464: Victory is already decided

As Xiao Zhuo pointed from afar, the twin moon wheel seemed to receive his command, and its clear hum instantly turned into a piercing shriek that tore through the sky!

The silver glow surged, no longer as cold as moonlight, but transformed into two destructive light arrows that could incinerate all things, abruptly vanishing from their original spot!

This speed had already exceeded the limit that ordinary Cultivators' eyesight could capture!

The Ancestor of the Ghost Soul Pavilion, fleeing for his life, only felt a bone-chilling coldness erupt from the deepest part of his Divine Soul; he didn't even have time to look back, let alone think, as his instinct for survival drove him to let out the most desperate shriek of his life:

"Ten Thousand Souls Protect the Master!!!"

He suddenly hurled the soul banner in his hand backward, its banner face wildly flapping, and tens of thousands of ferocious, twisted, evil souls howled out, layer upon layer, instantly forming a thick, immeasurable, pitch-black soul wall behind him, filled with monstrous Yin Qi!

This was his ultimate life-saving technique, refined over thousands of years, confident that even a True Immortal's strike could be momentarily obstructed!

However—

"Swoosh—!"

There was no earth-shattering collision, no violent explosion of energy.

That silver light, or rather, that silver stream of light representing pure destruction, treated the ten thousand-layered soul wall as if it were nothing, passing directly through it!

Wherever it passed, no matter how ferocious the soul body, it couldn't even let out a cry of agony before it instantly evaporated, purified, and vanished without a trace, like ice and snow thrown into the scorching sun of purgatory!

The silver light's speed did not diminish in the slightest.

"Evil-Shattering Blessing?" Under the Ancestor of the Ghost Soul Pavilion's astonished, despairing, and twisted gaze, it lightly swept past his body.

Time seemed to freeze for an instant.

The next moment, this Quasi-Immortal of the Soul Dao, who had roamed the world and struck fear into countless Cultivators, along with his sinister and incomparably refined Earth-Grade supreme soul banner, silently transformed into scattered, fine specks of light dust, like a sand sculpture blown away by the wind, completely annihilated.

Almost at the same moment, in another direction, the Grand Elder of the Ancient Sword Pavilion merged with his sword, transforming into a pure sword rainbow that tore through the sky, his speed already soaring to its extreme; he could even feel the Void Realm being cut open by his own sharp Sword Intent!

A glimmer of hope even arose in his heart—perhaps that person would first pursue and kill the Ghost Soul Old Ancestor, and he could seize a sliver of hope for survival!

But this sliver of hope was utterly shattered in the very next instant.

Another silver light appeared without warning in front of his sword escape, as if it had been waiting for a long time.

It wasn't blocking the way, but rather... crashing head-on into him!

"No—!!!"

The Grand Elder of the Ancient Sword Pavilion let out his last roar of unwillingness and fear in this life; he desperately activated his lifelong Sword Intent, attempting a final struggle.

The sword rainbow and the silver light collided violently!

The result, however, was not a fierce impact like a comet hitting Earth.

Instead... it was overwhelming destruction!

The silver light, like a red-hot blade cutting into solidified butter, passed through without any obstruction!

That dazzling, indestructible sword rainbow instantly broke and disintegrated from within, along with the Quasi-Immortal who had dedicated his life to the sword, transforming together into the most primitive energy of heaven and earth, scattering away.

Three breaths!

Only three breaths!

Two powerful Quasi-Immortals, who had fled in separate directions, were utterly destroyed in both body and spirit!

And the twin moon wheel, after completing this thunderous slaughter, its silver glow only dimmed by an imperceptible trace, then immediately reoriented itself, locking onto the last fleeing light, which was filled with mortal terror—Shadow!

Shadow was already terrified out of his wits!

He had personally witnessed Marquis Wuwei being instantly killed and had sensed the instantaneous disappearance of the other two's auras; extreme fear, like icy seawater, engulfed his Divine Soul.

He had never imagined that death would be so easy, so swift! They were Quasi-Immortals, the strongest existences below Immortals!

"No! I cannot die!!!" Shadow roared madly in his heart, his desire for survival overriding everything.

A look of extreme ruthlessness flashed in his eyes as he glanced at Feng Ziyi, who was enveloped by his Immortal power, her face pale and equally engulfed in immense terror.

The next instant, he made an incredibly decisive and cruel decision—

He abruptly threw Feng Ziyi backward, like discarding trash, toward the pursuing silver light!

He attempted to use this Great Prince, the master he served, to buy that insignificant moment of delay!

"Your Highness, I'm sorry!" Shadow's voice was distorted by fear and desperation.

At the same time, his vital blood furiously burned, and his escape light instantly turned from black to red, its speed once again surging by three points; he burned his Origin at all costs, only seeking to distance himself from the death-bringing silver wheel!

Feng Ziyi's face was filled with incredulous shock and the despair of betrayal; he futilely stretched out his hand, seemingly wanting to grasp something, but could only watch as the indifferent silver light rapidly magnified in his vision.

However, the silver light's target, from beginning to end, was not him.

Just an instant before it was about to touch Feng Ziyi, the silver light, in a manner that completely defied common sense, lightly circled around, perfectly avoiding him, not even stirring a trace of breeze, and continued at that despair-inducing speed, directly pursuing the blood-colored escape light ahead!

"No—!!!"

Shadow felt the icy killing intent almost pressed against his spine, and let out a desperate and unwilling roar.

He felt it; the speed of that silver light was even a sliver faster than his escape speed, which he had gained by burning his vital blood Origin!

This slight difference was the chasm between life and death!

The silver light reached his body.

No pain, no process.

Only the most complete... annihilation.

The blood-colored escape light abruptly ceased, as if instantly wiped away by an invisible giant hand.

In this world, there was no longer anyone named Shadow.

The four attacking Quasi-Immortals, from Xiao Zhuo's arrival to their complete annihilation, took only a short dozen breaths.

Above the wilderness, a strong wind swept through, carrying a faint scent of blood and the burnt smell of annihilated energy.

The earth-shattering sounds of combat, the whistling of escape lights, and the desperate cries before death, all vanished.

A deathly silence enveloped this world.

In the distance, those civil and military officials who had been secretly observing from afar were all pale-faced, trembling all over, not daring to even breathe, their gazes toward the figure in green robes filled with awe and fear.

In the arena, besides Feng Changge, only the three Princes remained.

Feng Ziyi slumped to the ground; the experience of being thrown away as a pawn just now seemed to have drained all his strength and spirit, his eyes hollow, his face ashen.

Feng Chengtian and Feng Yuzhuo were already scared silly, standing rooted to the spot like wooden chickens, their bodies trembling uncontrollably, and a faint smell of urine even emanated from their crotches.

Completely devoid of the dignity of Imperial Princes, their Undergoing Tribulation cultivation, at this moment, seemed to have vanished into thin air, providing them no sense of security whatsoever.

Xiao Zhuo slowly retracted his gaze, as if he had merely swatted away a few annoying flies.

The pair of silver moon wheels, which had orchestrated this ruthless slaughter, transformed into two streams of light, flying back to his side, quietly hovering, their silver glow circulating, docile and harmless, as if the destructive power from moments ago had nothing to do with them.

He slightly tilted his head, looking at Feng Changge, who was also in immense shock within the light barrier, unable to recover for a moment, and spoke in an still-평 light tone:

"The battle is decided. You handle the rest. I'm taking Feng Ziyi!"