"Bastard! You don't understand. The hatred for killing my son is irreconcilable. If we can resolve it like this, it would be a stroke of good fortune." The middle-aged man holding a Pu Dao (a type of Chinese sword) said.

The entire hall fell silent.

Everyone's face showed both indignation and a hint of relief.

Undoubtedly, sending 'Ninth Brother' out as an apology seemed overly humble and humiliating.

But if it could avert a bloody battle, many felt secretly relieved.

"Well said? If it's really that easy, wouldn't my son have died for nothing?" A voice came from outside the door.

In the next moment, more than a dozen corpses flew into the hall one after another.

The many disciples of the Tianwei Martial Hall screamed in alarm.

"Martial Brother Yuan!"

"Junior Sister Zhao!"

"That's... Uncle Liang!"

"Dead? They're all dead? When did this happen?"

The Tianwei Martial Hall was not weak, and the martial practitioners within the sect all had some skills.

Now, the disciples guarding the outer gate had been silently killed, which was truly terrifying.

Ye Chu Xiao took the lead and walked out of the hall, seeing the person who had come.

Visible to the naked eye, there was only one person. He wore a dark cyan robe, had a square face, and his eyes were slightly narrowed, revealing a cold light. He had no beard on his lip, but a foot-long beard under his jaw. Two dark-colored flying swords, like two Jiaolong (mythical dragon), surrounded him, constantly moving and spitting out astonishing cold light.

Bang!

The already dilapidated gate collapsed.

The middle-aged man holding the Pu Dao stood up, holding the Pu Dao tightly in both hands, the solemnity in his expression fully revealed by the bulging veins on his body.

Yue Ting Shan had seen countless storms, but never before had he felt such a great threat.

Looking at the corpses on the ground, he knew he was no match for the person who had come.

Not to mention others, Liang San Wu, whose throat had been sealed with a sword and whose body had fallen not far away, Yue Ting Shan used to have to fight him for a hundred moves to win, and even then, he wasn't completely confident in killing him.

When he saw the cyan-robed, long-bearded man walking in with two flying swords surrounding him, Yue Ting Shan's originally solid muscles seemed to become more lustrous under the flickering candlelight.

The question that had been on the tip of his tongue turned into a hard bone stuck in his throat.

"I am not a cruel person. Within the time it takes an incense stick to burn, I will spare the first person who escapes through the outer gate. This way, it won't be considered exterminating your Tianwei Martial Hall," the cyan-robed, long-bearded man said, looking at the people in the hall.

Inside the hall, the person who had pleaded for 'Ninth Brother' said angrily, "Qiu Chang Ling, don't be arrogant. If we fight together, you may not be able to kill us all within the time it takes an incense stick to burn."

Qiu Chang Ling didn't speak, but a line of incense, originally placed on the altar in the hall, jumped out automatically, inserted itself into the incense burner, and then lit itself.

"This is too much! Fight him!" Several disciples drew their weapons and charged towards Qiu Chang Ling.

Yue Ting Shan reached out to stop them, but it was too late.

In an instant, the heads of those disciples flew off their necks.

Blood splattered everywhere.

Martial cultivators fighting sword cultivators were not without a chance, and many martial cultivators had their own methods to restrain flying swords.

However, Qiu Chang Ling's flying swords were too fast, too fierce, and too swift. The disciples of the Tianwei Martial Hall simply didn't have time to react before their lives were taken.

The 'Ninth Brother', who had been kneeling on the ground, suddenly stood up and shouted, "A true man takes responsibility for his own actions. Qiu! Your son bullied the good and seized other people's wives and daughters. His crimes are heinous. I killed him. If you want revenge, come at me, but don't harm my fellow disciples."

Qiu Chang Ling smiled upon hearing this, "What a chivalrous young hero."

"However... practicing chivalry comes at a price."

As soon as he finished speaking, an invisible sword Qi drilled into the 'Ninth Brother's' body and instantly exploded him into pieces.

"Xiao Jiu!"

"Fight him!" Many disciples of the Tianwei Martial Hall shouted.

But this time, fewer people actually charged forward.

More people turned and rushed towards the door, trying to seize that last glimmer of hope.

Yue Ting Shan's face was pale, but he gripped the Pu Dao tightly and without hesitation, transforming it into a thunderbolt, slashing towards Qiu Chang Ling like lightning.

The blade light was as bright as snow, illuminating the entire hall in an instant.

Such a strong and overbearing blade light should have forced Qiu Chang Ling to retreat.

But Qiu Chang Ling did not retreat, but instead took a step forward.

With one step, he pinched his fingers together, using his fingers as a sword, shattering Yue Ting Shan's blade light and stopping the Pu Dao in his hand.

A sword cultivator who also cultivated martial arts was far stronger than a martial cultivator.

This could only be due to a huge difference in realm.

"You have some strength, but take my sword." After saying this, a flying sword automatically flew into Qiu Chang Ling's palm.

With the long sword in hand, he thrust it out straight.

Yue Ting Shan felt the surrounding air solidify.

Ye Chu Xiao also stared blankly at this seemingly simple, but in reality, perfected sword strike.

His mind subconsciously began to simulate the trajectory of this sword strike, and he felt different things every second.

With one sword strike, Yue Ting Shan was nailed to the stone pillar.

Yue Ting Shan was hanging where Ye Chu Xiao had previously touched the sword mark.

"It seems that the Dao rhythm is on Yue Ting Shan," Ye Chu Xiao thought.

Then he saw Qiu Chang Ling slowly pull out his sword, walk to the heavily injured and dying Yue Ting Shan, and ask, "Do you want to live?"

"If you want to live! Hand over the *Nine Deaths Demonic Skill*!"

Yue Ting Shan heard this, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, but he laughed miserably, "So... you came for the *Nine Deaths Demonic Skill*, hahahaha... I should have known."

"To have a justifiable reason, you even sacrificed your own son."

Qiu Chang Ling said, "A useless puppet. Thirty years ago, your master, Old Man Tianxie, defeated me in three moves with the *Nine Deaths Demonic Skill*. I have always regretted it and had no chance to see him again. In recent years, I have visited the many disciples of Old Man Tianxie one by one, but unfortunately, none of them have been taught the *Nine Deaths Demonic Skill*. Although you are a disciple of Old Man Tianxie by name, you were the one who accompanied and took care of Old Man Tianxie when he was mad."

"You want the *Nine Deaths Demonic Skill*?"

"Then go to the underworld and ask my master for it!" Yue Ting Shan said, reversing his true Qi and instantly blasting himself into a pile of rotten flesh.

Qiu Chang Ling's face completely darkened.

Looking at the blood all over the ground, he said coldly, "Kill them all, then sweep the entire Tianwei Martial Hall. Leave no trace."

In an instant, figures jumped out from the dark corners, slaughtering the people in the Tianwei Martial Hall.

In less than the time it takes an incense stick to burn, all items with written records in the Tianwei Martial Hall were taken away.

All hidden compartments and secret rooms were also opened, and the objects hidden inside were taken away.

After everything was swept away, Qiu Chang Ling quietly disappeared into the vast night with his many disciples.

Only Ye Chu Xiao witnessed everything.

Time passed little by little.

Officials came to see the scene and took away a large amount of gold and silver as 'evidence'.

Jianghu (martial world) colleagues from the same city also came to see, and moved away some valuable furniture and soft items as clues to find the 'real culprit'.

After that, some ordinary people with big guts came to dismantle some usable items.

Before long, the entire Tianwei Martial Hall was almost completely emptied.

Three days later, Ye Chu Xiao could only wander around the Tianwei Martial Hall. The golden clock did not bring him back to real time.

Suddenly, Ye Chu Xiao felt a 'pull'. Following the feeling, he found the back hall of the Tianwei Martial Hall.

In a room where sundries were stored, Ye Chu Xiao witnessed an unremarkable turning stone explode.

A mass of flesh and blood wrapped in amber was actually absorbing the free energy in the air, quickly forming the body of an infant.