman!”
After catching their breath slightly, everyone including Victor Chapman bowed in unison.
“You must be the Quicksand Sect’s trump card?” Triston Horton withdrew his power and looked at the phantom elder.
“Pity though; despite your strength, you’re just a wisp of soul consciousness. You can’t save today’s situation.”
“Who is currently the sect master?” The phantom elder ignored Triston Horton and turned to the remaining thirty to forty Quicksand Sect members.
“Unworthy descendant Victor Chapman greets Old Mr Chapman!” Victor Chapman took a deep breath and bowed.
“The sect faces such calamity; why haven’t I seen anyone from Ethereal Sect come to help?” The phantom elder frowned deeply.
“Heh, do you still expect help from Ethereal Sect?” Triston Horton chuckled at this.
“You might not know yet; just a few days ago, this descendant of yours spent a fortune hiring us to attack Ethereal Sect!”
“What?!” Hearing this, the phantom elder turned to Victor Chapman: “What’s going on?”
“The sect sinner awaits Old Mr Chapman’s punishment!” Victor Chapman trembled all over and bowed deeply again.
“What exactly happened?” The phantom elder demanded angrily.
Though he didn’t know the specifics, he guessed there had been a fallout between the two sects and judging by Victor Chapman’s demeanor, it was likely his fault.
“Reporting to Old Mr Chapman, it was my moment of madness…” Victor Chapman exhaled heavily and recounted the events briefly.
Triston Horton didn’t rush to attack but stood mid-air watching them.
“You deserve death!” After hearing Victor Chapman’s account, the phantom elder spoke in a tone full of disappointment.
“You’ve left me with no face to see my old friend!”