The Heavenly Dao Sect, a colossal and dominant force within the Great Departure Land, towered over all others, its might eclipsing even that of the venerated Sacred Land of Spiritual Void.
In comparison to the Heavenly Dao Sect, the Sacred Land of Spiritual Void seemed but a pale shadow. The latter boasted a multitude of over ten thousand disciples, a heritage stretching back a hundred thousand years, and held dominion over the sprawling Hundred Thousand Mountains, amassing a wealth of resources beyond count.
Yet the Heavenly Dao Sect surpassed it in every measure. With more than a hundred thousand disciples under its banner, a lineage that spanned a million years, it laid claim to countless secret realms, forging delicate threads of connection with the Immortal Realm and maintaining ties with other regions of the vast Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
Such was the foundation of their arrogance, the reason why the disciples of the Heavenly Dao Sect swaggered through the land with an overbearing air.
For within the bounds of the Great Departure Land, they reigned supreme, a title they wore with a sense of entitlement, rightfully claiming the mantle of the most powerful force.
Never had it crossed the minds of these haughty disciples that a day would come when they would be the ones on the receiving end of humiliation, besieged at their very own mountain gate.
After all, they were accustomed to meting out such treatment to others, their actions unrestrained by conscience or consequence.
When Tyrone Zhou, bearing the immortal weapon, the Emperor's Pen, set foot upon the mountain gate of the Heavenly Dao Sect, the seething hatred within his eyes could no longer be contained, spilling over like a torrent.
The enmity for his parents, brutally slain!
The vendetta for his family, torn asunder!
His beloved younger siblings, snatched away!
His childhood sweetheart, violated!
All that he held dear in this life had been wantonly destroyed by the hands of the Heavenly Dao Sect.
Tyrone Zhou had often been consumed by a dark longing, wishing he could plunge into the abyss of the demonic path, harness its fell power, and raze the Heavenly Dao Sect to the ground.
Fortunately, the Heaven and Earth Bank had bestowed upon him this glimmer of hope, this chance for vengeance. Without it, tormented as he was day and night by the specter of his losses, he surely would have succumbed to madness long ago.
"Today, Tyrone Zhou has come to exact a blood debt that cries out to the heavens!" His eyes aflame with a blood-red fury, Tyrone Zhou stepped onto the precincts of the Heavenly Dao Sect, and in that instant, his aura surged like a tempest, rising to a fearsome crescendo.
Though he stood merely at the Asking Dao Realm, he had bartered his precious talent for an immortal weapon.
And it was this immortal weapon that now emboldened him, serving as the wellspring of his newfound confidence.
Boom!
The Emperor's Pen materialized, its body as smooth and lustrous as the finest jade, glinting with an ethereal radiance that seemed to beckon the very heavens. It was a sight to behold, impossible to ignore.
In the blink of an eye, the Emperor's Pen traced a graceful arc through the void, and a single character appeared, as if etched by the hand of destiny itself.
"Crush!"
With a deafening rumble that seemed to shake the very foundations of the earth, four majestic mountains of the Heavenly Dao Sect, standing as silent sentinels for ages past, crumbled into ruin in the blink of an eye. Before Tyrone Zhou's eyes, it was a display of cataclysmic beauty, like a celestial fireworks show, both awe-inspiring and terrifying.
"Who dares to desecrate our Heavenly Dao Sect with such brazen impudence? You must surely be tired of life!"
"Long has our Heavenly Dao Sect held back its might, yet now, to be thus trifled with and humiliated is an outrage beyond measure!"
"Be you a mighty figure of the righteous path or a dread sovereign of the demonic way, today you shall meet your doom!"
"Disciples of the Heavenly Dao Sect, hearken unto my command! Seal off the very heavens and earth, lest this miscreant escape our wrath!"
Voices of condemnation rang out, shattering the tranquility of the air, reverberating through the valleys and peaks, laden with a seething hatred and a righteous fury.
When had the Heavenly Dao Sect ever endured such a public humiliation?
To have their mountain gate stormed and four of their sacred mountains reduced to rubble was an affront that bordered on the suicidal.
Hearing these indignant cries, Tyrone Zhou's lips curled into a sardonic smile, and he retorted, "Today, I have no thought of escape. In this world, justice reigns supreme above all else. I am here to seek justice, to hold you accountable for your heinous deeds."
Justice!
It was the lodestar that guided Tyrone Zhou's every action, the unwavering principle he clung to with a tenacious grip.
I did no wrong to you, yet you, consumed by lust for my fiancée's beauty, slaughtered my entire family and violated her innocence.
You have forsaken all sense of justice!
And so, even if it costs me my very life, I will see that justice is served, that the truth is laid bare before all.
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. It is the immutable law of the universe, and it shall be enforced beneath the might of the Emperor's Pen.
As he beheld the elders and disciples of the Heavenly Dao Sect converging upon him like a swarm of angry bees, Tyrone Zhou stood his ground, his gaze unwavering, his heart filled with a cold resolve. With a single, purposeful step, he strode onto the central square of the Heavenly Dao Sect, as if daring them to make their move.
"Milo Ming, come forth and pay for your crimes with your life!" Tyrone Zhou's voice was as cold as ice, cutting through the charged air like a blade.
"Insolent wretch! How dare you address Senior Brother Milo Ming by his name in such a disrespectful manner?" A disciple snarled, his voice shrill with indignation, eager to curry favor with his superiors.
He was quick to jump to Milo Ming's defense, his sycophancy laid bare for all to see.
Tyrone Zhou regarded him with a dispassionate stare, his eyes as cold as the depths of winter. If you choose to shield Milo Ming, then you are complicit in his crimes.
And if you are an accomplice, then you shall share his fate.
With a firm grip on the Emperor's Pen, Tyrone Zhou made a single, decisive stroke. In an instant, the character "Perish" materialized in the air, and as if struck by an invisible hand of doom, the fawning disciple dropped dead on the spot, his life extinguished in a heartbeat.
Without warning or preamble, he was simply gone, his body falling lifeless to the ground.
This sudden turn of events sent a shiver down the spines of the other disciples, who instinctively recoiled, their eyes wide with shock and disbelief. What sorcery was this?
"Today, any who stand in defense of Milo Ming shall be deemed his accomplices and shall meet the same fate. I warn you now." Tyrone Zhou's voice rang out, carrying a solemn warning that echoed through the assembly. Then, raising his head to survey the surrounding mountains and valleys, he bellowed with all the pent-up rage in his heart.
"Milo Ming, the last survivor of the Zhou family has come to settle this score with you, to make you face the consequences of your actions!"
"We of the Heavenly Dao Sect have no need to parley with the likes of you!" A voice, ancient and cold, sliced through the air in response, accompanied by a palm print that seemed to draw the very essence of the earth, surging forward with a malevolent force, intent on snuffing out Tyrone Zhou's life.
Rumble!
Die!
Many of the elders of the Heavenly Dao Sect watched this unfolding scene with a detached indifference, convinced that Tyrone Zhou, a mere stripling at the Asking Dao Realm, was doomed to perish beneath this onslaught.
However, Radiant Sky, standing atop a distant mountain peak, his eyes as cool as a mountain stream, saw things differently. His gaze was fixed intently on Tyrone Zhou, and more specifically, on the Emperor's Pen that he held aloft.
Perhaps he alone, among all those present, recognized it for what it truly was – an immortal weapon of unimaginable power.
The leader of the Heavenly Dao Sect, moved by paternal instinct to protect his wayward son, had launched this attack to eliminate Tyrone Zhou, a move that drew a scornful sneer from Radiant Sky.
"This is the consequence of spoiling one's offspring, acting recklessly and without restraint, having no reverence for heaven and earth. They're simply scoundrels. There are too many such people in the Heavenly Dao Sect now. Generation after generation, they're going downhill like this. Were it not for their deep-rooted heritage, they would have declined long ago." Radiant Sky sneered. He had no descendants, so he could express his opinions rationally.
The sins committed by Milo Ming would eventually have to be repaid by the Heavenly Dao Sect!
They deserved to die a thousand deaths!
If Radiant Sky were the leader of the Heavenly Dao Sect now, he would surely issue an order to kill Milo Ming to set things right.
But unfortunately, the current leader of the Heavenly Dao Sect was Milo Ming's father, who was determined to protect Milo Ming. He wanted to kill Tyrone Zhou and sweep the matter under the rug.
"Damn it!" Tyrone Zhou's eyes became fierce. He had come to reason with good intentions, yet the other party didn't even bother to say a word and just slapped down, trying to kill him.
"Since you won't listen to me reasoning, then let the Emperor's Pen reason with you!" Tyrone Zhou sneered. He let go of his hand, allowing the Emperor's Pen to float on its own.
"Kill him!" Tyrone Zhou issued a cold command.
The Emperor's Pen expanded, growing to a size of a hundred meters. In the void, it wrote several characters.
"Thunderbolt with irresistible force!"
The moment these characters were written, the sky suddenly changed color. Thunderclouds gathered, and dark clouds blotted out the sky.
Rumble!
Countless bolts of thunder crashed down, directly severing the palm of the leader of the Heavenly Dao Sect. This also left many elders of the Heavenly Dao Sect staring in disbelief.
"What kind of weapon is this?"
"Writing a few characters can cause such a powerful upheaval in heaven and earth. Could it be an immortal weapon?" an elder guessed.
"Immortal weapon!!!"
"Is this really an immortal weapon?"
"How could an immortal weapon listen to a kid at the Asking Dao Realm?"
"If it's not an immortal weapon, how could it have such great power?"
Seeing this, Radiant Sky smiled. The leader of the Heavenly Dao Sect making a fool of himself and being thwarted was exactly what he liked to see.
"Next, you'll find out what a huge trouble your son has brought you. With your meager cultivation, you won't be able to withstand it at all." Radiant Sky sneered, determined to watch the show and not interfere in this matter.
The leader of the Heavenly Dao Sect, who was hiding in an unknown place among the clouds, was furious. He had never taken Tyrone Zhou seriously before, regarding him as an insignificant ant that could be crushed to death at will.
But who would have thought that this ant would bite back. Although he wasn't seriously injured, he had lost all his face.
The leader of the Heavenly Dao Sect took a step forward, spanning a range of three hundred miles, and was about to descend onto the main hall to tear Tyrone Zhou to pieces.
But at this time, the Emperor's Pen exerted its power once again. It locked onto the opponent and wrote a character in the void.
"Slash!"
A sharp sword light emerged from the void, shot out swiftly, and sliced across. The leader of the Heavenly Dao Sect's face changed drastically. He tried to resist hurriedly, but it was all in vain. His body was instantly shattered into several pieces.
The leader of the Heavenly Dao Sect was dead!