The Lustful Young Master starting with Holy Maiden.-Chapter 57: Mercy? Never heard of it.

Seeing the scene, the elders from the Grand Lotus Sect began to sweat on their foreheads, their once-arrogant expressions collapsing like crumbling twin towers of land, across ten seas.

Dhup! Dup!

Dhup! Dup!

Their eyes widened, hearts galloping with dread, the rhythm of fear drumming louder than any battlefield.

Their Sect Master was dead just like that, and even the artifact was now in Zhao’s hand, that’s why it’s always recommended to check the depth of water before jumping in.

One by one, without a word, they turned into beams of trembling light, streaking across the sky like desperate fireflies fleeing a forest ablaze, abandoning their previous arrogant pride in the face of unspeakable calamity.

Mind must use one, unless he wants to be Once.

But Young Master had no mercy to grant, once you crossed paths with Young Master Zhao, your destiny shall end in blood.

The sky cracked not with thunder, but with an ancient groan, like the groaning of a gate that should never open.

From the void, a demonic gate emerged, vast and eternal, glowing with ancient qi and runes. Those runes alone breaking the space and blurring the reality.

Those moved like living things covered in, weeping black mist and echoing the murmurs of those long-buried without names...

"Save me!"

"Save me!"

"Save me!" the scream echoed of long-dead ones, that have died to this demonic gate.

The twin door of the demonic gate opened with a cold greyish smoke expanding towards the surroundings and from within, the face of a Demonic Buddha descended to the mortal land.

It was a colossal avatar whose twisted serenity chilled the bones, crowned with two curved horns like crescent blades as demons and eyes sharper than immortal blade.

As the Buddha opened its mouth, a slithering tongue burst forth, a serpent-like monstrosity, lacquered in demonic slime, its movements so swift they mocked the concept of speed itself, moving faster than light.

With one lash, it extended across the sky and, before the elder could even form a single word of protest, coiled around his fleeing light like a divine chain.

He was swallowed whole, without scream or struggle, as though the world itself erased his existence.

The only thing that remained behind was a single, glistening droplet of his blood essence, hovering mid-air like a tear shed by fate.

A heartbeat later, that blood boiled into light.

Innocent? Sorry, but truth be revealed, even the pure Vermillion Bird, the symbol of peace and justice, has blood on its wings. Let alone humans.

There is no innocent, no guilty, merely a person walking in the path of Dao and stepping stones.

..

Meanwhile, the third eye of Buddha opened, and a Soul-Spirit Pill, glowing with the cruel perfection dropped as tear.

The soul-spirit pull was refined from the soul of the dead elder.

Zhao Fan’s gaze turned crimson, his lips moved ever so slightly, his fingers twitching like the brush of a calligrapher scripting death into the air.

The space blurred and in the next instant, Elder Ding found himself standing before Zhao Fan, his knees weak, the soles of his feet slipping against the obsidian stone.

His breath caught up in his throat, his chest tightened, and sweat poured like melting frost from every pore. His eyes darted, his soul quivered, and his mouth, once full of mockery, now stuttered in mute horror. "M-Mercy..."

Mercy? What is mercy? Who is mercy and where is mercy?

Only the profound sages and all mighty scholars know a thing or two about mercy.

..

His robes, soaked and clinging to his skin, betrayed the tremble of every muscle in his body.

A cruel smirk appeared on Zhao Fan’s face as he merely turned the elder into a woman, and broke his Dao heart.

"Once you gather the essence of 100 men, you shall turn back into a man and recover your cultivation base, lest, you wanna die as a mortal woman," Saying that, Young Master Zhao focused on other elders.

As for whether Elder Ding will be saved or not, it’s merely a lie, no matter how many many essences he gathers, he shall not live past 3 months.

Woosh~

Woosh~

One by one, each elder died... Not to mention, strange blood rain occurred in the Grand Lotus sect, and everyone from the sect died, be it disciples, servants, elders, or ancestors.

They died horribly like a flower withering from lack of sun and water.

* * *

Meanwhile,

Somewhere,

"Great ancestor both methods failed... This Zhao Fan is a celestial cockroach, neither Zhao Yung nor the Grand Lotus sect managed to cause any harm to Zhao Fan," A young woman donned in a floral cheongsam of black and white uttered.

"Sigh... Those trashes, even with treasure that can suppress the peak of Holy Emperor realm powerhouse, they couldn’t do anything," An old man donned in a black robe uttered.

His cultivation base was merely the fifth stage of the nihility realm but his talent when it comes to making talismans and artifacts is vast.

( high utility, less strength )

He has managed to break through and is capable of making the Emperor-grade artifact, someone who should be well known yet he is staying hidden.

Just 2 years ago, Zhao Fan had wiped out their family, leaving only the old man himself and his great, great granddaughter-in-law who is now a window with a cursed womb.

A child was born with divine boon, carrying supreme Dao bones and heavenly pupils but alas, fate is cruel as they were attacked by Zhao Fan.

The family that was meant to shine was bombarded and erased from the land.

The hatred of an ancestor losing his kin and a mother losing her child was immense.

"Ancestor... I have recently contacted the Bai Family from the capital, they still have an ancestor of the Divine Emperor realm powerhouse in mundane cultivation... They said, as long as our Ji family serves them for 10 years, and I... I warm the bed of their Young Master named Bai Long, they have promised to get vengeance for us," The woman uttered clutching the hem.

"Sigh... It’s pointless, the Bai Family and Zhao Family are good friends, and it’s clear they will never go against the Zhao family, they just want to toy with us, the only family against the Zhao Family is the Han family, the young master of Han family once touched the maid of Zhao Fan, and that maid wiped his soul... The hatred is still in the Han family it’s just they can’t do anything," The Old man replied knowing the politics of these big families.

"The only way is by siding with the prince, the emperor has 192 wives and concubines, and many kids, however, 32 princes are actively trying to get the throne, the politics of these princes are very bad as once you side with one of them, you are enemy of other 31, I heard Zhao Fan is close to a prince and supports him, we need play the ploy game and side with 31 princes but from the shadow, and manipulate them to make move against Zhao Fan, after all, Zhao Fan is the mutual enemy," The Elder smirked sinisterly.

As for why Zhao Fan supports a certain prince, it must be related to prince’s mother.

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