Chapter 664: At My Command—Wipe Out Shaoyang Manor, Leave No One Alive
Shen Mo, Lei Zhonghe, and Lei Zizhen departed together, vanishing into pinpoints of light in the blink of an eye.
Shi Ping, Qi Heng, and the others remained standing respectfully, heads slightly lowered.
Lei Chuan stood calmly, his expression composed.
Qi Heng spoke with a submissive tone, "Elder Lei Chuan…"
Lei Chuan interrupted him evenly, "No need to speak further."
"The patriarch left me here to resolve the issue."
"And you… are the issue."
He looked at Qi Heng and the others, then drew out a command token.
The moment it appeared, wind and thunder surged around it, causing even the sky to change color.
Qi Heng and the others' eyes widened. "The Wind and Thunder Command!"
Even Shi Ping, though trying to remain calm, couldn't hide the excitement on his face.
The Wind and Thunder Command!
This was the Thunder Prison Clan's summoning order.
Anywhere within the Thunder Prison Clan's territory—when this token is raised—every Nirvana-stage cultivator affiliated with the clan within a hundred-thousand-li radius must arrive within a day.
And obey the command of the one holding the token.
Typically, the Wind and Thunder Command is used only when a core member of the clan faces a life-threatening crisis—
Or when the clan declares war.
Or… when it cleans house internally!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Dozens of streams of light flew in from afar.
"Huanglong Sect, answering the Wind and Thunder Command!"
"Divine Sword Sect, answering the Wind and Thunder Command!"
"Spirit Beast Mountain, answering the Wind and Thunder Command!"
"…!"
One forceful voice after another rang out in the air.
In the blink of an eye, dozens of Nirvana cultivators gathered in the sky, ready to receive orders.
Qi Heng's face turned utterly white.
As if it had been painted with lime.
The cultivators of his faction were equally pale.
Anyone who could reach this cultivation stage was not foolish.
When Lei Chuan raised the Wind and Thunder Command into the air, they already had a good idea of what was coming.
Qi Heng's lips trembled, "Elder Lei… must it… really come to this?"
He couldn't even form his words clearly.
Lei Chuan's expression remained calm as he raised the Wind and Thunder Command toward Qi Heng and his allies. "Qi Heng, Grand Elder of Douxuan Sect, and all his followers—your crimes are twofold."
"First—offending the life-saving benefactor of our Thunder Prison Clan's young master!"
"Second—colluding with sects such as Shaoyang Manor to conduct illicit feuds and malicious competition!"
"By clan law—execution!"
Lei Chuan's voice was absolute.
Dozens of Nirvana cultivators surged toward Qi Heng's group like a tidal wave.
Even Shi Ping and his supporters joined the purge.
They had long despised Qi Heng and his clique.
Even a prodigious disciple like Chen Nanxuan had been suppressed by them.
They were nothing but parasites and scum of the sect!
Now, the chance to eliminate them had finally come!
Qi Heng's eyes filled with terror. "No, please—!"
His voice was quickly drowned out by a storm of avatars and techniques.
When the light faded—
Qi Heng and his followers had been obliterated, not even corpses remaining.
Only a few torn robes drifted to the ground, silently marking their former existence.
"Shaoyang Manor violated the clan's prohibition," Lei Chuan's mighty voice thundered across three thousand li.
"First—colluding with Turing Sect, White Sword Sect, and Mad Blade Sect in a private feud against Douxuan Sect!"
"Second—concealing the identities of Turing Sect cultivators and disguising them as Shaoyang disciples!"
"Third—bribing Thunder Prison Clan cultivators to cover up these crimes!"
"Fellow cultivators—heed my command!"
Lei Chuan's gaze swept the assembled forces.
"Await the command of the clan elder!" the cultivators thundered in unison.
"Exterminate Shaoyang Manor—leave no one alive!" Lei Chuan roared.
"Yes!"
Over a hundred streaks of light shot westward—
Toward the mountain gate of Shaoyang Manor.
Within a single day,
Tens of thousands of cultivators within Shaoyang Manor, from top to bottom, were all executed.
The legacy of Shaoyang Manor was completely and utterly erased.
Several days later.
High in the sky, a cloudship sailed steadily through the air.
The vessel stretched over two hundred zhang long and seventy zhang wide.
Its surface was inscribed with countless profound and intricate formations.
Of course, such complexity was only mystifying to ordinary cultivators.
In Shen Mo's eyes, the secrets of these formations were completely laid bare.
"Not bad—quite exquisite."
Shen Mo nodded slightly.
A few more unique insights into formations had formed in his mind.
At present, the highest-level formation he could arrange was the lower Saint-rank Lunar Puppet Formation.
But that formation served a single purpose: crafting puppets.
It had no offensive or defensive function.
Lei Zhonghe's cloudship, however, had revealed many distinctive features to him.
Shen Mo pondered whether he could extract part of the Lunar Puppet Formation and combine it with some of the formations used in this vessel to create a new formation—
One that might possess both offensive and defensive capabilities.
At that moment, Lei Zhonghe's voice came from beside him.
"Fellow Daoist Shen, you've been watching so intently—could it be you have some mastery of formations as well?"
Lei Zhonghe was inwardly astonished.
Shen Mo had been standing there, studying the vessel for two full days.
Yet his eyes still gleamed with sharp focus.
This cloudship had once belonged to the Thunder Prison Clan's progenitor, the "Prison Saint," when he was still at the Dao Sovereign stage. It was named the Tribulation Thunder Cloudship.
It possessed immense offensive and defensive power.
Even among Saint-rank cloudships, its speed was among the very best.
After the Prison Saint stepped into the Saint Realm, this vessel gradually fell behind the times.
So he redrew the formation diagrams and gifted it to the clan patriarch.
Now, it had passed into Lei Zhonghe's hands.
Ordinary cultivators couldn't last even two hours studying its formation, let alone two days.
Even Lei Zhonghe himself often used the Tribulation Thunder Cloudship to temper his spirit.
His own endurance had grown steadily over time, yet he still capped out at eight hours.
This Shen Mo was truly exceptional.
Just then, Shen Mo lifted his head.
He noticed Lei Zhonghe standing beside him, with Lei Zizhen waiting respectfully nearby.
"How long has it been?" Shen Mo frowned.
"Two days, benefactor. You've been observing for two days straight—we're nearly at Thunder Saint City," Lei Zizhen said with a light chuckle.
Shen Mo let out a dry laugh.
It had felt to him like only a few dozen breaths had passed.
This formation was truly profound—undoubtedly the work of a Saint.
"Up ahead is Thunder Saint City,"
Lei Zhonghe smiled. "Take a look, Fellow Daoist Shen."
Shen Mo walked to the front of the deck and looked into the distance.
Sure enough, he saw a towering, majestic city rising on the plain below.
The skies above rolled with thunderclouds, heavy and dark.
From time to time, bolts of lightning struck down—
Only to be absorbed by the city itself.
On closer inspection, Shen Mo saw that the city walls held their own arcane mysteries.
They appeared to be forged from a rare mineral capable of absorbing lightning.
Under normal conditions, the walls gathered lightning, and when triggered, they could unleash destructive force.
A sudden release of such power could very well reduce even a Dao Sovereign to ash!
As expected of one of the five great supreme forces of Eastern Province.
This scale and majesty were awe-inspiring.
That said, in terms of sheer size, while Thunder Saint City was vast and commanding, it still couldn't surpass the ten Demon-Suppressing Fortresses of Zhenmo Sea.
At least in Shen Mo's view, the grandeur and magnificence of those fortresses had already exceeded the architectural limits of nearly any structure.
Lei Zhonghe noted that Shen Mo showed no dramatic reaction and was inwardly even more astonished.
He was certain this was Shen Mo's first time visiting the Thunder Prison Clan's main city—Thunder Saint City.
Yet faced with such a sight, Shen Mo didn't show even the slightest trace of wonder.
Lei Zhonghe had never encountered anyone like this before.
"It's the Tribulation Thunder Cloudship! Welcome back, Clan Patriarch!"
At the gates of Thunder Saint City—
Cultivators saw the cloudship approaching from afar and immediately shouted in unison.
In an instant, tens of thousands of cultivators knelt down, their expressions devout and full of reverence.
To many who had lived their entire lives in Thunder Saint City,
The clan patriarch was not just a leader—
He was like a father, and even more so, the heavens themselves.
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