Beast Taming Patrol Chapter 1548 - 431: Hunyuan Taoist Sect No More!

Despite her usual poise, a sharp intake of breath escaped her at Lin Su's ruthless resolve and daring.

He had been the previous Sect Master of the Hunyuan Taoist Sect, a mighty elder from long-forgotten eras.

Killing a foe might seem simple, yet executing it like this...

It felt like she was encountering this unfamiliar junior anew, and for the first time, a pang of regret stirred within her.

Was it wiser to have avoided this conflict altogether?

Even should the Beast Taming branch ascend to dominance, would the Martial Path truly fade away?

But crossing someone like him...

An unexplained dread began to swell inside Yu Yao.

Next to her, Liu Cangming stayed quiet, facing off against Huan Venerate in the emptiness, yet he held back from striking, gripping his sword's handle so fiercely that veins protruded on the back of his hand.

A fluctuating light danced in his gaze, and though he avoided direct stares, he always tracked Lin Su's motions from the edge of his vision.

For the first time, the name Lin Su burned itself into his thoughts, filling the typically detached Liu Cangming with a trace of unease.

Opposing such a figure was utterly chilling.

Even Ji Wupo, the wildest among the trio, abruptly emerged from Kun Venerate's dream realm, glancing hesitantly toward Lin Su, the wild frenzy in his masked scarlet eyes fading a touch.

This fellow...

Bolder than even me!

Why didn't this man enlist with my Blood Sea Tower from the beginning?!

A spark of respect gleamed in Ji Wupo's eyes.

The Blood Sea Tower bloodline, grim by nature, unleashes utter insanity when provoked.

Observing Lin Su's deeds right now, Ji Wupo's hostility melted away, giving way to shared recognition.

This one, exceptional!

If the leaders of the three sects reacted thus, it stood to reason that the rest of their mighty fighters felt the impact as well.

Beholding this spectacle, a wave of relief washed over them that their own sects hadn't turned the Immortal Phoenix Sect's immortals into a burial vessel.

And alongside that relief bloomed a hint of spectator's thrill amid the turbulent battlefield.

What must the Hunyuan Taoist Sect's powerhouses feel, watching their old Sect Master degraded so?

Yet the warriors from the opposing Hunyuan Taoist Sect felt nothing but despair.

As their past Sect Master endured such shame, while their present Sect Master raged in fury but remained helpless against Ji Qinghuan's interference, their beliefs crumbled like dust.

No external blows needed; their resolve had already crumbled to pieces.

Devoid of will to battle, even the array that once surged with power now faltered weakly.

Thus, Qi Xuandao, bolstered by it, displayed growing weariness, struggling even more to slip past Ji Qinghuan's guard.

On the flip side, Ji Qinghuan grew ever more composed.

The elite forces of the Immortal Phoenix Sect stared in stunned silence at the unfolding drama, words failing them, though a fiercer spark ignited in their gazes!

An endless blaze of battle fervor kindled deep in their souls.

In the tides of glory and ruin, such was the way of it.

Six booms...

Seven booms...

Eight booms...

Lin Su's expression stayed serene, yanking Zhou Lutian's head upward with raw strength, mending him back to form via Recovery Power despite his near-death state.

He halted briefly, as though steadying his breathing.

Then, amid myriad stares tense enough to stifle breaths, he unleashed his full might, slamming Zhou Lutian's head downward with brutal force!

"Boom!!!"

The ninth boom!

Zhou Lutian's skull, together with his frame, burst into a crimson fog, leaving no trace in that last, earth-shaking thud!

The ex-Sect Master of the Hunyuan Taoist Sect, Zhou Lutian, met his end!

And in the void of his kowtows, a horrific rift tore open from the sheer impact!

Nine, the pinnacle digit.

Nine kowtows, the supreme rite in divine martial practice.

When Lin Su first entered the Immortal Phoenix Sect, he offered but five kowtows.

But what Zhou Lutian performed on Deer Venerate's corpse was the full nine-kowtow ceremony.

This rite befits only one's birth parents or a savior of boundless debt!

To Lin Su, since Deer Venerate's form prolonged Zhou Lutian's days, it warranted such honor!

Yet to the wholly deranged Qi Xuandao, it ranked as the gravest affront!

"Ah!!!"

Qi Xuandao unleashed a savage, beastly howl, his gaze brimming with deranged slaughter lust, enough to make even Ji Qinghuan, blocking his path, furrow her brow gravely.

Meanwhile, Lin Su pressed on without pause.

He extended a palm, gently laying it upon the coffin shaped from Deer Venerate's remains.

With Time’s Heart's pulse, the torrent of time crashed down in fury!

Beneath the time-element surge, the coffin warped swiftly before endless onlookers, as if eras rewound, swiftly reverting to a massive cadaver.

That was Deer Venerate's intact form.

"Deer Venerate, rest in eternal peace."

Handing Deer Venerate's body over to Dragon Venerate and Turtle Venerate, only then did Lin Su, spear in grip, advance toward the almost berserk Qi Xuandao.

"Master, your disciple joins you to fell this foe as one!"

In utter hush, Qi Xuandao fell to Lin Su's savage spear strike through his torso, draining his life force.

In his dying moments, the frenzy in Qi Xuandao's eyes slowly ebbed, clearing like a flame reigniting faintly before snuffing out.

Scenes from bygone days whirled past his vision like a spinning lantern.

Long, long ago, he had been a righteous martial artist driven by honor and virtue.

When had greed and craving so clouded his path?

That final question welled as a tear, freezing at the edge of Qi Xuandao's eye.

As his life faded, his full cultivation erupted in a martial domain that thundered outward, shattering into myriad light specks that danced before all eyes, then gently vanished.

The Sect Master of Hunyuan Taoist Sect, Qi Xuandao, breathed his last!

"Master, the chief antagonist lies defeated—what's our next move?"

Lin Su returned his spear to its sheath, cupping his hands in respect.

"Awaiting your guidance, Master!"

Ji Qinghuan drew a steadying breath, her eyes coolly scanning the terror-stricken visages across the field.

Just earlier, those same faces had blazed with murderous fury.

Had her disciple not descended like a divine savior, she shuddered to imagine if the Immortal Phoenix Sect would endure.

Pausing in quiet reflection, Ji Qinghuan declared steadily.

"From this day forth, the Hunyuan Taoist Sect vanishes from the Eastern Extreme Domain."

"I obey Master's decree!"

Lin Su bowed once more, then surged toward the surviving Hunyuan Taoist Sect troops.

"All Immortal Phoenix Sect members, follow my lead—let's restore our Immortal Phoenix Sect's glory!"

A host of silhouettes launched skyward, fueled by grudge and elation, closing in on the ashen Hunyuan Taoist Sect members.

"Restore the glory of our Immortal Phoenix Sect!!!"

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