Chapter 0033

Chapter 33: Tell the Grudges, Get Ready to Set Out!

When the token shattered, Zhou Tong froze. [I never thought he would act this fast, this eager.] That was not just a token breaking. It was the death of everyone here.

The Enforcer men were stunned too. Cold Night was the name of the Chief Enforcer. Real or fake, crushing those two words was a crime by itself. One of them hissed to the others: “You are all finished. No one walks away today.”

The little demoness and Long Ling Yun looked at the crowd with pity, their voices dry: “We’ve seen people look for death, but never like this.”

“Ha, who are you trying to scare?” the Alliance chief barked, his eyes turning savage. “You dare spread panic in front of me. Today is your death day. Everyone, listen. These disciples of a demon are all demon spawn. For the people of the world, wipe them out.”

“Hold your hands,” an Enforcer officer suddenly roared, stopping the crowd.

“What is it now?” the Alliance chief said, annoyed.

The Enforcer ignored him and stared straight at Zhou Tong: “Boy, what exactly was that token?”

“You already know. Why ask me?” Zhou Tong said coolly, and the Enforcer’s hands went cold.

The Alliance chief frowned at the Enforcer: “A scrap of wood scares you like this? Won’t that stain the Enforcer’s name?”

“That was the Chief Enforcer’s token,” the Enforcer snapped. Silence fell at once. The Righteous Alliance felt like they had fallen into ice.

Only the chief kept laughing: “Look how scared you all are. You really believe something this silly? What is this brat? How could he have the right to meet the Chief Enforcer? He must have heard the name and forged a token to scare you. Whoever kills him has no sin, only merit.”

The Enforcer’s eyes flickered. The man was not completely wrong. The Chief Enforcer always moved in and out of the shadows. Even he rarely saw him, let alone a boy like Zhou Tong.

While they hesitated, Zhou Tong stepped forward and shielded the girls behind him. Facing the crowd of the Human Dao, his face turned hard and cold: “You started an unjust war and tried to destroy my Sect. If you have hatred, say it now. Lay it out one by one, so you don’t die as wronged ghosts.”

People looked at one another. No one knew how to answer.

Zhou Tong pointed at the Grand Clarity Sect expert: “I spoke well with your Sect Master Ying before. I doubt he knows about this. You can leave now, and I will not hold this against you.”

He turned to the Upper Clarity Sect expert: “I did a great favor for your Sect Master. Ask him right now, then decide.”

The man’s face changed. He lost no time and sent a message. In a few breaths, he grew even more serious, and his eyes toward Zhou Tong filled with respect.

“What is going on, brother?” the Grand Clarity expert asked under his breath.

“Brother, this youth is extraordinary. He will become a great figure. Let us make good ties with him. It will be better when we meet again,” the Upper Clarity expert answered.

“I understand. I will go with you,” the Grand Clarity expert said. Without another word to the Alliance, the two of them quietly left.

“Cowards, trash,” the Alliance chief shouted at their backs, helpless to stop them.

Zhou Tong looked at the Jade Purity Sect elder, his tone a touch complicated: “What about you?”

The elder sneered: “What right does a traitor have to act proud? The Law Hall master has ordered us: first kill the demon, then kill the rebel. I will show no mercy.”

Zhou Tong nodded. His gaze slid over the Enforcer men, then over the rest of the Alliance.

Mu Rong Ya came to stand at his side. “Little one, save your breath. These people joined hands back then to kill your senior sister. I hunted them down and caught a heart demon because of it. They are the ones who slipped the net. Even if they beg to leave, I will not allow it.”

Zhou Tong asked only one question: “Do you regret it?”

“A master who fails to avenge her disciples is worthless, even if she reaches the Emperor Realm and rules a vast land,” Mu Rong Ya said. “I only regret not being ruthless enough then, which let them rise again.”

The Alliance chief’s face turned ugly. “Demon, your fancy words will not save you. Everyone, today is the day your names spread far and wide. Follow me and slay the demon.” With one order, more than a hundred people moved with killing intent.

“Come, all of you,” Zhou Tong said as his power surged. He waved his hand, and heaven and earth shook. Light burst from the four directions as dozens of Array Arts rose and covered the sky.

Mu Rong Ya unfolded her domain. The Red Dust Sea rolled out and wrapped the three of them. With both boosts, the strength of Zhou Tong’s team soared, enough to face the enemies before them.

“Silken Phantasm,” breathed the little demoness as souls wavered.

“Wordless Severing,” said Long Ling Yun as her sword cut clean. The two worked together without a gap, the first hooking the mind, the second reaping the body, causing huge disruption.

“Gather your strength and crush the brats,” the Jade Purity Sect elder shouted. The crowd answered at once and unleashed their strongest strike to overwhelm Zhou Tong’s group.

“Let me,” Zhou Tong said as he stepped in front of the two girls. Light blazed from him, and he threw a world-shaking strike. It was the first time since his rebirth that he showed a true trump card, a forbidden art he had grasped in his past life, a union of all ways into one. One law rose, and ten thousand ways bowed. Its divine might washed away the enemy’s killing light, then drove forward like a spear, crushing dozens in a breath.

“What technique is that?” the enemy cried, fear and hate filling their eyes. This youth was even more terrifying than the Joyous Union Sect’s former senior sister. He could not be allowed to live.

“So you have some skill,” the Alliance chief growled. “Looks like to kill you I have to go all out.” He pulled out six Jade Pendants and crushed them at once.

In an instant, six fierce auras arrived. More than a hundred new fighters dropped onto the field.

“It’s the Six Great Sects,” Zhou Tong said, eyes tightening. Under the three great Sects, the Six Great Sects were the strongest blocs. They had only one reason to act now: to strangle Mu Rong Ya so she could never rise again.

“My Joyous Union Sect has no feud with you. Why do you press us so hard?” Mu Rong Ya asked, pushing her power to the limit to hold them back.

“It is the duty of Daoists to slay demons and protect people. Demoness, you die today,” someone shouted.

The Blood God Sect’s sect master, eyes blood-red, licked his lips: “Your disciples are not ordinary. When I drink their blood, my Sect will be stronger.”

“Despicable. You dare call yourselves righteous?” Mu Rong Ya snapped.

He laughed: “Righteous, demonic, who cares? A strong fist is the only truth. I am justice because I am stronger. How can you not understand something so simple?” The crowd laughed with him, mocking that the Joyous Union Sect had reached the end of the road.

Just then, an old voice rolled across the battlefield: “A strong fist is the only truth, is it? Then let me show you my truth.”

A streak of red light tore across the sky and hit the Blood God Sect’s sect master head-on.

With a soft pop, he burst apart without even leaving last words.