45: Chapter 45 Killing is too vulgar, I only save people!

The entire scene was deathly silent.

Only that grand and sacred music continued to drift between heaven and earth, like a hymn written for a god.

Li Tianxing felt his heart gripped by a cold, giant hand; even his Demonic soul was trembling.

He stared fixedly at the young man in white before him.

He could not sense a shred of Qi on the other party; he was as clean as a blank sheet of paper, as pure as a Mortal.

Yet, it was this "Mortal"!

His arrival caused the heavens and earth to change color!

His descent made divine sounds resound through the clouds!

A single glance from him was enough to render him, a Nascent Soul Ancestor, unable to move!

A single Medicinal Pill from him allowed the doomed Sect Master to be reborn!

This is a Mortal?

This is clearly a supreme existence that has shed all appearances of Divine Ability and returned to the Origin of the Dao!

That old thing from the Blood River... what he said... it was actually all true!

No!

What he said wasn't nearly enough!

He couldn't even describe one-ten-thousandth of this Senior's terrifying nature!

Li Tianxing's heart was in turmoil, and bile of regret was rising in his throat.

Why was he so blind, refusing to believe the evil, and insisting on coming to the Taixuan Sect to kick this world-destroying iron plate!

But with tens of thousands of Disciples watching from behind, as the Old Ancestor of the Heavenly Demon Sect and a titan of the Demonic Path, he had nowhere to retreat.

He drained all the courage of his life, and every word seemed squeezed out of his throat.

"Your... Your Excellency, who exactly are you? Why must you interfere in the grievances between our Demonic Path and the Taixuan Sect?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, he wanted to slap himself.

The person walked out from the Taixuan Sect's mountain gate, and you ask him why he is interfering?

Su Changge looked at his outwardly strong but inwardly weak appearance, and the corners of his lips rose slightly.

That smile was indifferent and distant, and on his face, which was so handsome it didn't seem like a Mortal, it was as if a Heavenly God were examining a noisy ant.

He was calculating in his heart: "Finally spoke. I thought you were scared silly. This wave of fear and shock should have earned me a boatload of emotion points, right?"

He spoke leisurely.

The voice was clearly not loud, but it drowned out all other sounds between heaven and earth, penetrating deep into everyone's Divine Soul.

"This place is my Dao field."

A simple six words, yet they contained an absolute dominance that could not be resisted.

My territory, you are acting wild here, and you still ask me why?

Li Tianxing's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot instantly.

He understood that today's matter could absolutely not end well.

He gritted his teeth, steeled his heart, and roared hoarsely, both to embolden himself and to threaten the other party.

"Your Excellency's strength is heaven-defying, but we have tens of thousands of people, and three Nascent Soul Ancestors sitting here! Even if you are strong, can you really kill us all?!"

This was a threat, and also his last resort.

Even ants can bite an elephant to death!

Even if you are at the Soul Transformation Stage, facing the reckless siege of tens of thousands of Cultivators, there will always be a time when you run out of energy!

However, after listening, Su Changge just shook his head lightly.

That gaze carried a trace of compassion for all living beings, and even more, a trace of... extreme disdain.

"Killing?"

He spat out two words, his tone light and casual.

"Too vulgar."

"This Seat does not kill today."

The next sentence made all the Demonic Cultivators feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

"I only save those fated to be saved."

Before the words had faded.

He raised his hand and pointed casually through the air at a Foundation Establishment Stage Demonic Cultivator in the Demonic army who had been clamoring the loudest and killing the most just a moment ago.

[Ding! Advanced illusion effect [Head-on Enlightenment] has been activated, target locked, script "Lay Down the Butcher's Knife" is now playing. emotion points spent: 5000 points.]

The Demonic Cultivator who was pointed at trembled violently.

A second ago, he was still grimacing, holding high a dripping butcher's knife, clamoring to slaughter all the Taixuan Sect Disciples.

The next second, his eyes became instantly hollow, and then they were filled with endless pain and regret.

Terrifying illusions exploded crazily in his Sea of Consciousness!

He saw himself, in order to Cultivate the Demonic Technique, personally cut open his foster mother's chest, just to take that warm heart for sacrifice!

He saw himself, in order to snatch a Spiritual Plant, lure his sworn brother into a desperate situation, and watch helplessly as he was torn to pieces by a Yao Beast!

He saw those innocent Mortals he had tortured to death, the crying of children, the wailing of young girls, the resentful and desperate eyes of the elderly before they died, turning into bloody faces, screaming in his mind!

"Ah... Ahhhhh!!!"

He grabbed his head suddenly, letting out a scream that didn't sound human.

"I... what have I done! I am not human! I am a beast!!"

"Clang!"

The butcher's knife fell to the ground.

He was like a madman, his knees hitting the ground heavily, tears and snot streaming down his face, while he used his forehead to slam violently against the hard bluestone under his feet.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Blood instantly covered his face, but he was completely unaware of it, just kowtowing frantically in endless repentance.

"I was wrong... I was really wrong... please, kill me... kill me!"

This bizarre scene made all the surrounding Demonic Cultivators stare in shock, a chill shooting from the soles of their feet straight to their crowns.

"Is Zhang San crazy?"

"He was fine just a moment ago, how did he suddenly..."

"It's that person... he just pointed like that a moment ago..."

All the Demonic Cultivators' gazes, filled with unprecedented horror, were fixed firmly on Su Changge.

What kind of method is this?!

No Qi, no Spell!

Just a light point, and it made a determined Demonic Cultivator's Dao Heart completely collapse, repenting and begging for death on the spot!

This is ten thousand times more terrifying than killing him with a sword!

For Demonic Cultivators, death is not scary; what is scary is the collapse of belief, is making you personally deny everything about yourself!

Su Changge watched this scene and nodded in satisfaction.

"Hmm, the effect is excellent. This 5000 emotion points spent was so worth it."

He raised his hand again, his gaze scanning the dark mass of the Demonic Cultivator army, as if picking the next "fated person."

"Stop!"

Li Tianxing finally broke free from that extreme fear and let out a roar mixed with shock and anger.

"That is a Demonic Technique! An supreme Demonic Technique that bewitches the mind! Everyone steady your minds, close your six senses, do not be deceived by him!"

He knew very well that if he let Su Changge keep "saving" people like this, there would be no need to fight this battle; the army behind him would go crazy on its own!

Military morale must absolutely not scatter!

"Everyone listen to my order!" Li Tianxing's eyes were blood-red, and he roared like a madman: "Kill for me! At all costs, kill him! Whoever can injure him even slightly will be rewarded with a Heaven-grade Magic Treasure! Whoever can kill him, the position of the next Sect Master of the Heavenly Demon Sect will be theirs!"

Under heavy rewards, there must be desperate men.

Although Su Changge's methods were so bizarre they made one's Divine Soul shatter, under the stimulation of the "Heaven-grade Magic Treasure" and the "Sect Master position," the reason of countless Demonic Cultivators was completely burned away by greed.

"Kill!"

"For the Heaven-grade Magic Treasure!"

"He is only one person! We will use our lives to pile up and bury him!"

Thousands of Demonic Cultivators seemed to have been injected with mad blood, once again clamoring, roaring, turning into a black wave of death, charging fearlessly towards the white-clad figure in the center of the square.

Looking at the filthy tide of people surging again, the look of compassion on Su Changge's face grew even thicker.

He retracted his hand and sighed lightly.

The sigh was very light, yet it clearly overwhelmed all the shouts of killing.

"Stubborn and unyielding."

"There is a path to Heaven that you do not take, and no door to Hell that you do not seek to enter."

"So be it."

"This Seat will send you all on your way."

His gaze, at this moment, finally changed.

The compassion for all living beings quietly faded away, and in its place was an absolute zero that could freeze the Divine Soul.

A trace of cold killing intent spread from his body.

[Ding! Grandmaster-level aura effect [God's Wrath] has been activated, emotion points spent: 10000 points.]

Killing intent is also an effect.

But in the perception of everyone at this moment, this was the wrath of a god.