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Chapter 951: Survival of the Fittest is the Heavenly Dao, How Did It Become a Heretical Path?

Chapter 951: Chapter 951: Survival of the Fittest is the Heavenly Dao, How Did It Become a Heretical Path?

Rowen Schneider, Kameron Goodwin, and others gathered together, and behind them stood the disciples of the Three Devil Sect, each with a slightly altered expression.

Disciples of Nutwood Mountain!

Rowen Schneider coldly said, "How did you find us here? We have never disclosed our sect..."

"The Seven Dark Sect, right?"

Carson Flores said coldly, "Mayor Roth carved the words ’Seven Dark’ just before his death. You may have discovered this but intentionally didn’t stop it, for the sole purpose of leading us into a trap, because the Seven Dark Sect doesn’t even exist; it’s all fabricated by you."

"You must have initially chosen Sword Qi City as your target, but unfortunately, they didn’t cooperate, so you changed your choice to Hollow Element City. You have indeed hidden yourselves well, making it impossible to trace you, but man’s plans are not equal to those of heaven; you dropped a button at the scene."

Carson Flores took out a button and held it up, "If it were my master, or senior brother, they might have come here directly to kill and coerce the truth out, but unfortunately, I’m not as formidable as them, so I thought I’d investigate first."

"Who would have thought you’d be so cruel, luring over a thousand accomplished cultivators under the guise of recruiting disciples, intending to refine them into blood beads."

"To avoid suspicion, you even neatly had those with family concerns send letters home, saying things like ’not allowed to leave for ten years.’ I imagine you’re doing this because you know it’s impossible to stay here long, so you’re planning to take a final haul before leaving, right?"

Rowen Schneider looked at the button in Carson Flores’ hand and sighed, "Even the wisest can overlook something; I didn’t expect a mere button to reveal our whereabouts..."

Carson Flores asked, "The Path of Refinement was shunned by the world since ancient times. I want to know if you are remnants of an ancient heretic sect uncovered by the truth, or did you recently acquire the Path of Refinement, unable to resist the temptation and thus strayed onto the path of evil?"

"There are myriad paths to immortality; who says that you are righteous and I am evil?"

A cultivated-looking middle-aged man spoke and walked out from behind, and as he passed, the disciples of the Three Devil Sect made way and saluted him.

"Heaven and earth are heartless, treating all beings as straw dogs; cultivation itself goes against the natural order, survival of the fittest, using the essence blood of the weak to strengthen oneself. This is in line with the way of heaven. How did it become an evil path in your eyes?"

Carson Flores sneered, "The Sect Master of the Three Devil Sect?"

The middle-aged man smiled slightly, "Jonathan Roth, an inconspicuous disciple who inherited the legacy of the ancient Ten Thousand Ghosts Sect. My father and I founded the Three Devil Sect a thousand years ago. To say remnants seems a bit inappropriate, as we have always been here, living well under the guise of the so-called righteous path."

"You are right about one thing, though. When the Great Sects besieged the Path of Refinement, the path continued on, but the core of it, the Ten Thousand Spirits Blood Array, was lost."

"Not long ago, someone came to us with the Ten Thousand Spirits Blood Array, and we entered into a partnership. We secured the Ten Thousand Spirits Blood Array in exchange for giving him ten Myriad Spirit Blood Pearls."

"I naturally wouldn’t refuse. What’s ten cities’ worth of Blood Beads compared to getting back the Ten Thousand Spirits Blood Array? There can be as many Blood Beads as I want."

"Indeed, we planned to target several cities, collect a wave of Myriad Spirit Blood Pearls, and then fake the destruction of our sect by enemies and leave this place."

"I hadn’t expected all of our plans to be ruined by a small button. Since you’ve come to investigate, surely others know as well."

Carson Flores sneered, "Yes, even if you kill me, your secrets will still be exposed!"

"It doesn’t matter if they are exposed. With the Ten Thousand Spirits Blood Array in hand, I wasn’t planning on staying here anyway. Along the way, I’ll collect the Myriad Spirit Blood Pearls, and before long, my strength will reach the Great Perfection of Hollow Void. Who then could bother me?"

Collecting Myriad Spirit Blood Pearls along the way?

A single Myriad Spirit Blood Pearl for a city, tens of thousands of lives!

Carson Flores said coldly, "No wonder you were shunned by the world in ancient times, like rats in the sewers, always hiding. Even after ten thousand years, you still have the same nature. You can’t change your fate!"

Jonathan Roth smiled slightly, "What our fate will be is a matter for the future. At least you won’t see it."

Pausing, Jonathan Roth looked admiringly, "You possess Nascent Soul strength, yet you managed to hurt Kameron Goodwin, who is at the Initial Spirit Transformation Stage. You are indeed worthy of being from Nutwood Mountain, where talents are frequently born. Sadly, you are still just a Nascent Soul, and this place will be your grave."

"The feng shui here is quite good; you should have no complaints about being buried here."

Carson Flores said gravely, "Just you alone?"

Jonathan Roth smiled, "I admit you are formidable, with Nascent Soul Strength not inferior to Divinity Transformation, but you are just one person, and we have four at Divinity Transformation. Oh, Kameron Goodwin is injured, count him as half."

"You against three and a half of us; do you think you can win? You don’t really think we would fight you one-on-one, do you? This is a battle of life and death, a battle for our doctrine, not a child’s game..."

Carson Flores sneered coldly, "Me alone? Who said I came alone?"