As the vanguard, the Ghost Ridge Palace disciples assigned to follow Su Jie were not average Yunling Realm cannon fodder.

In contrast, most of the Purple Mist Sect disciples left behind were cannon fodder, since the elite disciples had already been dispatched to the Heavenly Soul Sect battlefield, and those left to guard the mountain gate were hardly any better than the old, weak, sick, and disabled.

Primarily, the Purple Mist Sect didn’t envisage anyone being so deranged as to dare attack the mountain gate.

“Die for me.”

A Ghost Ridge Palace disciple controlled a poisonous insect, and with a strike from a mantis Gu Worm over a zhang long, a Purple Mist Sect disciple was sliced into several sections, with blood and viscera flowing everywhere.

“Brother Guan.”

A Purple Mist Sect disciple, seeing his friend murdered, was enraged.

Just before he could act, he suddenly felt a chill in his chest, and then saw his chest split open with the heart inside gone.

Thud!

The body shook a few times before this Purple Mist Sect disciple fell backward.

Behind him, a Ghost Ridge Palace disciple with limbs on the ground, vaguely showing a humanoid outline with many lizard-like features, flicked a forked tongue. His tongue, like a frog’s, could instantly stretch, twist at will, and sped like lightning, piercing several Purple Mist Sect disciples’ chests and extracting their hearts.

Further away, a Ghost Ridge Palace inner sect disciple released an Insect Cloud, with tens of thousands of Yin Fire locusts rushing from the Insect Control Bag, devouring those Purple Mist Sect disciples who failed to escape into piles of white bones.

“Haha, Elder Su was right, the Purple Mist Sect really is empty, only trash is left behind.”

This Ghost Ridge Palace inner sect disciple had a bloodthirsty smile as those Purple Mist Sect disciples who remained didn’t even have much combat experience since most capable ones had been pulled out. Now facing these Demon Cultivators who emerged from the cruel environment of the Demon Sect, they naturally could not match.

Not to mention, the Lantern Ghost and Thousand-Hand Centipede ravaged the mountain gate, where Big Happiness Lanterns hung in the sky, and one after another, Purple Mist Sect disciples were crushed into pulp.

“Senior Brother Xiao, save me.”

“Retreat quickly, these Demon Cultivators are impossible for us to fight.”

“Run, escaping might just give us a slim chance.”

As expected, the morale of these Purple Mist Sect disciples continued to drop, the brutal casualties, and the battle high in the sky already saw multiple Purple Mist Sect Elders fall, yet no Ghost Ridge Palace Elder had perished.

This implies, once the Elders were defeated, these disciples would have to face Ghost Ridge Palace’s Secret Realm Great Powers, leading to an exceedingly tragic end.

The true determinant of this battle’s victory or defeat was not the disciples below, but the Elders.

“Follow me to retreat to the main hall, there’s a defensive formation there to activate.”

Xiao Guanglian ordered loudly, witnessing the dire situation, the disciples close to collapse, hurriedly calling everyone to follow him into the main hall of the mountain gate, the usual place for sect meetings.

Meanwhile, aboard the Flying Magic Boat, Yu Wenjing, Mo Shiyao, Jiang Lin, He Wenfeng, Zhang Xinming, the five prisoners, witnessed the dire state of the Purple Mist Sect, all heart pounding.

“The Purple Mist Sect is finished.”

Yu Wenjing’s voice quivered slightly, unexpectedly witnessing the annihilation of a sect today.

Though the sect being annihilated wasn’t Guan Chao Pavilion, as part of Qingzhou’s Righteous Sect, the fate of the Purple Mist Sect resonated with him.

“Amitabha Buddha, this devil has fallen too deep into demonic ways, indeed heavy with sin.”

He Wenfeng clasped his hands and began reciting the Sutra of Salvation.

“This devil’s power is now established, from now onwards it’ll be even more difficult to deal with.”

Mo Shiyao looked sullen, Su Jie’s strength grew stronger and his methods exceedingly radical, her hopes of returning to freedom grew increasingly dim.

“The Demon Cultivators in your Qingzhou are truly… absolutely insane.”

Jiang Lin gazed at the inferno-ridden Purple Mist Sect, observing the slaughter of the Purple Mist Sect disciples, couldn’t help but utter.

In Jiang Lin’s Jingzhou, she hadn’t seen any Demon Cultivator dare attack a Righteous Sect; rather, it was Demon Cultivators oppressed by the Righteous Sect, even the Heavenly Soul Sect’s mountain gate was breached, fleeing to Qingzhou overnight for refuge.

“In our Qing Province, there’s also no such Demon Cultivator.”

Zhang Xinming echoed, as Da Li Dynasty’s most regions saw the Righteous Sect pressing the Demon Path.

Even in Da Li Dynasty’s demon-prosperous Chongzhou, Su Jie’s actions are undeniably shocking, brazenly overturning heaven’s blessing, annihilating a Righteous Sect.

Su Jie paid no mind to others’ perceptions, at this point Su Jie held onto Cao Yong’s head, striding step-by-step toward the Purple Mist Sect’s main hall.

Cao Yong’s head had eyes widened notably in death, an unresolved expression.

This Secret Realm Fifth Level Great Elder of the Purple Mist Sect was slain in a few moves by Su Jie, with his Primordial Spirit absorbed by the Ten Thousand Soul Banner as nourishment.

Su Jie strode forward under intense skirmishing between Purple Mist Sect and Ghost Ridge Palace disciples on either side, shouts and sounds of killing echoed through the mountain gate.

This sect annihilation battle neared its end, Su Jie held overwhelmingly dominant advantage.

Though the Purple Mist Sect’s manpower was thrice that of Su Jie’s, the higher-level strength was a cliff-like disparity.

A Secret Realm Elder’s worth was beyond countless disciples, not to mention even fiercer beings than Secret Realm Elders like Han Ruyan, Thousand-Hand Centipede, and the Flying Magic Boat.

Su Jie marched step-by-step to the Purple Mist Sect’s main hall, hiding over three hundred Purple Mist Sect disciples led by Xiao Guanglian inside.

This main hall was where the Purple Mist Sect usually held sect meetings, with strict defense and isolation, and fortunately Xiao Guanglian knew the formation’s activation key, could open the main hall’s isolation defense formation.

Su Jie eyed the formation light screen rising from the main hall, slowly spoke: “Lightning, come.”

Crack!

The Purple Cloud Heavenly Thunder danced from the void, striking fiercely upon the main hall’s defenses, shaking it violently, teetering, and casting utter despair over the Purple Mist Sect cultivators hiding inside, watching vainly as fissures in the isolation formation widened, until finally with a crash, it vanished.

The strength of the Purple Cloud Heavenly Thunder related to the Primordial Spirit, Su Jie’s Primordial Spirit gradually approached the Yang God path, enhancing the Purple Cloud Heavenly Thunder’s power continuously; this main hall’s formations were no Mountain Protection Array, incapable of barring Su Jie’s entry.

Boom!

At the instant the main hall’s defense opened, Su Jie tossed Cao Yong’s head inside, giving a greeting to those Purple Mist Sect disciples hiding there, albeit one they’d unlikely appreciate…

“You evil fiend, my grandfather won’t spare you, especially you, Evil Su.”

Xiao Guanglian bellowed, staring at approaching Su Jie, his limbs cold, face streaming sweat, knowing inevitable demise, he seemed somewhat hysterical.

“Your grandfather won’t spare me? I’d hope he comes after me, so I can send your family to reunite together.”

Su Jie laughed heartily, completely indifferent, merely the death throes of the weak.

No sooner had the words left, countless pale corpse hands swarmed from Su Jie’s pant cuffs and sleeves, soon within the main hall cries of agony arose, Purple Mist Sect disciples crushed by the corpse hands one by one.

Xiao Guanglian sought to struggle, he flew from the main hall, but just exiting the doorway, his waist abruptly bifurcated, collapsing on the ground with painful wails.

Yet before he’d cried out for seconds, his head burst with a thud.

Su Jie nonchalantly retracted his foot, letting the Ten Thousand Soul Banner automatically absorb the escaping souls, refining them into Yin Souls.

Su Jie raised his head, surveying the surroundings, the battle at the Purple Mist Sect was essentially over, its disciples massacred entirely, not that they didn’t wish to flee, but under Han Ruyan and Thousand-Hand Centipede, escape was in vain.

Four Secret Realm Elders of Ghost Ridge Palace, with Flying Magic Boat’s aid, resolved their opponents, exterminating four Purple Mist Sect Elders.

Thus, the entire Purple Mist Sect fell wholly into Su Jie’s hands.

“Clean the battlefield, loot the spoils.”

Su Jie’s voice dispersed, while he headed toward Purple Mist Sect’s treasury.

Behind him, Ghost Ridge Palace disciples cheered jubilantly, beginning to plunder everything they set eyes on, pillaging this ancient Righteous Sect with a near thousand-year heritage.