Immediately, heads soared into the sky. Except for the master of Shattered Sky Sect, none were spared; all had fallen.
The sect master managed to dodge quickly, but a sword energy had sliced through his arm, causing blood to spurt.
"Who... who are you? Why do you want to annihilate Shattered Sky Sect?" Stabilizing his form, he stared at the figure in green robes with shock.
As a Half-Step War Emperor, a peerless powerhouse, he couldn't even withstand a single attack from his opponent.
"Ancient martial sects aren't allowed to meddle in mundane conflicts. Do you treat this rule as a game?" The voice of the green-robed figure was icy. "Furthermore, you conspired to assassinate Commander Gardner. Tell me, who gave you the audacity?"
"Are you... are you Commander Gardner's people?" The sect master of trembled, struggling to speak.
"Enough talking. Clearly, you were sent to kill!"
"No...!" The master of the Shattered Sky Sect's eyes widened in horror as he rushed up the stone stairs.
But was it of any use?
Swoosh!
A sword aura flashed by, slicing directly through his waist. His body was severed into two pieces, rolling down the stairs one after another. In his final moment, regret surged in his heart. If only he had known, why did he even bother? If he could have another chance, even if they promised him countless rewards, he would never have become a figurehead like this. But life had no room for 'ifs'.
Soon, deafening booms echoed from within and outside the Shattered Sky Sect's gates. Buildings collapsed, and dust filled the air, obscuring the sky. All elders at or above the Elder level within the sect were executed. Among the core disciples, those who were prepared to act were eradicated. Thousands of inner and outer disciples scattered like birds and beasts, fleeing for their lives.
From this point onward, the Shattered Sky Sect formally exited the stage of Glavale.
Simultaneously, thousands of miles away, near a large canyon, in front of a palace estate's main gate.
"White Tiger, this is Demon Crossing Palace. The country backing them is Zephyria," Rakshasa gazed at White Tiger and spoke.
"Very well!" White Tiger's eyes gleamed coldly. "If people from Zephyria dare to assassinate me, we'll make Demon Crossing Palace vanish from Place of Darkness!"
"Tiger, Demon Crossing Palace ranks among the top ten here. Their strength is not to be underestimated. Their Palace Master's cultivation might not be lower than yours. Be cautious," Rakshasa continued.
Since Billy assigned her this mission, Rakshasa had felt an immense burden. For her, this was a severe test. Initially, after Billy provided her with a budget of a hundred billion, she had some confidence, and her efforts had shown slight results. However, just as she was beginning to relax, she realized that a significant change had occurred in Place of Darkness.
Overnight, various forces seemed to have gained a considerable number of powerful individuals, many at the level of Battle Gods or higher. Her slight confidence crumbled.
Just as she was considering seeking help from Billy, White Tiger arrived, bringing with him a thousand members of the Army of Bloodshadow, which greatly eased her worries.
Through their time together, she had developed a better understanding of the Glavale's strongest squad, the Army of Bloodshadow. Both in individual strength and team cohesion, she held them in high regard. She believed that with this team in place, reaching the top three in Place of Darkness was well within her grasp.
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