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As soon as Wang Wu's voice fell, the disciples of the Purple Blade Sect standing in various places on the street suddenly turned cold, and an astonishing Killing Intent erupted from their bodies. As the elite of the Purple Blade Sect, none among them were weak. Black shadows flickered as over a hundred disciples of the Purple Blade Sect rushed towards Sun Zhe from all directions.
The disciples of the Purple Blade Sect all wielded Long Swords, and each of these elite members held a purple Long Sword. As they howled, a violent Sword Qi immediately filled the entire town, and the Void surged with an overwhelming momentum. The wind and clouds seemed to change dramatically as hundreds of Long Swords simultaneously slashed in one direction, transforming the raging Sword Qi into a massive vortex. This scene was truly astonishing!
Faced with these hundreds of terrifying Sword Qis, Sun Zhe's expression slightly tightened. As a master of blade techniques, he could naturally see the horror of these hundreds of Sword Qis.
Taking a small step back, his eyes suddenly sharpened. With a flick of his right hand, the dark Blade Sheath fell away, and instantly, the overwhelming Killing Intent contained within the Long Sword surged forth wildly. Throughout his journey, this ordinary Long Sword had unknowingly been stained with countless blood; although it had not grown into any Divine Weapon, it had transformed into a bloodthirsty weapon.
Once the fierce weapon was drawn, a powerful bloodthirsty aura erupted like an incredibly violent tornado. The chilling gray Killing Intent enveloped the entire town, even suppressing the Kuangba's Sword Qi. The hurried steps of those hundred elite disciples from the Purple Blade Sect momentarily faltered, their eyes flashing with shock.
Although they were elites, they were facing an elite among elites.
Sun Zhe's combat experience was rich; how could he miss such a good opportunity? Violent Thunder Power surged into his feet, purple light burst forth, and his figure instantly vanished from its original spot.
Illusory figures appeared along the long street as Sun Zhe's presence reappeared before one of the Purple Blade Sect disciples in an instant. Without any unnecessary movements, his Long Sword swept upward from below, and crimson blood immediately splattered into the air. The piercing scream that just began abruptly stopped as that disciple's head flew high into the Void.
"Junior brother..."
"Third senior brother..."
A series of startled cries rang out as they watched this person die in an instant, and the disciples of the Purple Blade Sect revealed expressions of grief.
However, Sun Zhe's expression showed no change; his eyes were filled with an extremely cold glint. In front of enemies, he had never held back. The path of slaughter was like this; there was no room for weakness or tenderness. Moreover, these people came to hunt him down and should have been prepared to be killed first.
The White Figure flashed continuously; the Ninefold Shadow technique was indeed an excellent treasure for chaotic battles. Sun Zhe stepped on one profound footstep after another, as if he had fallen into illusion—both real and unreal—making it impossible for these Purple Blade Sect disciples to discern where Sun Zhe's true body was located.
However, Sun Zhe showed no signs of stopping. The black blade traced arcane trajectories, and crimson blood sprayed across Void. One by one, the disciples of the Purple Blade Sect fell to the ground, over twenty of them perishing in the blink of an eye. This was a complete one-sided slaughter; facing the cold-blooded and merciless Sun Zhe, they had no power to resist.
Meanwhile, the deputy leader of the Purple Blade Sect, Wang Wu, stood on the side of the street, his expression dark as he watched the scene unfold before him. His eyes flickered with light, lost in thought, yet he showed no intention of intervening.
"I'll fight you to the end..."
With a roar filled with rage, as he witnessed his fellow disciples falling one after another, a disciple of the Purple Blade Sect charged at Sun Zhe with a loud shout. His eyes glowed with a terrifying blood-red hue, clearly having fallen into madness.
"Senior Brother..."
"Senior Brother, don't..."
This person was indeed the senior brother of these Purple Blade Sect disciples and was considered the strongest among them. He already possessed the cultivation of a Seven Star Thunder Master. Now, driven mad, he completely exhausted his physical potential and suddenly unleashed an aura akin to that of a Thunder Sovereign. He rushed towards Sun Zhe, wielding his blade with both hands, an astonishingly violent energy surging from the blade.
Sun Zhe's gaze turned cold as a faint Killing Intent emanated from him, enveloping his body. This was not a Killing Intent born from blood-soaked blades but rather one that originated from within a person. Such a Killing Intent is extremely difficult to cultivate; typically, only those who have slain thousands or tens of thousands on the battlefield—like war generals or assassins—possess such formidable Killing Intent. Yet, unbeknownst to him, Sun Zhe began to cultivate it as well.
Facing the charge of this senior brother from the Purple Blade Sect, Sun Zhe did not dodge or evade. He slowly raised his Long Sword, and violent Thunder Power surged into the blade from his Forehead Star Point. Instantly, purple flames ignited on the Long Sword, flames composed of thunder itself. An overwhelming aura soared into the sky, and immense pressure enveloped the entire town.
"This is bad! Stop!!"
At that moment, Wang Wu's expression changed drastically. He finally recognized Sun Zhe's strength; this aura was no less than that of a Mid-Level Thunder Sovereign. Against such a Sun Zhe, this senior disciple of the Purple Blade Sect stood no chance. Most importantly, this young man was not only the senior disciple but also the direct disciple of the sect leader. Even if all these disciples were to die, he absolutely could not perish.
"It's too late..."
Sun Zhe sneered coldly. With a rumble of thunder, he stepped forward, leaving several trails of purple Thunder Light on the ground. In an instant, he appeared before that senior brother of the Purple Blade Sect, swinging his ferocious Long Sword forward.
"Boom..."
The two Long Swords clashed. Although both were Seven-Foot Long Blades, their momentum was not comparable at all. With a crisp sound of "clang," the Purple Great Blade of the Elder Brother of the Purple Blade Sect shattered directly, while Sun Zhe's movements did not pause for a moment. The Long Sword sliced through the air and came crashing down without any hesitation.
With a downward strike from above, a living person was cleaved in two by this Kuangba's blow, truly splitting him in half. Glamorous blood splattered across the entire area, painting the ground a deep red. Even Sun Zhe himself was enveloped in thick blood mist, and the entire street fell silent in that instant, an eerie atmosphere suddenly spreading throughout.
The brutal act shocked everyone. Dozens of Purple Blade Sect disciples stared blankly at the scene before them. Even Wang Wu, the deputy leader of the Purple Blade Sect, stopped in his tracks, disbelief evident in his eyes.
"You... I will skin you alive today..."
The roar echoed throughout the town, reverberating with immense fury as Wang Wu watched his sect's next leader die at Sun Zhe's hands. This time, he was completely enraged, disregarding any mission. His violent aura surged into the sky, exerting overwhelming pressure on Sun Zhe; this time, he wanted Sun Zhe's life!
At the same time, the dozens of Purple Blade Sect disciples revealed frenzied expressions. The death of their senior brother ignited their anger completely. Gripping their purple Long Swords tightly, they charged towards Sun Zhe without any fear.
However, facing the enraged crowd, Sun Zhe showed no signs of fear. Instead, a cold smile appeared in his eyes; he wanted everyone to lose their composure. With a step forward, his figure flickered continuously as he charged into the crowd again, his Long Sword leaving trails of fresh blood behind.
His White Robe was once again stained with crimson.
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