Severing Ties: The Sect Regrets My Departure

Chapter 205: It’s Azure Mystic! Azure Mystic Wants to Kill Gu Xiu!

“Five mid-stage Golden Core experts surrounded him, yet they couldn’t hinder him in the slightest? How is this possibly Foundation Establishment?”

“Is this the true power of a Sword Immortal?”

“Rumor has it that sword cultivators are the supreme killers of the cultivation world, and this Azure Mystic Sword Immortal was the strongest among them. Do not hold back! Stop testing him! Everyone, attack together!”

“Kill him! Don’t let him take another step!”

At this moment, no one dared to underestimate Gu Xiu anymore. The remaining experts of Awakening Spirit Valley exchanged grim glances and finally launched their second wave.

This time, the numbers were greater, and the strength was suffocating.

Over thirty cultivators mobilized. Among them were fifteen at the early Golden Core stage, ten at the mid-stage, and five powerful late-stage Golden Core experts.

This was the full, elite combat force of Awakening Spirit Valley.

Facing Gu Xiu, who stood before them like a god of slaughter, they abandoned all probing attacks. They wanted a quick resolution. They wanted him dead.

Under the pressure of such a massive siege, even Gu Xiu, who had been advancing with a steady rhythm, was forced to stop.

He raised his hand. The Crossing Immortal Sword hummed.

However… Gu Xiu still did not look at the mob charging toward him. Instead, he raised his blade and calmly thrust it into the empty air in front of him.

What is he doing?

The question flashed through everyone’s mind, but in the heat of battle, doubts were suppressed by killing intent. Only one thing mattered.

“Kill him!”

“Send him to hell!”

“He can kill five at once, but we are thirty! No matter how strong he is, he cannot instant-kill an army! Especially with late-stage experts leading the charge!”

“Charge!”

Without hesitation, the thirty experts unleashed their artifacts and techniques, a tidal wave of destruction crashing toward the lone figure in gray. They were ninety percent confident.

However…

Just as they launched their assault, the sky wept.

A few raindrops drifted down, pattering softly against the stone floor. In the blink of an eye, the drizzle turned into a curtain, surrounding all thirty attackers.

One cultivator, puzzled by the sudden weather change, looked up at a falling drop.

Inside the crystal-clear water, he saw a reflection.

It was a shadow. A sword shadow, sharp enough to pierce the heavens.

The moment he saw it, the drop exploded.

Divine Ability: Rain Falls, Forming a Realm.

Kill.

Sssst! Sssst! Sssst!

The sickening sound of blades piercing flesh erupted in a chaotic rhythm. The cultivators in the rear watched in horror as their companions froze, their eyes dilating in shock.

“What… what technique is this?”

“One sword transforming into ten thousand… numerical advantage is useless against him!”

“Is this… is this the might of the Sword Immortal?”

Countless spectators screamed. Countless souls shivered in fear.

In a single breath, the thirty experts who had charged Gu Xiu were decimated.

The twenty-five cultivators below the late Golden Core stage were annihilated instantly. Their bodies riddled with holes, they collapsed like puppets with cut strings.

Of the five late-stage Golden Core experts, two had their skulls pierced and died on the spot. The remaining three, covered in deep sword wounds, retreated frantically, blood trailing behind them. They looked at Gu Xiu not as a man, but as an immense terror.

The scene made one’s scalp numb and souls flee in terror.

This strength… was monstrous.

Yet, amidst the carnage, Gu Xiu frowned slightly, murmuring to himself with a trace of regret.

“Foundation Establishment late-stage… still falls a bit short, after all.”

Although he had reached the late stage of Foundation Establishment, and his six Dao Platforms were peerless, and his Dantian was as vast as a sea of stars—allowing him to slaughter Golden Core cultivators with ease—there was a limit.

Depending solely on the area-of-effect power of Rain Falls, Forming a Realm to instantly kill late-stage Golden Core experts was still slightly beyond his reach.

However…

While Gu Xiu felt a twinge of dissatisfaction, the spectators were completely dumbfounded.

Yi Zhiyin, the Sect Leader of Awakening Spirit Valley, felt his blood turn to ice. He glanced at the few remaining subordinates beside him. He didn’t need to speak; their evasive, trembling eyes told him everything.

They were broken. Gu Xiu had terrified them into submission.

Gritting his teeth, Yi Zhiyin turned his pleading gaze toward the shadows of the hall, where a group of cultivators not wearing sect robes stood watching.

“Everyone… are you going to continue watching from the sidelines?”

These were the experts from the Azure Mystic Sacred Land.

They had barely intervened earlier, only acting to suppress Wan Xiaobei’s bodyguards with the formation. Since then, they had been watching from the sidelines like spectators at a play.

But now…

“A bunch of trash!”

A furious curse rang out. Immediately following the voice, a silver-white long spear shot through the air like a bolt of lightning.

Boom!

It slammed into the ground directly in front of Gu Xiu, cracking the stone tiles. Golden arcs of electricity danced wildly around the shaft, each spark carrying a lethal, destructive aura.

Then, a figure descended.

A man in golden robes landed steadily on the hilt of the spear. He looked down at Gu Xiu with a face full of arrogance and mockery.

“My trash Uncle-Master… you don’t actually think that bullying these garbage locals—who lack proper techniques and artifacts—makes you invincible in the world, do you?”

Trash Uncle-Master…

The address sent a shockwave through the trapped disciples of the various sects.

He called Gu Xiu ‘Uncle-Master’. That means this person is…

“I remember now! He’s Sun Linfeng from the Azure Mystic Sacred Land!”

“Right! That’s him! He isn’t wearing the uniform, so I didn’t recognize him, but that spear… he is the ‘Thunder Spear War God,’ Sun Linfeng!”

“Why are people from the Azure Mystic Sacred Land here? Could the rumors be true? Is Awakening Spirit Valley really a puppet sect of the Sacred Land?”

“Hiss… if that’s true, then Sword Immortal Gu Xiu didn’t just leave the sect. He might be enemies with them!”

“And that mother and daughter… they are from the Tantai Clan. The Tantai ancestor saved the Azure Mystic Peak Master’s life, yet she imprisoned his descendants here to harvest Void Stone Wax? Isn’t this… isn’t this The Farmer and the Snake? Repaying kindness with enmity?”

The cultivators present were not fools. They had suspected a connection before, but speculation was just speculation.

But now…

Sun Linfeng’s appearance confirmed the darkest possibility.

The Azure Mystic Sacred Land had secretly fostered Awakening Spirit Valley as a proxy, using this dark sect to do their dirty work.

Work that included… killing Gu Xiu!

“Now that you’ve discovered it, I suppose we can let you die with clarity.”

A cold, melodious laugh echoed through the hall.

A woman in a crimson skirt leaped into the air, landing gracefully beside Sun Linfeng. She offered Gu Xiu a charming, venomous smile.

“Uncle-Master Gu, knowing this place is a trap yet still daring to set foot inside… this servant truly admires your courage. Don’t worry, this servant will make sure your death isn’t too painful.”

“I don’t know how you managed to cultivate again, but trash is always trash. Restarting your path only to come here… you are simply courting death.”

A third voice joined them. An old man with a hooked nose and a face full of gloomy malice stepped out from the shadows.

The three of them stood together, blocking Gu Xiu’s path. Even though they could clearly see the pile of corpses behind him, they showed no fear.

There was a massive divide between disciples of a Sacred Land and experts of a minor sect. It was the same gap that separated a sect disciple from a rogue cultivator. Whether in cultivation techniques, resources, or Dharma Treasures, they were superior in every way.

Gu Xiu had killed many people.

But so what?

These three were all at the Golden Core Grand Perfection stage. Gu Xiu’s earlier attack, while frightening, had failed to kill the late-stage cultivators outright. That proved his limit.

They had nothing to fear.

However…

Surrounded by three powerful enemies, Gu Xiu did not even glance at them. Instead, his gaze drifted past them to a figure shrouded in black robes, standing alone in the darkness.

“You don’t plan to join in?” Gu Xiu asked calmly.

“Uncle-Master Gu, you are only at the Foundation Establishment stage,” the black-robed figure replied, his voice flat. “The three of them are enough. If I were to attack as well, it would be bullying.”

“I see.”

Gu Xiu nodded. He stopped talking.

Without hesitation, the Crossing Immortal Sword in his hand surged with light. He thrust forward, targeting Sun Linfeng and his lightning spear.

“Hmph. Do you take me for a soft persimmon?”

Sun Linfeng scoffed. He did not retreat. instead, he thrust his spear forward, aiming the tip directly at the point of Gu Xiu’s sword.

This was an Earth-grade Artifact, enhanced with secret techniques and charged with the violent power of thunder. Gu Xiu choosing to clash weapons with him was a fatal mistake.

Or so he thought.

But the moment the spear tip met the Crossing Immortal Sword…

The cold arrogance in Sun Linfeng’s eyes shattered into pure horror.

His Earth-grade divine spear, the weapon he was so proud of, met the sword and crumbled.

It was as if it were made of paper.

Crack. Snap. Shatter.

The spear disintegrated inch by inch.

The terrifying thunder power contained within didn’t even have time to erupt before it vanished into nothingness along with the weapon.

And even more terrifying…

After shattering the spear, the sword did not stop. It continued its relentless trajectory.