Chapter 5648

Light rippled ahead of the fleeing elders. Zevon materialized out of that shimmer, calm as dusk, blocking the narrow gorge they had hoped to escape through.

Terror froze the group. One elder-voice shaking-managed, “S-sir, w-we only followed orders. Please, spare us.”

Zevon’s eyes hardened to ice. “Did you ever spare a soul when it was your turn to strike? Today, you pay the price for every drop of blood you spilled.”

As soon as Zevon finished his sentence, his hands blurred through a storm of hand seals. Spears of condensed spiritual power erupted around him and shot forward at the elders of Malevolent Path Hall like a hail of midnight arrows.

The elders threw up frantic defensive cultivation technique-glimmering shields, runic walls—but Zevon’s force ripped through their defenses as if through rice paper, leaving nothing but splintered light in its wake.

“Ahh!”

Screams sliced the wind. Bodies ruptured under the impact, dissolving into crimson mist that drifted away on a cold breeze-erased as though they had never existed.