Infinite Fire Record

Chapter 32: Killing

Zhongnan Mountain, above the Taoist temple.

Imperial Sky’s gaze remained fixed on the distant Taoist priests. At this moment, no one dared to meet his eyes. With a single strike, hundreds had perished. Blood flowed freely, forming a crimson river that hovered above the great hall.

Now, his cold stare, laced with killing intent, fell upon Ma Yu.

Ma Yu clutched his chest, struggling to speak. “Your Excellency, you are from Peach Blossom Island.”

Imperial Sky frowned, the corner of his mouth curling in disdain. “Peach Blossom Island? Does it share some bond with the Quanzhen Sect? As its young master, how is it that I know nothing of this?”

At these words, Ma Yu’s lips twitched, an unexpected glimmer of hope flashing in his eyes. He let out a measured breath and spoke firmly, “Guo Jing of Peach Blossom Island is also considered my disciple. Judging by your age, you must be his son. And yet, you commit such atrocities. Do you not fear your father’s judgment?”

Imperial Sky froze. His brows furrowed, and anger twisted his expression. He bellowed, “Guo Jing? How dare he? My mother already renounced him! Guo Jing has no ties to Peach Blossom Island! Grandfather Huang Yushu declared long ago: ‘If Guo Jing dares step onto Peach Blossom Island, he will be killed on sight.’

“And now, you insolent fools dare invoke Peach Blossom Island as if it grants you protection? Laughable. That man lived off my mother’s kindness, and now, even after all these years, he seeks to use Peach Blossom Island for his gain? Treasonous. I will personally see him dead.”

Ma Yu’s mouth hung open, his mind blank with shock. Beside him, Hao Datong’s face twisted in horror. Unable to contain himself, he spat, “Hah! That Huang Rong is shameless!”

Ma Yu’s heart sank. Not good!

But it was too late.

Imperial Sky released Little Dragon Girl and, in a blur, transformed into a ghostly shadow, rushing straight at Hao Datong.

Hao Datong’s eyes widened as his body froze, paralyzed by the sheer force of the oncoming strike.

Imperial Sky’s right hand clamped around his throat, his lips curling into a cruel smile. “Bold words. But today, you will die. The Quanzhen Sect will die.”

Ma Yu, standing just within reach, gathered what little internal energy he had left and swung his palm at Imperial Sky.

Imperial Sky let out a cold laugh. His left hand shot forward with devastating force—Beauty Fist.

A technique crafted by Lin Chao Ying herself. Having lived within the ancient tomb, Imperial Sky had mastered many of its martial arts. Now, he unleashed Western Son’s Heart.

Boom!

Ma Yu’s arms shattered, bone piercing through flesh, his limbs hanging uselessly. Blood gushed, painting the air in a grotesque display.

Imperial Sky’s right hand shifted into a claw, its indomitable force stabbing toward Hao Datong’s head.

Hao Datong’s voice trembled. “I never thought… I would die at the hands of this man.”

Imperial Sky sneered. With a sickening twist, he tore the head from its shoulders. The headless corpse collapsed to its knees as blood gushed forth, pooling at his feet.

Not a single drop stained him.

The corner of Imperial Sky’s mouth lifted into a cruel smile. He clenched his right hand—Boom!—the severed head exploded into fragments of bone and flesh.

Then, with a single wave of his hand, thousands of blood-red peach blossoms burst forth into the sky.

Falling Divine Sword Palm.

Crimson petals swirled, beautiful yet terrifying. Like a heavenly maiden scattering flowers, or a storm of petals raining from the heavens.

But beneath their beauty lurked death. Each petal, a razor-sharp blade, carried the weight of a life.

“Ahhh—!”

“No—!”

“Spare me—!”

Screams filled the air.

The Quanzhen Sect, once at its peak after the Eagle Shooting period, had gathered three thousand disciples. At this moment, within the great hall, a thousand of them stood.

And now, they fell.

Falling Divine Sword Palm became a symphony of slaughter. Where the petals landed, blood followed.

For some, their throats were slit in an instant. Others struck elsewhere, and clung to the faint hope of survival.

But those whom Imperial Sky singled out had no such luck.

Ma Yu’s gaze darkened with grief as he watched the raining blood. With his final breath, he whispered, “Your Excellency possesses unparalleled martial skill… but do not walk this path of evil. Do good… or you will surely fall into hell.”

Imperial Sky threw back his head and laughed, the sound echoing through the temple. “Interesting. Very interesting. With your final words, I have made my decision—Quanzhen Sect will be erased from this world. Not just from Zhongnan Mountain. No matter where its disciples hide, I will hunt them all down.”

Boom!

Ma Yu’s eyes blazed with defiance as he let out a final roar. “You… are a devil!”

As the words left his lips, his body disintegrated into a cloud of blood.

Imperial Sky lowered his gaze to the trembling figure at his feet—Yang Guo, awake but drenched in blood.

Yang Guo’s entire body shook, his wide eyes pleading for mercy.

Imperial Sky’s lips curled into an amused smirk. “Not bad. You have a strong heart for one so young. It seems you have suffered much.”

His voice dropped, taunting. “Granny Sun died because of you. I should kill you. But… your identity gives me a rather interesting idea.”

With a flick of his wrist, two books landed before Yang Guo—Quan Zhen Heart Technique and Quan Zhen Sword Technique.

Then, with a wave of his right hand, a golden flame appeared. With a flick of his fingers, the flame shot into Yang Guo’s forehead.

Imperial Sky’s cold smile deepened as he leaned in. “You wish to know who killed your father? Do you wish to understand why your mother died in sorrow? All your answers await. Train well. Take your revenge. But know this—your greatest enemy is the very person you cherish in your heart.”

Yang Guo clutched his head, letting out an agonized scream.

Imperial Sky watched, expression unchanging. “Granny Sun died because of you. You cannot be allowed to live unscathed.”

His right hand shot forward—Shark!

Yang Guo gasped, his body convulsing. Blood spurted as his left arm was severed cleanly from his shoulder.

“This is my tribute to Granny Sun,” Imperial Sky declared. “Your enemy is Guo Jing. And remember—your life is mine to command.”

Yang Guo howled in pain, his cries echoing through the blood-soaked temple.

Imperial Sky turned away, stepping toward Little Dragon Girl. Without hesitation, he took her hand. “Dragon child, let us go. Granny Sun will rest within the ancient tomb.”

Little Dragon Girl nodded. With a graceful sweep of her silk belt, she lifted Granny Sun’s lifeless body and followed him, vanishing into the night.