Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
Collapse, shatter.
Thick smoke billowed.
The sound and scene were like the end of days, wreaking havoc across the heavens and earth.
The All-Heaven Sect, which had ruled the All-Heaven Starfield for tens of thousands of years, was crumbling into ruin.
All its structures were being destroyed, as if heralding the end of an era.
But what was most terrifying was not the sight of buildings, laden with countless years, collapsing into rubble.
It was the sight of figures turning into blood mist, the sound of powerless screams and wails fading into nothingness.
Zhao Hong had acted. While tormenting the All-Heaven Sect leader, she turned her scythe of vengeance towards the sect itself.
The All-Heaven Sect had been razed to the ground, its top experts almost entirely wiped out.
It had to be acknowledged that today, Zhao Hong was unleashing a massacre.
Yet, in truth, she did not kill everyone.
Most of the All-Heaven Sect’s disciples survived, and not all the elders perished either.
Later, it became clear that those who died were the ones who had taken part in the slaughter of the Reincarnation Sect.
Back then, they too were young, but now they were aged elders.
Whether they had acted under the sect’s orders or out of youthful ignorance, their hands were stained with the blood of the Reincarnation Sect. Thus, repaying blood with blood, life with life, was not unjust.
Yet, witnessing this scene, people’s hearts were still filled with fear.
This was especially true for the elders and disciples of the Wind Thunder Sword Sect and Nine Stars Heavenly Mountain.
Their leaders were already dead. Would they be implicated?
Even the clan leader of the Miao Heavenly Clan, the head of the Fiery Academy, and the master of the Dragon Phoenix Immortal Pavilion, these top figures, were afraid.
Although they had just chosen to stop clashing with Chu Feng, which now seemed a wise decision, they were unsure if Zhao Hong would spare them.
Thus, they too were terrified, for Zhao Hong now possessed the power to annihilate them all.
Their survival rested on her whim.
However, Zhao Hong did not move against the members of other forces. She kept her gaze fixed on the All-Heaven Sect leader.
At this moment, though thick smoke rolled in the void above, aside from the screams of the All-Heaven Sect leader, only the sound of weeping remained.
Most of those crying were the All-Heaven Sect’s disciples.
They were mostly young, unaware of past grudges, but as disciples of the sect, they held deep attachment to it. Watching their sect be destroyed before their eyes was unbearable, and they broke down in tears.
Yet, no one pitied them.
At this moment, everyone was too concerned with their own safety to care for others.
The All-Heaven Sect leader’s screams had long turned hoarse, growing weaker and weaker.
When his voice finally ceased, Zhao Hong flicked her sleeve, and the Bloodsucking Soul Beast flew back, retreating into her sleeve.
Looking at the All-Heaven Sect leader’s position, only his clothes remained, alongside a pool of blood.
He was utterly dead, not even a fragment of bone left behind.
Yet, after his death, Zhao Hong’s expression showed no relief.
Though the All-Heaven Sect leader was dead, she felt no satisfaction from her revenge; instead, her expression was complex.
Suddenly, her gaze turned cold again, sweeping towards the clan leader of the Miao Heavenly Clan and others.
“Why did you just make things difficult for him?” Zhao Hong asked coldly.
The “him” she referred to was, of course, Chu Feng.
“We meant no harm; it was a misunderstanding,” the three starfield overlords replied, their voices trembling with fear.
They dreaded saying a single wrong word, fearing Zhao Hong’s wrath.
Especially as Zhao Hong began walking towards them step by step, their panic intensified.
“Let them go,” a faint, weak voice called out.
It was Chu Feng.
Hearing this, Zhao Hong’s icy gaze softened.
“You may leave,” she said suddenly, waving her hand.
“Thank you, thank you, my lady. Thank you, Young Hero Asura,” the clan leader of the Miao Heavenly Clan and the others said, not just relieved but feeling as if they had escaped the jaws of death, their lives spared.
They began to thank Zhao Hong and Chu Feng profusely.
But Zhao Hong ignored their gratitude, instead turning her gaze to the crowd.
“I, Zhao Hong, came here today for revenge, but I will not kill the innocent,” she said. “The rest of you, leave.”
With those words, the oppressive might binding the crowd vanished.
In the next moment, the heavens and earth erupted into chaos as countless figures, like startled birds, fled in all directions.
Everyone escaped at their fastest speed, fearing Zhao Hong might change her mind and take their lives.
After dismissing the crowd, Zhao Hong came to Chu Feng’s side.
At this moment, the Secret Cave Group Saints and Han Xiu were by Chu Feng’s side.
The Secret Cave Group Saints, in particular, were using their techniques to heal Chu Feng.
Since the poisonous insect was extracted from their bodies, the Secret Cave Group Saints’ conditions had immediately improved.
But Chu Feng remained extremely weak, looking as if he could die at any moment.
“Why are you all fine, yet he is still in such pain?” Zhao Hong asked, deeply concerned.
She had long noticed that the Secret Cave Group Saints were skilled.
She had thought their treatment would ease Chu Feng’s condition.
But after so long, not only had Chu Feng’s condition not improved, it seemed to worsen.
“To save you, he used a power that brought a severe backlash,” Little Eleven of the Secret Cave Group Saints said to Zhao Hong. “That backlash is life-threatening. It’s only because of his extraordinary willpower that he’s still alive. Anyone else would have died long ago.”
Compared to others, his tone towards Zhao Hong was not polite, carrying clear resentment.
This was understandable. The Secret Cave Group Saints were straightforward by nature. They had no bond with Zhao Hong, and if it weren’t for saving her, Chu Feng wouldn’t be in this state.
Thus, it was natural for them to direct their resentment towards her.
“Is there a way to heal him? I’m willing to pay any price,” Zhao Hong said.
“Let me try,” an elderly voice suddenly spoke.
It was Master Feng You. Unlike the others, Master Feng You had not fled.
He had long noticed Chu Feng’s dire condition. Being someone who cherished talent, he did not want Chu Feng to die like this and wished to offer some help.
Before approaching, he had already released his barrier power.
Upon discovering he was a Dragon Mark Saint-cloak World Spiritist, no one stopped him, for they indeed needed someone of his caliber to help now.
