Lü Shèngjūn, the Sect Master of the Fierce Sword Sect, offered virtually no resistance under Lěng Yè's assault, perishing under a single sword strike. Lěng Yè's blow was clean and decisive, without the slightest hesitation. Such a crushing defeat left the surrounding spectators dumbfounded—an expert at the Martial Emperor realm could not even last three moves against Lěng Yè. This was not a mere gap in strength, but a gulf as vast as heaven and earth.
Witnessing the tragic death of their Sect Master, the Elders of the Fierce Sword Sect felt no surge of determination to seek revenge, only an urgent desire to flee. Their faces filled with panic, they turned and ran without hesitation, terrified of becoming the next target. However, Lěng Yè's speed was like a shadow clinging to its form; brandishing the Asura Blade, he instantly caught up to the fleeing group. Five Elders fell beneath Lěng Yè's sword almost simultaneously, their lives flashing by like shooting stars, vanishing in a split second.
With the successive demise of the Sect Master and the Elders, the fate of the Fierce Sword Sect reached its end. Within North River City, the Fierce Sword Sect henceforth became a part of history. Lěng Yè put away his weapon, stood amidst the corpses scattered all over the ground, and looked back at Zhūgě Lín. "The business is done, let's head back." The two mounted their horses, rode through the stunned crowd, and quietly departed.
Chapter 845