The Whole Sect Forced Me to Die, So I Went Berserk and Killed Them All - Chapter 8:

Chapter 8: Battle! Battle! Battle!

Boom—

A deafening explosion erupted inside the Law Enforcement Hall, instantly filling the air with dust and causing the entire hall to tremble.

The intense energy that had surged forward vanished in an instant the moment Shen Lian used Ye Fan as a shield.

As the dust gradually settled, two extraordinary figures emerged before Shen Lian.

The Peak Master of Sword Heaven Peak, Yuwen Tianzhao.

The Peak Master of Scarlet Flame Peak, Dongfang Lie.

“1st stage Void Refining Realm? Now that’s exciting!”

Seeing who had arrived, Shen Lian showed no fear. On the contrary, his eyes burned with fighting spirit, turning fanatical.

“Let go,” Yuwen Tianzhao said coldly to Shen Lian, his tone sharp and absolute.

“Ah—”

Instead of loosening his grip, Shen Lian tightened his grasp on Ye Fan’s arm even more, causing Ye Fan to howl in pain.

Yuwen Tianzhao’s brows furrowed deeply, and the black sword on his back let out a faint hum.

Normally cold and composed, rarely showing emotion, his sword reacting meant he was now deeply agitated.

“You rebellious disciple! Didn’t you hear me tell you to let go?!” Dongfang Lie roared, fury surging. Seeing Ye Fan suffering made him want to tear Shen Lian apart on the spot.

“You two worthless fools, what makes you think you can speak to me like that?”

“Ah—”

Shen Lian tightened his grip again, and a clear cracking sound echoed. Ye Fan’s shoulder blade shattered, and his scream pierced the hall.

“Fan’er!” Dongfang Lie’s fiery temper flared, but even he revealed rare worry on his face.

Shing—

Yuwen Tianzhao unsheathed his Heaven-grade spiritual sword, his cold gaze fixed on Shen Lian.

They had rushed here the moment they received word from the disciples—Shen Lian had suddenly gone berserk in the Law Enforcement Hall, not only killing 800 inner sect disciples but also slaughtering four sect Elders.

At first, they doubted such a thing. After all, Shen Lian had always been known throughout the Heavenly Feather Sect as weak and easily bullied—especially after losing his cultivation.

Could he really go mad like that?

But the stench of blood that choked the air and the gruesome sight of dismembered limbs scattered across the hall left no room for disbelief.

There was no time to question why Shen Lian had changed so drastically. Their priority was rescuing Ye Fan.

After all, Ye Fan was the key to the Heavenly Feather Sect’s future rise.

Yuwen Tianzhao pointed his sword, “Shen Lian, I’ll give you one chance. Let Ye Fan go now, then surrender and submit to sect judgment. Otherwise…”

“Otherwise what?”

In an instant, Shen Lian released his inner force, and Ye Fan was crushed to his knees by an overwhelming pressure.

Yuwen Tianzhao and Dongfang Lie’s hearts sank. Their eyes revealed genuine unease as they stared at Shen Lian’s now rebellious and unfamiliar face.

“You arrogant fools think you’re qualified to judge me, Shen Lian?”

As his words fell, a powerful pressure swept forward. Both Yuwen Tianzhao and Dongfang Lie were forced half a step back.

“Why has his strength suddenly returned? And the pressure he’s emitting… how is it this overwhelming?”

“This is impossible… how did a disgrace like Shen Lian manage to rise again? Was he hiding his strength all along?”

Each man was lost in thought, too cautious to act.

Meanwhile, Shen Lian used the original body’s memories to analyze their cultivation techniques and realm.

“One at 2nd stage Void Refining Realm, the other at 3rd stage Void Refining Realm.”

“Yuwen Tianzhao specializes in the Eight Gate Golden Lock Sword.”

“Dongfang Lie specializes in the Silver Python Flame Devouring Palm.”

“To think I’d return only to be greeted by such thrilling combat… seems I woke up at the perfect time.”

“Then let your deaths today be the celebration of my rebirth!”

With that thought, a twisted smile crept across Shen Lian’s lips.

Dongfang Lie shouted, “Shen Lian, stop making things worse! Look around you—how many of your fellow disciples have died because of you? You’ve fallen into the demonic path!”

“Hahaha!”

Shen Lian answered only with mocking laughter filled with scorn and disdain.

“Spare me your pathetic, self-righteous face. Before you question me so righteously, did you ever stop to wonder how things got this far?”

“You accuse me of killing them—did you ask why? Of course not. You would never think to.”

“Because the trash kneeling in front of me is the one you idiots poured everything into cultivating. Anything involving him… somehow always becomes my fault.”

“No one ever bothers to investigate. Even with the facts right before your eyes, I’m still the one to blame.”

“But don’t get me wrong—I’m not saying this to prove anything or make you feel guilty.”

“I just want you to know exactly why you’re going to die. That, at least, is the final mercy I, Shen Lian, will grant you.”

The moment he finished, Shen Lian kicked Ye Fan across the room.

It was a vicious strike, charged with internal energy, and it exploded Ye Fan’s lower body.

“Ahhh—”

Ye Fan screamed, and mid-air, he passed out as the sound of something bursting echoed.

“Fan’er!” Dongfang Lie leapt forward to catch him, hurriedly checking his injuries, concern written all over his face.

“You die now!” Yuwen Tianzhao shouted at the same time, slashing out a sword strike aimed directly at Shen Lian’s vital point.

Boom—

Shen Lian flicked open his folding fan, spun swiftly, and activated his energy shield to block the lethal blow.

After the loud clash, Shen Lian remained standing tall in place.

He pointed at them and said, “Come. Show me whether the sword of Sword Heaven Peak’s Peak Master can really take my life.”

His tone was mocking, his demeanor proud and unyielding—completely unlike the pitiful image everyone once had of Shen Lian.

This stark contrast ignited Yuwen Tianzhao’s fury.

How could a disgrace to the sect dare speak to him this way?

He unleashed a barrage of swift sword strikes. Sword qi filled the Law Enforcement Hall, every clash ringing sharp and loud.

“Fan’er, how are you? Don’t scare me!” On the other side, Dongfang Lie, usually a hothead, showed rare gentleness. In front of Ye Fan, he looked more like a doting elder.

Seeing Ye Fan’s eyes rolled back and his face twitching, the old fool even started crying.

“Fan’er… I always treated you like my own son. If anything happens to you, what will I do?”

But before he could go on, Shen Lian’s sarcastic voice rang out again.

“You’d better inform the whole sect to prepare a funeral. If nothing goes wrong, your dear son and you, his stray father, can share the same coffin today. Saves everyone a lot of trouble, hahaha—”

“Shen! Lian!” Dongfang Lie roared, eyes bloodshot, his entire body flushed red.

“I’ll tear you limb from limb to avenge Fan’er!”

“Save your strength to cry at the funeral, old fool. Watching your touching father-son love scene is sickening.”

“Die!”

Dongfang Lie could no longer contain his rage. Flames of intense heat erupted from him as he joined Yuwen Tianzhao in attacking Shen Lian.

“Two versus one? Now we’re talking!”

Facing two cultivators at the Void Refining Realm, Shen Lian’s fighting spirit surged even higher.

It had been far too long since he felt the thrill of a real fight!