Chapter 71 - 72: By the Clan Head’s Command, the Ashen Thorn Sect Shall Be Erased Today!

Chapter 71: Chapter 72: By the Clan Head’s Command, the Ashen Thorn Sect Shall Be Erased Today!

Among the crowd, however, three Ashen Thorn Sect disciples reacted differently from everyone else.

They stood together, deep in thought.

"Adrian Mercer? That name sounds familiar..."

"I feel like I’ve heard it somewhere too."

"Wait! I remember now! Do you two recall that Aldercrest Order disciple Senior Brother Dorian knocked off a cliff some time ago?"

The two disciples beside him froze. Then their faces showed sudden realization.

Some time ago, the three of them had accompanied Dorian Beck to the Ferocious Beast Mountains to complete a sect mission.

When they arrived, they happened to spot four disciples wearing the Aldercrest Order’s uniforms.

They had come to complete their mission and wanted to avoid unnecessary trouble. At first, they planned to take another route and leave the group alone.

However, Dorian noticed that the four Aldercrest Order disciples looked exhausted and disheveled. They had clearly just fought a fierce battle.

Rather than leave, he led the group closer and watched them from the shadows.

They soon spotted the corpse of a Ferocious Beast beside the Aldercrest Order disciples. They also noticed that the group possessed a High-Grade Spirit Herb called Qingling Grass.

Dorian immediately decided to ambush them and seize the herb.

The result was a one-sided fight. Three Aldercrest Order disciples died, while the fourth managed to escape.

The surviving disciple was chased to the edge of a cliff.

Dorian personally struck him with a punch, shattering his Dantian and sending him tumbling over the edge.

During the fight, they had learned the disciple’s name.

Adrian Mercer!

The three disciples exchanged stunned looks.

They had never imagined that the young man Dorian had knocked off the cliff was still alive!

Back then, they had even taken the time to inspect the cliff. It was several hundred meters high.

Anyone falling from that height would be in serious danger. Even a cultivator at the Heavenly Origin Realm might struggle to escape without injury.

And Adrian had suffered a shattered Dantian before the fall!

How on earth had he survived?

The three looked at one another, unable to make sense of it.

Meanwhile, somewhere in the crowd, a young man dressed in gray was sweating profusely.

His entire body trembled.

"Adrian Mercer? Why isn’t that brat dead yet?!"

Dorian Beck had never imagined that the young man he had casually knocked off the cliff would survive.

Even worse, the Mercer Family behind him had sent the renowned Swordmaster Eamon Strake to the Ashen Thorn Sect to demand justice!

Dorian’s legs shook uncontrollably.

He had never expected that his powerful sect might be destroyed because of one careless act of his.

In a panic, he looked around.

His gaze happened to meet the eyes of the three disciples who had been discussing the incident.

Dorian’s heart sank.

A terrible premonition washed over him.

Sure enough, the next moment, the three disciples spoke up one after another.

"Reporting to Senior Eamon! I have someone to report!"

"I also wish to report! The person who crippled Adrian Mercer’s Dantian was Dorian Beck!"

"That’s right! The three of us witnessed it ourselves. Dorian was the one who struck him!"

The three knew that exposing Dorian might also reveal their own involvement in the attack on Adrian.

But compared with the consequences of keeping silent and concealing the truth, speaking up gave them a much better chance of survival.

As their accusations rang out, the tension among the crowd eased.

Everyone had feared that if they failed to identify the culprit, Eamon would treat the entire sect as accomplices and kill them all.

Fortunately, someone had finally come forward.

Many disciples looked at the three with grateful expressions.

Then their gazes shifted toward Dorian, turning hostile.

So this was all your fault!

You crippled Adrian’s Dantian back then. Why didn’t you make sure he was dead?

If you had finished the job and left no loose ends, the Mercer Family would never have come after the Ashen Thorn Sect!

The angry gazes of the disciples felt like countless blades stabbing into Dorian.

He was overwhelmed by fear. His legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground.

Ignoring the pain in his body, Dorian hurriedly raised his head and looked at Eamon.

With all the strength he could muster, he began revealing that the three disciples who had reported him had also accompanied him on the hunt for Adrian.

Things had reached this point.

Dorian knew that his chances of surviving were almost nonexistent.

If he was going to die anyway, why should those three escape punishment?

At least they could accompany him on the road to the Yellow Springs!

More than anything, resentment burned inside him.

They had all hunted Adrian together. Why should the three of them get to live while he alone faced death?

Driven by that resentment, Dorian grew more frantic as he spoke. He began exposing every dirty deed the three had committed.

The three disciples were stunned.

They had never expected Dorian to go this far.

Then fear struck them.

Why couldn’t he simply accept his fate? Why drag them down with him?

The three cursed him inwardly.

To protect themselves and improve their chances of survival, they immediately began revealing Dorian’s past crimes as well. They threw accusations at him and exposed every disgraceful thing they could remember.

In an instant, the scene descended into chaos.

The air filled with furious shouting, accusations, and filthy curses.

Eamon listened to both sides and gradually pieced together what had happened.

Considering how protective Julian was of his family, Eamon already knew what he had to do.

None of these four could be allowed to escape punishment.

He calmly returned his sword to its sheath.

Then he pushed off the ground and flew away from the ruins of the Main Hall, landing directly among the crowd.

He released his Divine Sense, sweeping across the area and locking onto Dorian and the three disciples.

Eamon raised his left hand and joined two fingers together, forming a sword seal.

Origin Energy gathered at his fingertips.

In the next instant, four tiny arrows of energy shot out like lightning!

Swish! Swish! Swish!

All four men cried out in pain.

Their bodies curled up like helpless prawns as they collapsed to the ground.

Eamon nodded slightly.

The main task assigned by the Clan Head was now more or less complete.

After a brief pause, he looked around at the remaining Ashen Thorn Sect disciples.

They were pale with fear. Many trembled so badly that they could barely stand.

Eamon’s cold voice rang out.

"By order of the Clan Head, the Ashen Thorn Sect shall be eradicated today!"

"You have the time it takes one incense stick to leave. Anyone still here when it burns out will not be allowed to leave alive!"