The **Azure Valley Sect** was in chaos. The air was thick with the smell of blood and fear as the once proud and powerful sect crumbled beneath the weight of Liang Zhen's fury. One by one, the **elders** and disciples fell to the ground, their bodies broken and their blood staining the earth beneath them. It was a massacre, and Liang Zhen was the executioner, moving with ruthless precision, his blind eyes not once betraying the violence unfolding around him.
The once-mighty sect that had boasted of its strength and influence now lay in ruin, its leaders and disciples lying lifeless or writhing in agony. It was as though the very essence of their pride had been wiped from existence.
As the slaughter continued, the two girls—**Lian Hua** and **Zhen Yue**—watched from the shadows, their hearts heavy with dread and sorrow. They had never imagined that the man they once cared for, the man they had searched for through thick and thin, would become the embodiment of such destruction. The man they had loved and sought had vanished, replaced by a cold, merciless killer.
Amid the chaos, as the last of the sect's disciples fell to the ground, a voice broke through the silence. It was **Zhen Yue**, her voice trembling as she called out to Liang Zhen. "Liang Zhen! Please, stop! Don't kill them all! Please, leave this place!"
The words rang in the air, but they seemed to have no effect. Liang Zhen continued his merciless advance, cutting down the remaining disciples without a second glance. But then, something changed. He stopped. For a moment, he simply stood still, as though contemplating something far beyond their understanding.
Lian Hua, who had been silent until now, stepped forward hesitantly, her voice cracking as she called out, "Liang Zhen... please... we beg you, leave the sect. Don't do this. It's not too late. Stop now, and we can leave together. Please."
But Liang Zhen didn't speak. He didn't move. The only sound was the distant howling of the wind as it swept through the now-silent courtyard. The two girls stood frozen, their hearts pounding in their chests, their pleas hanging in the air like a fragile thread.
Then, finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Liang Zhen's voice broke the silence. His words were cold, distant, and devoid of any trace of the man they once knew.
"I have moved on. Who are you to stop me?" His tone was flat, emotionless, as though they were nothing more than a fleeting nuisance in his path.
The words struck like a knife to their hearts. Lian Hua's face turned pale, her breath catching in her throat. Zhen Yue's hands trembled as she took a step back, the weight of his words settling over her like a suffocating fog.
"I... I am your fiancée," Lian Hua whispered, her voice barely audible. "We... we were once close. I... I still care about you, even now."
Liang Zhen's expression remained unchanged. He seemed to consider her words for a moment, before speaking again, his voice tinged with a cruel indifference.
"I had already signed the dissolution of that engagement. We have no connection, not to you or anyone else. But because of your compassion for me, I will spare this group of ants. They are beneath me. Do not think that I owe you anything." His words were venomous, each syllable laced with bitterness, a reflection of the darkness that had consumed him.
The two girls stood in stunned silence, their hearts shattering with each word he spoke. They had come here to stop him, to save him, to bring him back. But now, they saw that the man before them was a stranger, someone who no longer cared for their pleas or their love.
"We never... we never sympathized with you like that," Zhen Yue whispered, her voice trembling with hurt. "We were trying to help you... to save you."
Liang Zhen's eyes, though blind, seemed to lock onto them with an icy intensity. For the briefest of moments, his cold expression softened, but then something darker stirred within him. A terrifying killing aura surged from his body, enveloping the entire sect, drowning everything in its oppressive presence.
The two girls froze, their bodies trembling as they felt the overwhelming pressure of that aura. It was unlike anything they had ever encountered. It was not human. It was not even monstrous. It was an inhuman force, a manifestation of death itself. The sect leader, the elders, even the students—none of them could withstand this presence. The very air seemed to freeze, their hearts pounding in their chests, their limbs frozen in terror.
What had he faced to possess such an aura? What had he become to bring forth such a killing intent? They could not even comprehend the answer, and for the first time, fear coursed through their veins, not just for their own lives, but for what Liang Zhen had become.
In the blink of an eye, the terrifying pressure vanished, as quickly as it had come. Liang Zhen was gone, disappearing without a word, his figure swallowed by the distance.
Zhen Yue and Lian Hua stood in stunned silence, the destruction around them a stark reminder of the monster they had unknowingly pushed away.
A bitter regret gnawed at them—the knowledge that the person they had once known was no longer the same. As the dust settled and the echoes of battle faded into the silence, they realized that they had lost the one person who had once meant something to them, even if they had failed to recognize it until now.
A single, sincere smile had once shone through his cold exterior—a smile they would never see again.