“H-how could you do this… hundreds of years of planning…”

“Oh hey there old fart, do you like what I did with the place? Give me a moment, I just need a little sip.”

Wang Long was holding a person’s head in his hand while staring deep into their eyes. The person was motionless and by the robe, he was wearing it was clear that he was of high status.

A ray of dark purple light escaped from Wang Long’s eyes and entered the man’s eye sockets. His body started convulsing and spasming in random directions as the dark light took over it. In a matter of seconds, his body turned into a dried-up husk that quickly dropped down to the ground next to other similar husks that were once powerful cultivators.

The dark light that escaped Wang Long’s eyes soon returned to its master. It entered back through his mouth and revitalized his body increasing his cultivation by a small fraction in the process.

“Ah, I should have gone with the demonic cultivation a long time ago, do you know how much easier it is to cultivate with it? Just a little suck and I improve, no more pesky meditation for this guy!”

Wang Long chuckled while looking at Wang Xuan, the current Soaring Dragon Patriarch. The old man’s face was pale as he looked around. Above him was a giant black dragon whose wings were glowing in dark purple light. Even now he could feel his own nascent soul being drawn to these wings as his grandson’s soul beast was clearly absorbing the souls of everyone in the vicinity.

“Why Long’er… why would you destroy the Sect that brought you up? We were meant to be the new Emperors!”

Wang Long stuck a finger into his nose as the old man continued to talk but it didn’t seem that he cared much.

“That old questline? I never liked it in the first place, I didn't think it would have worked anyway, I was always better at playing solo.”

Wang Long laughed while looking at the large number of points he had gathered through this short period of time. After the Patriarch left the sect he had decided to get rid of his faction. There were no rules against killing your own people for points and points is what he needed.

There was not much to it, he was a trusted sect member feared by all. His plan consisted of having the strongest elders visit his peak one by one till almost all of them were dead. Before they could figure out that he was killing them it was already too late.

The sect reserves, the council of old elders was also there. It was composed of the oldest nascent soul elders that had retired from the sect life. They were there to only act as a last resort as their life energy was slowly fading.

Luckily for Wang Long, they were put in an induced slumber to keep them alive for long. They would only be awoken to perform battle tasks that required a large powerful force before returning back into the underground below the sect grounds.

With some secret techniques that the Patriarch had given him, he was able to operate the grand formation. This formation was also responsible for awakening these old monsters and also keeping them hidden away.

The large chamber where they slumbered was something that was shown to him by the current Patriarch, Wang Xuan. This show of faith would be this Sect’s undoing as the only people that had a reasonable chance to take him out, would not even get a chance to fight.

When the deed was done and almost all of the powerful elders were taken out, he continued with phase two of his plan. He ordered everyone to return to the sect at once, with the help of the formation he would be able to trap them here, and with his newfound strength that he gained from killing so many monstrous cultivators he could not be stopped.

The points that he had received were spent to gain some new and improved immortal grade abilities. He threw away his old method that was similar to his enemies. After seeing Zhang Dong absorb his lightning he knew that it would be an uphill battle anytime they met.

Instead, he decided to go with one of the demonic techniques. The one he chose was the Abyssal Devouring Scripture. It allowed him to feed on people’s souls and Qi to make them his own. With every devoured soul his soul beast would increase in size and his cultivation would be pushed towards a new point.

After going through his whole sect he was already on equal footing with the strongest cultivators that this empire had to offer. This didn’t mean that he was going to stop, there were more people living here, he could still get much stronger before fighting his opponent.

“Questline? What are you talking about… Tong was right about you… I should have never trusted you.”

“Blah blah, you just figured that out, old man? I have to thank you though, if you never left the sect I would have probably never been able to go through this plan so easily, thanks for giving me the keys to the formation, it came in handy.”

The old Soaring Dragon Patriarch looked around himself and could see thousands of bodies on the ground. All of them were dried-up corpses of his fellow sect members. Women, children the elderly, no one was spared from Wang Long’s demonic technique.

“You damn monster! I will not show any mercy to a foul wretch like you, as long as I live the Soaring Dragon Sect can recover!”

His cultivation exploded causing the ground to rumble and split apart. Wang Xuan’s cultivation peak was at the great circle of the nascent soul. He along with the Azure Emperor and the Patriarch from the Heavenly Crane sect were believed to be the top three cultivators of this empire. Even when going against Wang Long he didn’t show fear as he still believed to be stronger.

“Haha, not so fast old man, do you really think that I wouldn’t come prepared for you?”

Wang Long had learned from the previous encounter that there was strength in traps. While his new cultivation level was strong he was not that eager to test it out against an opponent as strong as this Soaring Dragon Sect leader.

The spot that he had lured him over was something that he prepared beforehand. With so many points that he gained, he had a myriad of choices that he could pick from. Most of his spirit points were burned through into his own main cultivation level.

The system had a bad ratio if a person wanted to go with that path but it was not impossible. Wang Long was not someone that worried about life so from his perspective he could always grind for some more spirit points and ignore regular cultivation altogether.

“Activate, abyssal prison!”

Wang Long pointed at the ground and before Wang Xuan could power up fully he was tossed into a strange demonic dimension. The whole area around him went dark and shackles made of dark purple energy started appearing from all directions.

“Where did you learn this? Did you partake in some demonic teachings?”

Wang Xuan let his cultivation explode in an attempt to force these shackles made of demonic energy away. Behind him a dragon made of pure gold appeared, its size even larger than the soul beast that Wang Long was controlling.

The soul beast gave out a large roar which was followed by an explosion of golden heavenly light. This energy blast causes the shackles to burst into tiny particles of dark light.

“Hah, do you think that this was all?”

Wang Long’s voice echoed through this dark dimension that Wang Xuan was trapped in. The shackles made of demonic energy continued to come at him from all sides.

The shackles had various tips, some were in the shape of sickles, while others looked like rusted over nails. The golden dragon continued to radiate the heavenly light but with time the sharp shackles started connecting with its scales. The nails rammed themselves into the beast’s flesh while others wrapped themselves around its appendages.

Quickly Wang Xuan felt strength leaving him, he realized too late that this strange dimension was sapping away at his vitality. Now with his soul beast shackled he was unable to exert more of his energy to getaway. He realized that if he noticed sooner and just prioritized escaping there would be a chance but now it was too late.

“Wang Long!”

He called out in anger as he flew towards where his grandson’s figure flashed. A giant spear in his hand appeared while his whole body was surrounded by a golden glow.

“What are you looking at? I’m over here.”

The spear connected with something and the darkness subsided. What it was embedded in was a leftover steel statue of one of the older Patriarch’s. Just as it was split apart he felt something grab his shoulder from behind.

This was followed by all of his strength leaving him as Wang Long activated his energy absorbing technique that he had bought from the System Store.

The old man’s dried-up husk slowly fell to the ground. Along with it came the statue under which he was buried. The last thing that he saw before his death were the vacant eyes of his grandson that he had fostered to this day.

This signaled the end of the Soaring Dragon Sect, its Patriarch slain by his own kin. There were still a few leftover members in the further regions of the empire that were not able to return but their base of power was in ruin.

Wang Long floated over the landscape slowly while taking in the sights. All of the peaks were in ruins and there were no people left alive to tell the tale. The plan to take over the Empire was over and it died along with Wang Xuan.

“Hm, that went better than I expected, what should I do now…”

The grand formation that was shrouding the whole sect came undone and revealed the destruction within. He knew that in time people would realize what he did but would probably not be able to point fingers at him.

“This sect is done but there is still more…”

With a little nod and soon his body vanished from this silent battlefield. The massive dragon that was hovering above ground was nowhere to be seen and nothing but death and destruction was left.

Soon the news of the behemoth of a sect vanishing in just a few days would reach the ears of every important party around the empire...