The Whole Sect Forced Me to Die, So I Went Berserk and Killed Them All - Chapter 5:

Chapter 5: Who Dares Kill Me, Shen Lian?

“Outrageous! Absolutely outrageous!” Elder Qing Shan was the first to slam the table and shout in fury after a brief silence. He pointed at Shen Lian and barked, “Shen Lian, is this how you behave toward the Elders? Do you even remember your status?”

Shen Lian didn’t reply. His eyes half-closed, he tilted his head slightly and glanced backward. That look was full of provocation, as if a superior being were casting a glance of contempt and pity at barking ants. This only made Qing Shan and the others even more furious and more determined to eliminate him.

Just as tension reached a boiling point, Ye Fan opened his mouth. “Senior Brother Shen, I know you’ve always had a problem with me. If there’s something on your mind, just come at me directly. But no matter what, the Elders are our seniors. Respecting one’s teachers and Elders is part of our sect rules and etiquette. Your attitude will only damage your reputation further. So I sincerely ask you—apologize to the Elders. After all, we are fellow disciples.”

As soon as these words fell, the Elders and inner sect disciples all nodded in unison. Look at that—he truly lived up to being the Child of Destiny, the genius cultivated by the entire sect. So humble, gentle like jade, always making people feel calm and refreshed in his presence.

But in Ye Fan’s heart, a sneer had already formed. Shen Lian, go on and rage. This is your final madness. The Sect Master isn’t here today, and no one can save you. You’re doomed…

Boom—

Before the thought even finished, he felt a powerful palm strike wrapped in fierce wind rush directly at his vital point.

No time to think—Ye Fan hastily raised his Spiritual Energy to block it head-on.

“Pu—”

A deafening sound echoed, and Ye Fan immediately coughed up blood. The immense force blew him away and sent him crashing hard into a stone wall.

“Fan’er!”

“Junior Brother Ye!”

Everyone in the hall cried out in shock at the sight.

Before they could react further, Shen Lian’s wild and arrogant voice rang out, slow and clear: “Since when did I, Shen Lian, fall so low that a worthless piece of trash like you could lecture me? Did I allow you to speak?”

Only now did Elder Qing Lan come to his senses. The one who had attacked was none other than Shen Lian, who was standing in the center of the Law Enforcement Hall, supposedly awaiting trial.

“His cultivation… it’s returned? But just two days ago, he was a cripple! How could this be…”

He was utterly shocked. Shen Lian’s attack had come without warning, and it had been too fast to react to. To injure Ye Fan in one strike… he had to be at the Spirit Transformation Realm!

“Pu—”

Ye Fan clutched his chest, vomiting blood again. Struggling to rise from the wall, he staggered forward a few steps.

Thud—

The next moment, he dropped to one knee. Cold sweat poured down his body, soaking through his clothes.

“What immense palm force… What kind of technique was that? Why have I never seen it before?”

“Didn’t Senior Sister tell me that Shen Lian had already passed down all his cultivation techniques to me? Why… why have I never seen this palm technique before…”

Just then, the sound of cracking stone echoed.

The wall Ye Fan had been slammed into was now covered in spreading cracks like a spiderweb.

Crash—

The entire wall collapsed in the next instant.

Everyone was stunned by what they saw. Their gazes toward Shen Lian now carried a hint of dread.

But Shen Lian frowned—he was dissatisfied with the power of that strike.

If it had been during his peak in a previous life, this move, Wrath Stirring the Clouds, could’ve obliterated a thousand Ye Fans with just one percent of its power.

Unfortunately, his current cultivation still wasn’t enough. Even using 60% of his strength just now hadn’t burst Ye Fan’s body outright, despite them both being at the 8th stage Spirit Transformation Realm.

Having once stood at the summit of martial arts, Shen Lian now had zero respect for this mere level of power.

“Fan’er, are you alright? Please be okay!” Elder Qing Shuang was the first to rush up to support Ye Fan, her face full of concern.

But Ye Fan, having taken the brunt of Shen Lian’s palm, had blocked meridians throughout his Eight Extraordinary Meridians and suffered severe damage to his Five Viscera and Six Bowels. He was in such agony he couldn’t even utter a word.

Seeing this, Qing Shuang trembled with rage and screamed at Shen Lian, “You little beast! How dare you try to kill Fan’er?! I’ll make you pay with your life!”

“That’s more like it.” Shen Lian’s voice was icy and carried a trace of madness. “Better to show your true villainous face than pretend to care. Since you’ve already decided to kill me, why bother with this fake civility? There’s just one thing I really want to know…”

He paused, his cold gaze sweeping across the entire hall as he pointed around.

All the disciples were instantly overwhelmed by his oppressive aura and stepped back subconsciously.

“Which one of you… can kill me, Shen Lian?”

Arrogant tone. Insane expression. Eyes that looked down on all life.

Every word struck the nerves of everyone present.

Elder Qing Shuang gritted her teeth, slowly drawing her sword and pointing it at him. “Shen Lian, do you really think I won’t kill you? No one can save you today!”

“Calm down!” Elder Qing Lan quickly spoke to stop her. He could see that Shen Lian’s state today was entirely different—so wild and maddening it was suffocating. Before understanding his true cultivation, he didn’t dare act rashly.

“Shen Lian, you’ve committed a grave offense today. You harmed your fellow disciple and disrupted the Law Enforcement Hall’s order. Even if the Sect Master were here, you wouldn’t escape punishment. If you still care about your bond with the sect, then surrender peacefully. Think about your seven Senior Sisters—if they saw you like this, their hearts would break.”

“Hahahahaha—”

Shen Lian’s maniacal laughter rang through the hall, shaking eardrums.

“Bond with the sect? What a hypocritical excuse. You really think saying that will make me feel guilty?”

“Too bad. That so-called bond was destroyed long ago, eroded by your repeated betrayals.”

“Standing before me now are not my fellow disciples, but mortal enemies.”

“Let the world witness whether the Law Enforcement Hall truly has the power to condemn me, Shen Lian!”

Elder Qing Lan’s expression froze.

Had he really gone mad? Not even the mention of his beloved Senior Sisters could restrain him?

“You little beast! You’re seeking death!” Qing Shuang could no longer endure it. She couldn’t stand Shen Lian’s arrogant posture and lunged with her sword.

“You should’ve died long ago! If Shen Yunchu hadn’t protected you all these years, you’d have vanished from this world a century ago! Today, I’ll use your blood to cleanse the injustices Fan’er has suffered because of you! Die!”

She attacked with a chain of lethal moves aimed directly at Shen Lian’s vital points—completely without mercy.

“The Thirteen Forms of the Heavenly Feather Sect? Good!”

Shen Lian showed no fear. On the contrary, seeing her strike only ignited his fighting spirit.

He raised one hand and shifted from palm to claw.

The moment Qing Shuang closed in, he sidestepped her killing move and countered with a lightning-fast claw that embedded itself in her arm.

“Ah—!”

Qing Shuang screamed in agony. Her face contorted grotesquely like a furious ghost.

“This is your so-called confidence to kill me? A useless thing like you dares judge me? Who gave you that right?!”

Shen Lian’s cold eyes narrowed, and with a twist of his body—

Crack—

“Ah—!”

A loud snap echoed. Qing Shuang’s arm was completely destroyed.

She let out a wail so piercing it seemed to regret her very birth.

“Stop! Shen Lian! I order you—stop now! Do you hear me? She’s your Martial Aunt!”

Elder Qing Lan shouted in panic, trying to stop him.

“Stop? If it were you, would you show mercy to your enemy? Since the grudge is already set, why waste words? Anyone who stands against me, Shen Lian, must be eliminated!”

With that, Shen Lian surged with energy and violently tore.

Qing Shuang’s sword arm was ripped clean off.

“No! My arm! My arm!” Qing Shuang shrieked, unable to accept what had happened as she charged at him in despair.

But in a flash, her own sword was now in Shen Lian’s hand, coldly pressed to her throat.

“Shen Lian, don’t do this!”

“Shen Lian, let your Martial Aunt go! No matter what, she’s still your elder!”

The other Elders shouted in terror, trying to stop him.

“You’ve always wanted me to become a heartless madman so you could eliminate me without guilt, haven’t you? Well, now your wish has come true!”

With no hesitation, Shen Lian slashed her throat with the blade.

A fountain of blood erupted, hissing as it hit the floor.

Qing Shuang clutched her neck in disbelief and collapsed in the center of the Law Enforcement Hall.

“No! Qing Shuang!” Qing Lan, Qing Shan, and Qing Yun all screamed in disbelief.

“Now you can kill me—this so-called devil who murdered a sect member—with no regrets.”

“If you have the skill, then take my life! Come on! Give me a good fight! Don’t you dare hold back—come at me together!”

Madness in his eyes, arrogance on his face, bloodlust burning in his gaze.

Everyone was left in disbelief.

How had Shen Lian—who just yesterday was submissive and timid, bullied by all—become this terrifying monster in the blink of an eye?