106: I heard you're planning to massacre the city?

Great Zhao Dynasty, Tianjing City.

The light of the Imperial Dragon Formation had already dimmed to the extreme.

The golden dragon, condensed from the national fortune, let out cries of unwilling grief, its massive body covered in cracks, as if it would completely shatter in the next second.

Atop the city walls, Zhao Zheng's face was as pale as paper. He leaned on a long sword, barely managing not to fall.

The civil and military officials behind him were even more limp on the ground, their eyes filled with despair.

Outside the city, those twenty figures were like twenty gods and demons looking down on the mortal world, emitting a suffocating pressure.

Led by Xu Zhen and Granny Hua, their faces wore cruel smiles like a cat playing with a mouse.

"There's still the time of one incense stick left."

Xu Zhen's voice was like a cold wind from the Nine Netherworlds, blowing through the hearts of every soldier and citizen in Tianjing City.

"It seems that so-called Myriad Dao Divine Sect is determined to be a shrinking turtle."

Granny Hua laughed hoarsely, "That's fine. This old woman hasn't moved her bones in a long time. I'll just take this city of ants and refine a few blood banners."

Inside the city, there was a dead silence.

Countless commoners wept in each other's arms; in the face of absolute power, they didn't even have the qualification to run away.

Zhao Zheng gritted his teeth hard, his eyes bloodshot.

He was already prepared to burn his Divine Soul and live or die with this Imperial City.

Even if he died, he would make these people pay the price!

A tragic and heroic aura rose from his body.

Just then.

"Buzz—"

A slight spatial fluctuation quietly appeared behind Zhao Zheng.

This fluctuation was extremely faint; if he hadn't been at the core of the Formation, he wouldn't have been able to detect it at all.

Immediately after, a spatial portal shimmering with purple-gold light opened out of thin air.

Four young figures stepped slowly out of the portal.

At the lead was a young man dressed in green, his hand on a long sword, his gaze as calm as an abyss.

Beside him was a woman with skin like snow and peerless beauty, surrounded by a cold aura that seemed capable of freezing the Soul.

Next to her was a young man in black robes with a cold aura and a wicked smile on his lips; his gaze was like looking at a group of prey waiting to be slaughtered.

Finally, there was Zhao Wuji, dressed in dragon robes and wearing a Pingtian Crown, his face full of anxiety and killing intent.

"Father!"

Seeing the tottering Zhao Zheng on the city wall, Zhao Wuji's eyes nearly split. He stepped to his side in one stride and transferred a stream of pure spiritual energy.

"Senior Brother, Second Senior Sister, Junior Brother Ye! It's them!"

Zhao Wuji pointed outside the city, his voice filled with overwhelming hatred.

"They said they want to massacre Tianjing City! They want to turn the Eastern Wasteland into scorched earth!"

Seeing his suddenly appearing son and the three young people with unfathomable auras, Zhao Zheng was first stunned, then a surge of wild joy flooded his heart!

Reinforcements!

The Divine Sect's reinforcements had arrived!

Outside the city, Xu Zhen and Granny Hua also noticed the movement here.

"Hmm? A few more ants crawled out of the hole?"

Xu Zhen's Divine Thought swept over Ye Chenfeng and the other three, his brow furrowing slightly.

He couldn't see through them.

Except for that Zhao Wuji in dragon robes who was at the Void Refining Middle Stage, he actually couldn't see through the cultivation of the other three at all.

It was as if they were shrouded in a layer of mist.

"Playing tricks."

Xu Zhen snorted coldly, not taking it to heart.

In his view, even if a few stronger grasshoppers jumped out of this Eastern Wasteland, what could they do?

Could they really turn the heavens upside down?

"Time is up."

He raised his hand, and a ball of destructive spiritual energy began to gather in his palm.

"Since you refuse to hand over the person, then there is no need for this city to exist anymore."

"Wait."

A calm voice came from atop the city wall.

Ye Chenfeng helped Zhao Wuji stand firm, his gaze passing over everyone and landing on Xu Zhen.

His gaze had no anger, no killing intent, only a dead silence.

It was like looking at a dead man.

"My Junior Brother said, it's you who want to massacre the city?"

Ye Chenfeng asked.

His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.

Xu Zhen felt a bit uncomfortable being watched by those indifferent eyes, as if his high and mighty status as a god had been offended by an ant.

"So what if it is?"

He said proudly, "It is your honor that you lowly people of the Eastern Wasteland can die at my hands!"

"Oh."

Ye Chenfeng nodded.

"I see."

He released his hold on Zhao Wuji and took a step forward.

With this step, he stepped out of the range of the Imperial Dragon Formation, suspended between the Imperial City and those twenty Central Province experts.

Alone, facing thousands of troops.

"Seeking death!"

Behind Xu Zhen, a Late Void Refinement Stage Cultivator of the Xu Family saw Ye Chenfeng dare to step out of the Formation alone, a cruel smile appearing on his face.

In his view, this was a massive opportunity!

As long as he captured this person, he could severely humiliate this so-called Myriad Dao Divine Sect!

"Kid! Kneel down for me!"

He roared, and a giant hand transformed from spiritual energy blotted out the sun, clawing fiercely toward Ye Chenfeng!

He used ten percent of his strength in this strike, confident it was enough to crush a Cultivator of the same level into meat paste!

On the city wall, Zhao Zheng's heart instantly leaped into his throat.

However, Ye Chenfeng didn't even look at that giant hand.

His gaze remained locked on Xu Zhen the entire time.

It was as if that world-destroying strike was nothing more than a breeze brushing past his face.

Just as the giant hand was about to fall.

"Noisy."

A cold voice rang out from behind Ye Chenfeng.

Ye Wushang had also stepped out of the Formation at some unknown time.

He licked his lips, his eyes flashing with an excited and bloodthirsty light.

He raised his hand and pointed from afar at that Xu Family Cultivator.

"Demonic Prison Descent."

"Boom!"

Beneath the Xu Family Cultivator's feet, the void collapsed without warning!

A pitch-black cage composed of endless resentful Souls and Devilish Qi rose from the ground, instantly swallowing him!

"Ah—!"

A shrill scream came from within the demonic prison.

Everyone saw that the arrogant Late Void Refinement Stage expert was being torn apart by billions of demonic claws within the demonic prison, his Divine Soul dragged out alive and devoured by countless resentful Souls!

From beginning to end, it took no more than three breaths!

A Late Void Refinement Stage expert, both body and Soul destroyed!

"Hiss—!"

The sound of people sucking in cold air rang out outside the city.

The Void Refining Cultivators from the Xu Family and Hundred Flowers Palace all turned pale, looking at Ye Wushang in utter horror.

What kind of monster was this black-robed youth!

One move to insta-kill a Late Void Refinement Stage expert?

How was this possible!

Even Xu Zhen and Granny Hua's pupils shrank suddenly.

They saw clearly that the aura emitted by the black-robed youth was indeed only at the Void Refining Great Perfection.

But the power and eeriness of the Divine Ability he just displayed had already far exceeded the scope of Void Refining!

"Interesting."

The contempt on Xu Zhen's face finally vanished, replaced by a hint of solemnity.

"It seems I have underestimated you."

"Attack together!" He ordered coldly, "Kill them!"

"Yes!"

The remaining seventeen Void Refining Cultivators didn't dare to be careless anymore.

They shouted in unison, each summoning their Magic Treasures and activating Divine Abilities, turning into seventeen streaks of light and closing in to kill Ye Chenfeng and Ye Wushang from all directions!

Flashes of blades and shadows of swords, thunder and flames, instantly submerged the two.

"Come on then!"

Ye Wushang was delighted rather than surprised, letting out a hearty roar.

He turned into a black whirlwind and took the initiative to meet them.

Thousands of demonic shadows emerged around him.

Each demonic shadow performed a different Demonic Technique, eerie and lethal.

With his own strength, he actually managed to block the siege of seven or eight Void Refining Cultivators, and with ease, forcing the opponents back step by step, causing them to scream repeatedly!

On the other side.

Su Linger also moved.

She didn't leave the Formation, but just stood on the city wall and lightly raised her delicate hand.

"Ice Age."

"Crack, crack, crack—!"

An extreme chill spread out from her toward the entire battlefield!

Snowflakes began to fall from the sky.

Frost condensed on the ground.

The ten Void Refining Cultivators who were about to besiege Ye Chenfeng instantly slowed down, as if they had fallen into a mire.

The circulation of spiritual energy within their bodies became sluggish.

Everyone was covered in a thin layer of ice crystals.

"Domain! This is a Domain Divine Ability!"

A female Cultivator from the Hundred Flowers Palace screamed in terror.

"How can a Void Refining Initial Stage understand a Domain! This is impossible!"

"Nothing is impossible."

Ye Chenfeng's voice rang in her ear.

She turned back in horror, only to see that Ye Chenfeng had appeared behind her at some unknown time.

The ink dragon sword in his hand had already been unsheathed.

No sword light, no Sword Qi.

Only a plain and ordinary sword thrust out.

"Pfft."

A bloody hole appeared between the female Cultivator's eyebrows.

The vitality in her eyes quickly dissipated.

Until her death, she didn't see clearly how that sword was thrust.

Ye Chenfeng sheathed his sword, turned, and walked toward his next target.

His pace wasn't fast, but he seemed to step on some profound nodes.

Every time he struck with his sword, it was simple, direct, and efficient.

One sword, one person.

Those Void Refining experts who were enough to dominate a region in the Central Province were as fragile as paper in front of him.

"No! Save me!"

"Elder, save me!"

Screams rose and fell one after another.

In just a dozen breaths.

The eighteen Void Refining Cultivators were slaughtered to the last by Ye Wushang and Ye Chenfeng!

Not one was left!

The entire battlefield fell into a dead silence.

Whether it was Zhao Zheng and his officials on the city wall, or Xu Zhen and Granny Hua outside the city, everyone was stunned.

They looked at the severed limbs and broken arms all over the ground, and at the two young men who were like gods of slaughter, their minds blank.

This... is this really the Eastern Wasteland?

Are these really the "lowly people" in their eyes?

"It's your turn."

Ye Chenfeng's gaze finally landed on Xu Zhen and Granny Hua.

His voice was still calm.

But this calmness now made the two Body Integration Stage giants feel a bone-chilling cold.

"Junior! You seek death!"

Xu Zhen was the first to react, turning from shame to anger!

He, a dignified Elder of the Xu Family and a Body Integration Stage expert, was actually frightened by a junior from the Eastern Wasteland?

What a humiliation!

"Thunderous Palm!"

He roared and struck with his palm!

Above the sky, thunderclouds gathered, and a purple bolt of lightning as thick as a bucket tore through the sky, carrying an aura that could destroy everything, striking down toward Ye Chenfeng!

This strike was enough to level a thousand-foot mountain!

Facing this world-destroying strike.

Ye Chenfeng just slowly raised the ink dragon sword in his hand.

Then, he swung his sword.

It was still such a plain and unadorned strike.

No earth-shattering momentum, no dazzling brilliance.

Only a black crack so fine it was almost invisible flashed past the tip of the sword.

"Chiii—"

The purple lightning that could destroy mountains and rivers, upon contact with that black crack, was actually like cloth cut by scissors, silently split in two from the middle!

It brushed past both sides of Ye Chenfeng's body and struck the ground behind him, plowing two bottomless trenches.

"This... this is impossible!"

Xu Zhen's eyes were about to pop out!

His strongest strike was actually... broken just like that?

What kind of monster was that junior!

What was his cultivation?

Middle Stage Body Integration? No! Even higher!

How could a young man from the Eastern Wasteland have such terrifying cultivation!

"Run!"

This was the only thought in Xu Zhen's mind.

Without hesitation, he turned to tear through space and flee.

"Did I let you leave?"

Ye Chenfeng's voice was like a life-taking curse, ringing in his ear.

In the next second, Xu Zhen discovered in horror that the surrounding space had already been completely sealed off by an invisible Sword Intent at some unknown time!

He was like a mosquito in amber, unable to move!

"You... who exactly are you!" Xu Zhen roared with forced bravado.

Ye Chenfeng didn't answer.

He just raised his sword again.

"No—!"

Xu Zhen let out a desperate roar.

The sword fell.

The man was split in two.

Both body and Soul were destroyed.

A Central Province giant at the Early Integration Stage had fallen on the soil of the Eastern Wasteland just like that.

The entire scene was dead silence.

Only Granny Hua of the Hundred Flowers Palace remained, her whole body trembling, her face as ash as she looked at Ye Chenfeng, her eyes filled with extreme fear.

She wanted to run, but found her legs no longer listened to her.

"Don't... don't kill me..."

She pleaded in a hoarse voice.

"I... I am willing to submit! I am willing to tell you everything!"

Ye Chenfeng slowly sheathed his sword, and the ink dragon sword let out a soft hum, as if rejoicing in drinking the blood of an expert.

He looked at Granny Hua and tilted his head.

"Revered Master said that he wants the entire Central Province to know the consequences of touching the Myriad Dao Divine Sect's territory."

"Killing you doesn't seem to achieve the best effect."

Behind him, Ye Wushang licked his lips, walked up, and said with a smile:

"Senior Brother says is right."

"Why not hang her on the city gate of Tianjing City for public display for three days."

"Then, let her take a message back to the Central Province."

Ye Wushang's gaze fell on Granny Hua's terrified face.

"Tell them."

"The Eastern Wasteland belongs to Chu."

"Anyone who dares to reach out their claws again won't just have one city massacred."

"Instead, their entire sect will be destroyed."

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Qiao Lian felt as if her bones had been removed, leaning listlessly on the soft couch by the window, not even bothering to lift an eyelid. Those eyes that used to be full of spirit were now as if covered by a thin mist, dim and lifeless. Hearing the footsteps outside, she didn't get up, but only sighed faintly in a barely audible voice.

"I wondered who it was, so it's you brothers and sisters coming to see me again... It's just that today, I'm afraid I don't have the energy to serve you all."

She paused, raised a delicate hand, looked at her slender fingers, and a self-deprecating smile curled at the corner of her mouth.

"I don't know what's wrong, but I just feel like I'm missing something today. Like a person in a painting, only the outline has been drawn, but the coloring was forgotten; or like an actor on a stage, the lines are half-said, and then there's no sound from behind. Forcing myself to stand here, I can't even put together a complete shadow. Isn't it just missing those few strokes, those few words?"

"I've come to understand that this isn't the fault of heaven and earth, but rather that the Great Master holding the brush... his heart is empty, his pen tip is dry, and as a result, my tiny world has become so withered and dull. The air feels as if it has frozen, and even thinking of a malicious plot feels exhausting."

"Sigh, why am I telling you all this. I'm just a person on paper, unable to even control my own joys and sorrows. Brothers and sisters, if you still want to see me, Qiao Lian, turning clouds and rain and stirring up trouble in this story, then please show some mercy and use some 'Spirit Stones' or 'Celestial Dew' to wake up that dozing Great Master. Otherwise... if this continues, I'm afraid you won't see me in the next chapter. It's not that I don't want to come out, but... he, he can't write me anymore."

After speaking, she closed her eyes, looking as if she would faint on the spot if she said one more word, truly acting out the helplessness of "padding the word count" and the urgency of "begging for feeding" to the fullest.