"Monsters running rampant, how can they be allowed to act so recklessly? All sword immortals, listen up!"

Just as I arrived in the village and before I could introduce myself to my senior brothers, the eldest senior suddenly shouted angrily. I looked around, thinking that some huge monster would jump out.

"Carry out justice for the heavens!"

Several senior brothers each summoned their own immortal swords and charged into the village, reaching the countryside and brutally killing every villager they passed by.

Uncle Wang, who was resting at the village entrance, had his head smashed by the eldest senior with a single palm.

Uncle Zhao, who was working in the field, was punched by another senior brother and sent flying into a cow's belly, where he died alongside the cow.

I was scared and stunned, not knowing what to do. All I could do was tightly hold the hand of the little fairy, who is my sixth senior sister.

She is so pure and gives me a sense of security.

I'm a bit worried about my parents.

Just as we entered the village, we encountered a childhood friend who was fleeing for his life. He saw me and urgently urged me to escape but ended up in front of my sixth senior sister.

My senior sister frowned, formed a sword seal with her hands in front of her, and said,

"Supreme Lord of the Great Dao, Five Thunder Guard!"

Crack!

A bolt of lightning as thick as a water bucket suddenly descended from the sky. In that instant, the childhood friend who hadn't yet reached me turned into ashes, leaving no trace behind.

I could only see something lingering in the air, drifting into my senior sister's body.

Her complexion seemed to improve a bit in that moment, but it might just be my imagination.

"Junior Brother, as someone newly admitted to the sect, you may not fully understand. These people have already become monsters and should not be judged by normal standards. Killing them should not burden you psychologically."

My senior sister's clear voice echoed in my ears, but I still found it difficult to recover from the grief of losing a friend.

Between one step and one kill, the villagers who used to spend their days together in the village turned into ashes one after another at the hands of my senior sister, leaving no trace behind.

I gradually began to feel numb, just like that day when I found myself in the midst of a slaughter.

Until my senior sister brought my parents in front of me and handed me a chilling long sword.

"Kill them, and you can sever your worldly attachments and focus on cultivating as an immortal. Take action, Junior Brother."

The other senior brothers finished clearing the village and gathered around. Each of them had their gaze fixed on me...

But I couldn't do it. They were my parents!