The Whole Sect Forced Me to Die, So I Went Berserk and Killed Them All - Chapter 6:

Chapter 6: Driven to Kill

The cold wind howled. Killing intent filled the air.

The thick scent of blood stirred every disciple’s senses.

Crack—

Elder Qing Lan’s face turned ashen as he stared at Shen Lian with a grim expression.

“All disciples, hear my command! Shen Lian has defied his Elders and fallen into demonic ways, murdering his fellow disciples. Regardless of inner or outer sect status, all members of the Heavenly Feather Sect must not hesitate!”

He raised his hand abruptly and pointed straight at Shen Lian, who stood cold as frost.

“Execute Shen Lian!”

“Kill!”

As his order fell, all the disciples in the Law Enforcement Hall raised their weapons and charged madly toward Shen Lian.

“You think this is enough to kill me? Ridiculous!”

Shen Lian showed no fear. On the contrary, it ignited an endless fighting spirit within him.

Through countless life-and-death situations across ninety-nine lifetimes, Shen Lian’s greatest strength was never any system—it was his defiance against fate, his unyielding pride, and his scorn for all beneath him.

With a flash of his sword, the throat of the leading inner sect disciple was pierced on the spot.

The momentum didn’t stop. With a quick spin, a sharp arc of sword qi slashed through the air, instantly cutting down six more inner sect disciples.

“That looks like our sect’s Thirteen Forms of the Heavenly Feather Sect… but why are his movements completely different from what we’ve practiced? And the power—it’s far greater!”

Elder Qing Lan was stunned at the sight of Shen Lian’s strikes.

Same technique, but entirely different intent. The sheer killing force it unleashed shattered their understanding.

Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!

Another wave of blood mist burst forth. Over twenty disciples fell under Shen Lian’s sword in the blink of an eye.

“Is that all? Weren’t you going to kill me? Why are your methods so weak?”

With each sweep of his sword, thirty more disciples were annihilated, their bones scattered, flesh torn.

Shen Lian’s face was icy and merciless, his eyes burning with hatred.

Every slash of his sword took a life. Every burst of sword qi stirred blood into the air.

His ruthless blade mercilessly harvested these hypocrites who once called him brother.

No one could approach within five steps of him. No one survived a single exchange.

And yet, the more he killed, the more violent the aura within Shen Lian grew—it didn’t dissipate, it only boiled higher with every drop of blood.

“Trash is still trash. Not a single one of you shows any resolve in the face of death.”

“If none of you can stop my path forward, then go reincarnate in the underworld!”

His sword danced wildly as his figure leapt into the air, becoming like rain and wind in the void.

In one breath, another hundred disciples fell, their defensive force shattered, dying on the spot.

“He’s… too powerful…”

Elders Qing Lan, Qing Yun, and Qing Shan stood frozen, unable to speak at the horrific scene.

Even Ye Fan, watching from the shadows, felt a bone-deep chill seeing Shen Lian slaughter like a god of death.

“Senior Brother… please… don’t kill me… I beg you…”

A female disciple, having seen her group of twelve wiped out in seconds, collapsed on the ground, tossed her sword aside, and begged in terror under Shen Lian’s gaze.

“Senior Brother? I haven’t heard that ridiculous title in a long time.”

He sneered, “But it’s too late to remember it now. Around me, there’s no such thing as late-bloomed affection. Anyone who offends Shen Lian—dies.”

His sword flashed.

She was split in half, reduced to a pool of crimson flesh.

By now, the ground beneath Shen Lian’s feet was covered with corpses. A rough count—over 800 inner sect disciples had died by his hand.

“Qing Yun! Qing Shan! Attack!”

Elder Qing Lan could no longer stay put. The death of 800 inner sect disciples had nearly crippled the sect.

Unlike outer sect members, every inner sect disciple was part of the sect’s core strength—the backbone allowing the Heavenly Feather Sect to survive on the Primordial Continent.

Though most weren’t prodigies, they were crucial to the sect’s future.

Shen Lian had single-handedly killed nearly one-third of them—something Qing Lan had never imagined.

He had to stop this madness now.

“Oh? You finally can’t sit still anymore? I thought your hearts were hard enough to watch them all die in front of you.”

Ding—

As his words fell, Shen Lian switched from offense to defense, his sword crossed before his chest.

Clang!

Qing Shan’s sword struck his blade precisely, sparks flying at the collision.

At the same time, Qing Yun’s sword swept in from the side.

Shen Lian deflected Qing Shan’s strike with a sweep, then sent a wave of sword qi in reverse, forcing his opponent back.

“Die!”

Suddenly, Elder Qing Lan seized the opening. With his full power, he unleashed Mountain-Cracking Palm, striking Shen Lian square in the chest.

His face twisted with savagery—he could already see Shen Lian coughing blood with shattered heart vessels.

But in the next second, something felt wrong.

His powerful strike landed… yet the force vanished like a stone into water. The Spiritual Energy behind the palm dissipated into nothing.

“This is… a force-dissolving technique…”

Qing Lan’s pupils shrank in disbelief.

But Shen Lian’s crimson eyes remained fixed on him with cold disdain.

“Impossible! I’m at the 9th stage Spirit Transformation Realm! You couldn’t possibly neutralize my full-power strike!”

“In my eyes, your so-called 9th stage Spirit Transformation is no different from 1st stage Body Tempering. Killing you is like slaughtering a dog!”

With a deep roar, Shen Lian slashed downward from the void.

Qing Lan panicked and withdrew just in time.

The sword tip missed his hand by less than half a centimeter—just narrowly avoiding being crippled.

“Shen Lian! Die!”

Qing Shan, seizing the moment while Shen Lian wasn’t looking, lunged with his sword toward Shen Lian’s back.

Boom—

But in the next instant, Shen Lian’s back erupted with a mighty surge of palm force that blasted through Qing Shan’s body before he could react.

“Pu—”

Qing Shan coughed up blood. His sword, just inches from Shen Lian’s back, dropped to the ground powerlessly.

Qing Yun saw this and turned pale.

Qing Shan’s chest had collapsed inward, his back distorted from fractured ribs.

Blood streamed from his seven orifices—his Five Viscera and Six Bowels shattered. He died on the spot.

Qing Lan cried out in horror, “That was Mountain-Cracking Palm! You… you redirected the force with qi absorption and counterattacked?!”

“Surprised? Too bad… today’s surprises are just beginning.”

With that, Shen Lian reversed his grip and struck.

Qing Yun, still frozen in shock, didn’t even have time to react—his head flew into the air.

“You…”

“Now it’s your turn.”

Shen Lian grinned with a sinister smile and charged at Qing Lan.

“Shen Lian! You can’t kill me! If you do, you’ll—”

Slash—

A beam of sword light pierced through Qing Lan’s body, cutting him into thin ribbons before he could finish speaking.

Only his severed head remained, frozen with disbelief.

With all four Spirit Transformation Realm Elders dead, the remaining disciples completely lost their will to fight.

Terrified, they turned and fled from the Law Enforcement Hall in chaos.

But Shen Lian paid no attention to the scattering ants.

Carrying his sword on his back, he slowly walked toward Ye Fan…