despair

"Big Brother is so amazing!" Ye Baixi's large eyes twinkled.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder; Lin Xue and Ye Baixi's eyes were filled with adoration.

Shen Nianchu's mouth hung open, wide enough to fit an egg. "Heavens! Junior Martial Brother is only at the Late Nascent Soul stage, yet he actually severely injured a Nascent Soul Perfection Stage Cultivator with a single sword strike. This strength is too terrifying!"

Suddenly, her expression tightened. "Wait! This Sword Intent aura is terrifying! Why do I have the urge to kowtow to Junior Martial Brother?"

Shen Nianchu had only just reached the second realm of the sword path, so she naturally did not recognize the aura of a Sword Emperor.

Qin Shuhan's beautiful eyes flickered. Is this the might of a Sword Emperor?

Severely injuring a Nascent Soul Perfection Stage Cultivator with one strike—it was unfathomable.

In the arena, within the Sword Domain,

Chen Yuan took just a single step forward, and that massive Sword Emperor pressure surged like a tidal wave, causing Bai Ruoxi and Yun Zhirou's breathing to hitch. Their delicate bodies swayed slightly, and they had to circulate their Cultivation Technique with all their might to resist.

The five Late Stage Soul Transformation Cultivators on the periphery were even paler, struggling just to remain standing, let alone launch an attack.

Yun Zhirou forced down the fear and the urge to submit in her heart, shouting with feigned fierceness:

"Chen Yuan! Do you really intend to kill us all? If you kill us, it will be an endless feud with the Guanghan Immortal Palace! Even the Xuantian Sect won't be able to protect you!"

She tried to use the threat of a Sect war to crush Chen Yuan, hoping to trade it for a chance at survival.

Upon hearing this, Chen Yuan's lips curled into a mocking arc, his eyes as cold as ten-thousand-year-old black ice:

"An endless feud? From the moment you surrounded and attacked me, it was already an endless feud."

"Only now do you think to bring up your Sect? It's too late!"

His voice was not loud, but his words struck fear into the hearts of the women: "Today, none of you will be leaving."

Before his voice had even faded, Chen Yuan's figure suddenly vanished from where he stood.

"Watch out!" Bai Ruoxi shrieked a warning. The ice crystal mirror in her hand flared with light, instantly erecting layers of ice walls before her while she retreated rapidly.

Yun Zhirou's face also drained of color. She danced her jade fan wildly, weaving countless wind blades into a net to protect herself.

However, Chen Yuan's target was not them!

When he reappeared, he was already behind one of the Late Stage Soul Transformation Cultivators who was struggling to resist the pressure of the Sword Domain.

The Cultivator sensed the danger and turned around in horror, only to see a cold purple sword light expanding infinitely before their eyes.

"No—!"

"Splat!"

The sword light swept past, and a head flew into the air! Their Divine Soul was extinguished, and blood sprayed like a fountain.

A Late Stage Soul Transformation Cultivator had fallen!

Chen Yuan did not stop. He utilized Treading Snow Without a Trace, and in the next moment, he appeared beside another Late Stage Soul Transformation Cultivator.

The yixue sword struck out like a venomous dragon, piercing straight toward their Dantian!

"Save me!" The Cultivator's soul nearly left their body, and they desperately activated a defensive Magic Treasure.

"Clang!"

The Magic Treasure only blocked it for an instant before being pierced through by the sharp Sword Intent!

The sword tip passed through their body, instantly shattering their Dantian!

Another Late Stage Soul Transformation Cultivator, dead!

In the blink of an eye, he had slain two more!

Under the enhancement of the Sword Emperor Domain, Chen Yuan's movements were as fast as lightning, his attacks incomparably sharp. Every strike precisely reaped a life.

"Form a Formation! Quickly, form a defensive Formation!" Bai Ruoxi screamed, her eyes splitting with rage.

The remaining three Late Stage Soul Transformation and four Mid-stage Spirit Transformation Cultivators were already terrified out of their wits. Hearing her, they struggled to climb to their feet and hurriedly huddled together, attempting to form a small defensive Formation.

But under the suppression of Chen Yuan's Sword Emperor Domain, their movements were sluggish, their magic power circulation was impaired, and before the Formation could take shape, flaws were already apparent!

How could Chen Yuan possibly give them a chance?

His figure was like the wind, his sword like a dragon as he unleashed a strike.

"Divine Thunder Sword Art!"

Streaks of purple thunder Sword Qi crisscrossed, like the scythe of the Grim Reaper, rampaging through the crowd.

"Ah!"

"No!"

...

Screams rose and fell, severed limbs flew, and blood stained the muddy swamp red.

The Personal Disciples of the Guanghan Immortal Palace were now like lambs waiting for the slaughter, dying one after another under Chen Yuan's sword.

Bai Ruoxi and Yun Zhirou tried several times to intervene, but were forced into a desperate struggle themselves by Chen Yuan's unfathomable movement techniques and sharp Sword Qi.

They could only watch helplessly as their fellow Sect members fell one by one, their hearts filled with despair and monstrous hatred.

Regret rose in Bai Ruoxi's heart. Who could have imagined that a mere Late Nascent Soul stage Cultivator could have the strength to easily slaughter them?

The person before them was a fiend! Threats of Sects meant nothing in his eyes!

"Chen Yuan! Stop! We can talk..." Yun Zhirou attempted one last effort, her voice carrying an imperceptible tremor.

However, responding to her was an even more violent purple thunder Sword Qi!

Chen Yuan couldn't be bothered to waste words; his goal was clear.

Total annihilation!

Divine Thunder Sword Art, Second Level, Thunder Prison Heavenly Jail!

He gave a low shout, pointing the yixue sword toward the sky. The thunder Sword Qi within the Sword Emperor Domain instantly turned berserk, transforming into countless purple electric snakes that wove into a massive thunder sword net, enveloping all the remaining Guanghan Immortal Palace Cultivators within it!

"No!"

"Save me, Senior Sister Bai!"

...

Despairing wails rang out in the thunder prison; the sword net contracted, and thunder rampaged.

Their protective spiritual light shattered like bubbles.

A moment later, the thunder light dissipated, leaving behind only a few charred remains and the pervasive scent of blood.

Thus, of the Guanghan Immortal Palace Disciples who had followed Bai Ruoxi to surround and kill Chen Yuan, besides her, Yun Zhirou, and Lin Qiuyue—who was severely injured, unconscious, and stuck in the swamp—not a single one remained alive!

At the edge of the swamp, the four women including Qin Shuhan watched in shock.

Although they hoped for Chen Yuan to win, this was not the method they wanted to see. If this matter were exposed, it would absolutely trigger a Sect war.

In the arena, only Bai Ruoxi and Yun Zhirou remained, their faces pale as paper. They stood back-to-back, their eyes filled with despair and fear.

The light of the Magic Treasures in their hands was dim; it was clear they had consumed a vast amount of energy during the process, and their minds were traumatized.

Was Chen Yuan a monster? After such consumption, he didn't show even a trace of fatigue.

While they weren't paying attention, Chen Yuan stuffed a handful of spirit transformation pills into his mouth.

"Chen Yuan... you... you Devil Head!"

Bai Ruoxi's voice was hoarse, filled with venomous hatred.

Chen Yuan stood holding his sword, approaching the two women step by step. His eyes were indifferent, as if looking at two dead people.

"Devil Head? If not for your greed for Opportunity, pressing me step by step, how could today's disaster have come to pass? Those who kill will be killed in turn. Does your Guanghan Immortal Palace not understand this principle?"

His words were like a final judgment, shattering the last of Bai Ruoxi and Yun Zhirou's psychological defenses.

"I'll fight you to the death!" Bai Ruoxi screamed, appearing like a mad demon. She burned her life essence blood, and the ice crystal mirror erupted with blinding white light, a divine rainbow thicker than before blasting toward Chen Yuan.

Yun Zhirou gritted her silver teeth, injecting all her magic power into her jade fan. The fan unfolded, transforming into a massive tornado of wind blades, coordinating with Bai Ruoxi for one final struggle!

"A dying struggle."

Chen Yuan snorted coldly. Facing their desperate final strike, he did not meet it head-on.

Utilizing space traversal, his figure suddenly vanished from the spot, and the divine light and tornado instantly missed their target.

Simultaneously, he landed behind the two women, and the yixue sword in his hand slashed out.

"Splat!"

"Splat!"

Two streaks of sword light, almost simultaneously, flashed and vanished.

The madness and venomous hatred on Bai Ruoxi's face froze. She looked down at the transparent hole that had appeared in her chest; her Dantian Nascent Soul had been shattered by the Sword Qi.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but only blood gushed out. Finally, her eyes lost focus, and her delicate body fell from the air, following in her sister's footsteps.

A bloodstain appeared at Yun Zhirou's neck. She widened her beautiful eyes, filled with unwillingness, as her head slowly slid off, and she perished.