I Don’t Want to Get Hurt, So I’ll Max Out My Defense

Chapter 1009: Chapter 1011: These Are All Their Parents
 

“As you command!”

“Kill!”

At the order of the potbellied middle-aged man, ten Half-Saint Strong Experts simultaneously struck, sweeping frightening Immortal Yuan Power in all directions. In an instant, mountains crumbled, and the ground split apart. The Blade Sect gates collapsed thunderously. The terrifying energy fluctuations battered the Great Elder and the grey-clothed elder, leaving them bloodied and severely injured, teetering on the brink of death.

“How… How could you do this!”

“I’m a Half-Saint Cultivation Level; how can you kill me!”

The grey-clothed elder spat out blood, his heart filled with unwillingness.

“Pugh!”

The Great Elder also vomited a mouthful of blood. The combined might of ten Half-Saints was undoubtedly horrific. They had no power to resist and could only watch helplessly as they were beaten to a cripple, nearly losing their lives instantly.

The only reason they were still breathing was that these strong experts had held back. They were Half-Saints after all, and their Sin Value had already reached a significant number; no one wanted to be burdened with such a large amount of sin for no reason.

“Act now, chop them down!”

In the void, on the Taishi Chair, the skinny old man smashed his teapot and said indifferently.

“Reporting to our senior, we are ultimately outsiders. This conflict between sword and blade is an internal struggle of the Eastern Continent; should the final blow be delivered by cultivators from the Eastern Continent?”

The potbellied middle-aged man respectfully clasped his hands together and spoke.

They did not want to accumulate this massive amount of Sin Value; it would be best if Xiao Lao Di personally executed these two men.

“Hmm?”

“If you can’t handle even this minor issue, how will you manage outside? It’s just some Sin Value, what’s there to fear!”

“Ying Diao, you do it!”

The skinny old man narrowed his eyes, his voice tinged with displeasure.

“Yes!”

Ying Diao stepped forward and instantly reached the front of the grey-clothed elder and the Great Elder.

“No, no, no, Sect Master Ying, you can’t…”

The grey-clothed elder and the Great Elder wore expressions of terror, wanting to say more, but Ying Diao didn’t give them any chance. He drew the Galaxy Sword from his waist, its cold light flashing briefly before he decisively decapitated both men.

He was not one to show mercy in such times; he had understood the maxim ‘kick them while they’re down’ ever since he had entered the Cultivation World.

With these two Half-Saint Strong Experts dead, the Blade Sect could essentially be said to have lost its backbone and could disband on the spot.

“From today onwards, the Eastern Continent will have no Blade Sect!”

“You have three days to dissolve it yourselves. Afterwards, either hide from the world or join the Sword Sect. In the following month, I, Ying Diao, will open my gates wide to recruit disciples. I hope you all grasp this opportunity well!”

Ying Diao waved his hand, collecting all the treasures that burst from the two men’s Dantians into his bag, and stated plainly.

At the same time, a crimson light flashed in the void.

Above Ying Diao’s head, the Sin Value floated up.

“Sin Value: Fifty Million!”

Swoosh!

The list descended.

List of Villains.

Rank seven hundred: Sword Sect’s Ying Diao!

Killing two Half-Saint Strong Experts propelled Ying Diao up three hundred places, entering the top one thousand. Even among the sin-riddled forces of the Demon Path, this Sin Value was considered top-notch.

“50 million Sin Value!”

“It’s just a Half-Saint and yet he has such an extent of Sin Value, how many strong experts has he killed?”

“The Half-Saint Cultivators who died at his hands are definitely not just the two from earlier, he has killed other Half-Saints!”

The scarlet Sin Value flickered with a bewitching glow in the void, and all ten faces of the Half-Saints standing beside the wizened old man changed. Although Sin Value cannot be completely equated with strength, it can, to a certain extent, reflect a cultivator’s general prowess.

The higher the Sin Value, the more people the cultivator has killed, and the more dangerous they are.

However, the Sin Value of this Sword Sect Master is clearly not achieved by merely defeating minor goons. There is only one answer, he had hunted a large number of strong experts, and among them were not lacking peers of the same level, otherwise, he couldn’t have amassed such a Sin Value.

Once a cultivator’s cultivation level reached that of a Half-Saint, they could comprehend their own exclusive Domain Power, making them extremely difficult to kill in one-on-one combat. Only a simultaneous attack by ten Half-Saints like earlier could achieve an instant kill. If one were to pick out one alone, it’s not certain that they could be immediately defeated.

But this Sword Sect Master was able to carry a colossal 50 million Sin Value, and the figure alone was sufficient to suggest that his strength was far above theirs, and if it came to a one-to-one fight, he possessed the capability to kill them.

“No wonder he’s the Sword Sect Master! 50 million merits, we have witnessed the rise of a King!”

“Congratulations to Sect Master Ying for slaying the Twin Saints of the Blade Sect, hereafter we will have your deeds recorded for the wide world to tell!”

The elders of various Sect powers dared not even breathe too heavily, their eyes full of apprehensive fear as they complimented him.

Two Half-Saint Strong Experts were slaughtered just like that, the swiftness of the act stirred fear in everyone’s heart.

“There’s no need for such formality, the structure of the Eastern Continent will inevitably change today, remember the words I just spoke. Whether you seize this opportunity or seek another path is now entirely up to you.”

Ying Diao stood with hands clasped behind his back, speaking gently.

“Thank you for the grace of the Sword Sect. We will return to our respective Sect powers to regulate our Disciples, and first thing tomorrow morning we will pack our bags and report to the Sword Sect!”

“Yes, indeed, my Golden Blade Sect has its own small Secret Realm for the Disciples to cultivate in, so we won’t take up much space!”

“Today, having the fortune to see the magnificence of you seniors is truly the luck of three lifetimes for us!”

“The Sword Sect has great potential, and its future achievements will surely not be lower than those Super Sects. Meeting a wise leader is truly a blessing for our Eastern Continent!”

The elders of various powers paid their respects one after another. Gushing and flattering for a while, they noticed that the Sword Sect really had no intention of attacking again, they finally felt a bit relieved and quickly left in a frantic hurry.

“Today, I thank the seniors and fellow Daoists for lending a hand to assist! Saving our Sword Sect disciples from a dire situation, I am deeply grateful!”

As he watched the numerous talented elders leave one after another, Ying Diao then clasped his fists and bowed respectfully.

“This is a trivial matter not worth mentioning. Today, this elder led nearly a million cultivators flying here, just to bolster your Sword Sect Master’s presence. Do you find these Disciples to your liking?”

On the Taishi Chair, the wizened old man shook his head and, lighting a Huazi, he slowly spoke.

“They are pleasing, all of them are promising sons of my Sword Sect, and they will surely become pillars of our Sect!”

Ying Diao nodded. Among this million-strong force, only over a hundred thousand were original members of the Sword Sect, the rest were cultivators from the previous three great dynasties, totaling nearly a million. Although their strength and cultivation levels varied, their vast numbers and imposing presence were overpowering, enough to swallow mountains and rivers.

In some aspects, the oppressive feeling brought by these thousands of troops was even more terrifying than facing a Part-Saint.

“I just don’t know where these Daoist friends at your side are from, it seems I’ve never seen them before?”

Shifting the topic, Ying Diao voiced his confusion, which was also Li Xiaobai’s doubt. The sudden appearance of ten Half-Saints was somewhat inexplicable.

“You mean them?”

“Could it be you’ve forgotten that we are also sheltering quite a few genius Disciples from the Super Sects within our Sword Sect?”

The old man said lazily.

As his voice fell, Ying Diao’s pupils suddenly contracted: “Could it be they are their…”

The old man waved his hand nonchalantly and spoke: “They’re their parents.”

Ying Diao: “…”

Li Xiaobai: “…”