Demon Slaying, Gaining 60 Years of Cultivation From the Start

883: Chapter 11 Massacre_2 883: Chapter 11 Massacre_2 “Our actions have been discovered?!” The members of the Frost Soul Sect were shocked by this revelation, their faces changing drastically, filled with disbelief.

“We have been waiting here for quite some time; your arrival is significantly slower than expected,” said the members of the Wind Gate and those of the Yaksha Clan, all eyeing the Frost Soul Sect with ill intent.

“Why, how could they have known about our actions tonight?” The members of the Frost Soul Sect were dumbfounded, some looking stupidly at the encircling forces of the Wind Gate and the Yaksha Clan.

The beautiful young woman leading them frowned deeply, even she did not understand where the leak had come from—the plan that had been carefully communicated within the sect was known to the enemy?

Or was it that the people of Wind Gate and Yaksha Clan were incredibly cautious, always on guard, and today the Frost Soul Sect just happened to be unlucky and ran into them?

“There’s nothing more to say, kill all the men, and the women, keep them!” said the man from the Yaksha Clan.

His ugly face twisted into a sinister grin as he eyed the women of the Frost Soul Sect, his tongue licking his lips in a repulsive manner.

At this scene, the women of the Frost Soul Sect trembled in fear, knowing all too well the ways of the Yaksha Clan.

“Attack,” commanded the young man from Wind Gate coldly, with no objection to the words of the man from the Yaksha Clan.

Regardless, as long as they killed some and captured others, negotiating terms with the Frost Soul Sect would suffice.

As for whether the survivors were male or female, he was indifferent as long as not everyone was killed.

“Break out!”

Seeing the Wind Gate and Yaksha Clan move in, the women of the Frost Soul Sect decisively ordered a breakout, leading everyone to attempt an escape.

However, it was evident that Wind Gate and Yaksha Clan had come fully prepared that night; they were not going to let any disciple of the Frost Soul Sect slip away.

No matter how the Frost Soul Sect tried to break out, their fate seemed to be moving further and further from the main gates, as the encirclement inexorably tightened.

The Wind Gate and Yaksha Clan members all wore cruel smiles as they closed in.

This made the Frost Soul Sect members even more panicked, with some women dreading the thought of falling into the hands of the Yaksha Clan, shuddering uncontrollably.

“Ice Palm!”

At that moment, the leading woman of the Frost Soul Sect let out a delicate shout, pushing her palms forth, a chilling cold spreading with a white mist, threatening to freeze everything in its path!

“Hmph!”

The young man from Wind Gate let out a cold snort, shouting, “Strong Wind Palm!”

He struck out with a palm, and a violent gale met the Ice Palm of the young woman from the Frost Soul Sect, with the two forces ending in a stalemate.

“Cackle cackle cackle…”

At that moment, the leader of the Yaksha Clan flashed into action, sprouting wings on his back and pouncing on the Frost Soul Sect woman at the moment her move finished and her strength had not yet recovered.

“Sister Lu!” The other Frost Soul Sect disciples, engaged in combat, cried out in alarm when they saw this, wanting to come to her aid but unable to do so.

“The taste of a human woman, it’s been quite a while since I’ve savored it!” The Yaksha Clan man’s eyes gleamed with wolfish green light as he opened his jaw wide, lunging to devour the young woman from the Frost Soul Sect.

In an instant, the woman’s expression changed drastically with fear!

It was at this critical moment that a figure clad in black emerged, delivering a sweeping kick, kicking the man from the Yaksha Clan far away.

It was none other than Gu Chen, who had arrived just in time!

He hadn’t expected the Frost Soul Sect to act so swiftly; he had been observing from a distance and rushed here the moment he noticed something amiss, fortunate to arrive at the most crucial moment.

“Who is this?!”

Seeing Gu Chen appear, the faces of the Wind Gate and Yaksha Clan members all darkened as they glared at him fiercely.

Even the members of the Frost Soul Sect were somewhat bewildered, looking at Gu Chen with confusion, as was the woman he had just rescued.

“The one who killed you!”

Gu Chen paid no heed to the gazes of the Frost Soul Sect’s members as he stepped forward, ready to take on everyone from the Wind Gate and Yaksha Clan with his own strength.

“Impossible!” Upon seeing this, the woman of the Frost Soul Sect instinctively tried to dissuade him.

“Arrogance!

Any Tom, Dick or Harry thinks they can play the hero and rescue the damsel?

Trying to interfere with the Wind Gate’s business without even measuring your own strength!”

The young man leading the Wind Gate was clearly infuriated at having been interrupted when he was about to succeed, and he was ready to personally make his move to teach Gu Chen a lesson.

However, before he could strike, he suddenly felt a chilling sensation on his neck, followed by excruciating pain as blood sprayed out, and after a dizzying spin, he saw his own headless body below.

In that instant, his pupils contracted, and he wanted to scream, but couldn’t.

As his vision blurred, the consciousness of the young leader of the Wind Gate faded away, and he was enveloped in darkness, dead.

Until the moment before his death, he had no idea how he died.

Without even a scream, he lost his life, and everyone present was stupefied, at a loss as they witnessed this scene.

At that moment, with a thud, the headless body fell to the ground, and blood was flowing from the wound in copious amounts.

Seeing this, many finally grasped what had happened.

“Elder Brother Zhang!” The disciples of the Wind Gate cried in grief as they looked towards Gu Chen with eyes filled with terror and astonishment.

No one saw clearly what exactly had transpired!

Boom!

Just then, a fierce cry broke the silence as the Yaksha Clan man that Gu Chen had kicked away earlier charged at him.

That kick was fierce and heavy, but fortunately, the Yaksha Clan was made of sturdier stuff than most.

At this moment, his face was hideous, his eyes brimming with malice; he looked as if he wanted to tear Gu Chen apart and devour him alive.

Spurt!

Nonetheless, his fate was not much better than the Wind Gate’s young man’s.

With a flash of sword light in the void, he was cleaved in two, his blood and entrails spilling onto the ground.

“Ah—”

With the strongest of the two forces dead, the members of the Wind Gate and the Yaksha Clan screamed out, some fleeing, while others, charged with tribal pride, fearlessly rushed at Gu Chen.

Gu Chen’s eyes were cold and ruthless.

Who was he?

In the realm of Zhou, his first moniker was none other than the Butcher of Humans!

Countless people had died by his hand, including hundreds of thousands from barbarian tribes.

Now facing merely a few dozen, how could he possibly show mercy?

What followed was a bloodbath by Gu Chen; he merely stood there motionless as sword lights kept flashing in the void, and one Yaksha Clan member after another met a gruesome end, torn to pieces and none left whole.

Green blood pooled on the ground, the stench was overwhelming.

As for those Wind Gate disciples who tried to flee, of course, not one escaped; having taken action, Gu Chen would not leave a single survivor!

“Ah…”

“Please no…”

“No!”

Blood spattered, and successive screams filled the air.

Gu Chen’s expression remained impassive as he reaped the lives of all his enemies, indifferent to their pleading cries.

All were left dismembered.

For daring to harm his family and touch his scales, they were bound to suffer Gu Chen’s thunderous wrath.

No one could avoid it!

Soon, the site belonging to the Wind Gate was silent, devoid of any sound except for the pungent smell of blood that filled the air.

Not far away, bodies lay scattered, none of them whole, with shattered bones and organs strewn all around.