214: Overwhelming the Prodigies of All Realms

Xiao Zhuo's "Let's go together!" exploded like a thunderclap. Everyone paused, but Ximen Feng moved, and his movement completely ignited the madness of the sinkhole!

Over a hundred Prodigies from various realms, led by Ximen Feng's iron fan Qi wind and Monk Chaoyun's pervasive Buddha Power, surged forward like a breached dam, carrying greed and fear, crashing towards the figure in black!

The fierce light in Ximen Feng's eyes flared. His folding fan snapped open, and green-gold light patterns swirled on its ribs, a sharp Qi soaring into the sky.

He flicked his wrist, and a massive Qi wind Dragon tornado, laden with countless wind blades, roared forth. Space twisted in its wake, accompanied by faint, mournful wails!

At the same time, Monk Chaoyun's face was solemn, like an enraged Vajra, and he chanted a Buddha name like a thunderclap: "Om!" His nine-ringed monastic staff flew from his hand, suspended above his head, and brilliant Buddha Power shot up into the sky, instantly condensing into a ten-zhang tall, wrathful Arhat phantom, cast entirely from crimson gold!

The Arhat held a demon-subduing pestle, and a mighty, irresistible, pure Yang power, capable of suppressing evil demons, descended with a crash. A giant golden pestle shadow, with the might to crush mountains and rivers, smashed down towards Xiao Zhuo!

The Buddha Power illuminated everything, as if to purify all heresies!

Nether Bone's figure transformed into an elusive gray shadow amidst the chaos. The foul blood bone mirror emitted a blinding, eerie glow, and the murky, viscous blood-light on its surface suddenly condensed, silently shooting out a bizarre beam of light, sickly green tinged with foul blood-red!

This soul-corroding ghostly light ignored spatial distance, piercing directly at Xiao Zhuo's back. Wherever it passed, even light seemed to be polluted and devoured, emitting a nauseating, decaying aura, specifically targeting Divine Souls and Magic Treasures!

Qiao Shan's expression was grave. His hands formed seals as fast as phantoms, and he chanted incantations. The golden bird on his shoulder shrieked, transforming into a pure golden light that merged into his fingertips. He pointed his fingers like a sword, fiercely jabbing at the Void Realm around Xiao Zhuo!

"Myriad Restrictions — Space Confinement!"

Buzz!

The space within a hundred zhang around Xiao Zhuo suddenly stagnated!

It wasn't that space froze, but rather countless golden runes, invisible to the naked eye, instantly imprinted themselves in the Void Realm, forming an invisible giant net.

The air became as viscous as lead and mercury, gravity suddenly increased tenfold, and a powerful confining force pressed in from all directions, firmly locking Xiao Zhuo's body, intending to nail him in place, making him a living target for the others' fatal attacks!

Top Prodigies, each displaying their ultimate skills, with all their killing moves arriving simultaneously!

Qi wind tearing souls, Buddha pestle suppressing demons, ghostly light corroding spirits, and space confinement!

This combined attack possessed earth-shattering power, enough to instantly annihilate an ordinary Mahayana Realm Cultivator!

Facing this world-destroying combined attack, the faint glimmer of interest in Xiao Zhuo's eyes finally turned into icy coldness.

"Ants trying to shake a tree."

The cold words were uttered.

The pitch-black blade of the heavenly cleaver in his hand suddenly erupted with dazzling dark-gold lightning!

That was no ordinary lightning, but the supreme Concept containing judgment, termination, and the destruction of all illusions! Divine Concept level Thunder Tribulation Saber Intent — manifested!

The saber moved.

There was no earth-shattering display, only an extremely condensed, dark-gold saber arc, as if it had absorbed all the light in the world, silently slashing horizontally!

Wherever the saber arc passed, the sharp metal Qi wind was like ice and snow thrown into a scorching sun, wailing as it was annihilated inch by inch, leaving not even a ripple.

The seemingly indestructible crimson-gold Buddha body of the wrathful Arhat's golden form was like paper before the dark-gold saber arc. The giant demon-subduing pestle, along with the golden form phantom, was smoothly cut in half from the center, collapsing into a sky full of light particles.

Monk Chaoyun was struck as if by a heavy hammer, spitting out blood. The backlash from his golden form being shattered instantly left him listless.

The foul, blood-green beam of the soul-corroding ghostly light collided with the dark-gold saber arc, like a drop of water falling onto a red-hot branding iron, instantly evaporating with a sizzling sound, leaving not even a trace.

Nether Bone's withered claw beneath his cloak trembled violently, and the surface of the foul blood bone mirror fluctuated intensely.

The dense, golden runes of Myriad Restrictions — Space Confinement, which had been imprinted in the Void Realm and confined space, instantly disintegrated and dissipated like being erased by an invisible rubber, the moment the dark-gold Saber Intent swept past.

Qiao Shan grunted, golden light burst from his fingertips, and his face was as pale as paper. The backlash from the forced breaking of the Myriad Restrictions technique made him almost unable to stand!

The saber arc did not stop!

It was like the Grim Reaper's scythe, coldly sweeping through the crowd at the very front!

Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!

There were no earth-shattering explosions, only a series of dull, hair-raising slicing sounds.

Dozens of Body Integration Stage Cultivators, and even several Early Tribulation Crossing Stage Prodigies, along with the Magic Treasures they had unleashed and the protective spiritual light they had activated, were as fragile as rotten wood under this single saber strike.

Limbs, Magic Treasure fragments, mixed with hot blood, fell in swathes like harvested wheat!

The bottom of the sinkhole was instantly covered in viscous blood, and the pungent smell of blood soared into the sky!

One saber strike! Just one saber strike!

The top Prodigies' killing moves were all shattered! The charging tide of people was cut in half!

Dead silence!

Absolute dead silence enveloped the survivors.

Ximen Feng's hand, holding the blood-red folding fan, trembled violently. Cracks spread across the fan's ribs, almost completely shattering it. There was no trace of arrogance left in his eyes, only bone-deep fear.

Monk Chaoyun's face was like golden paper, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth. Looking at the dissipating Buddha Power, his eyes were filled with despair.

Nether Bone's figure beneath his cloak for the first time showed uncontrollable trembling, and the ghostly light of the foul blood bone mirror dimmed.

Qiao Shan clutched his chest, blood staining the corner of his mouth, staring intently at Xiao Zhuo, his eyes filled with incomprehensible horror.

Fear, like the coldest venomous snake, instantly coiled around the hearts of all survivors!

"Run!" Someone let out a shrill, distorted shriek.

Ximen Feng reacted the fastest. He fiercely waved his blood-red fan backward, a blood-light enveloping him. He didn't hesitate to burn his essence blood, transforming into a blood-red rainbow, fleeing desperately towards the only opening at the top of the sinkhole!

Monk Chaoyun forced his remaining Buddha Power, lotuses blooming under his feet, and his speed also soared!

Nether Bone's figure directly transformed into a wisp of gray smoke, silently drifting upwards.

Qiao Shan, even more so, transformed into myriad golden afterimages, indistinguishable between real and fake, scattering in all directions!

Xiao Zhuo's terrifying attack completely awakened them from their greed!

If even the top Prodigies were like this, the other survivors were scared out of their wits, regretting that their parents hadn't given them two more legs. They each used their life-saving escape techniques, transforming into dozens of streaks of light, frantically rushing towards that sole path to survival!

However—

Buzz—!

Just as they were about to reach the edge of the sinkhole, the enlightenment tea tree, which had just stabilized its spiritual consciousness, suddenly glowed intensely with emerald light throughout its body! A cold and majestic will swept across the entire scene!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

A storm of emerald leaf blades, even denser and more terrifying than during its previous rampage, and imbued with the cold fury of its newly born spiritual consciousness, erupted with a roar!

It was no longer a chaotic attack, but transformed into an enormous, rapidly rotating emerald Dragon tornado wall, instantly blocking the entire dome exit of the sinkhole!

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!

The few escape lights at the very front crashed into the wind wall. Their protective spiritual light burst like soap bubbles, and both people and Magic Treasures were instantly shredded into a sky full of bloody mist and minced flesh! The shrill screams abruptly ceased!

"No—!"

Despairing wails echoed through the sinkhole.

The path to survival was cut off! The entire Enlightenment Abyss was completely transformed into a flesh-and-blood cage, where one could enter but not leave!

Ximen Feng and the others abruptly halted their escape lights, their faces drained of color as they looked at the destructive emerald wind storm barrier above them.

Behind them, the figure in black approached with his saber.

Xiao Zhuo bathed in the blood rain, his footsteps creating ripples in mid-air. His black robes were spotless, only the pitch-black long saber in his hand crackled with electricity, like a death knell.

His cold gaze swept over Ximen Feng, Chaoyun, Nether Bone, and Qiao Shan, who were forced back into a corner, leaning against the cold rock wall, covered in blood, and their Qi weakened, as well as the only seven or eight remaining Early Tribulation Crossing Stage Cultivators behind them, who were equally scarred and ashen-faced.

"It's time to end this."

The heavenly cleaver slowly lifted. Dark-gold lightning once again flowed and gathered on the blade. That terrifying Saber Intent, which judged all things and terminated everything, pressed down like a tangible mountain, crushing every survivor!

The air seemed to solidify, even breathing became incredibly difficult, and despair, like a cold tide, instantly engulfed everyone.

The last glimmer of light in Ximen Feng's eyes completely extinguished, turning into a dead gray, and the folding fan in his hand drooped powerlessly.

Monk Chaoyun closed his eyes, softly chanting a Buddha name, yet it carried endless sorrow.

Nether Bone's figure beneath his cloak hunched over, the ghostly light of the foul blood bone mirror dim like a flickering candle in the wind.

Qiao Shan's face was devoid of color, his fingers digging deeply into his palms.

Just as this suffocating silence and despair were about to reach their peak, a terrifying stream of fire broke through the clouds in the sky, plummeting directly towards the Enlightenment Abyss.