101: Chapter 101 Slaughter

The cold moon hung high, the night was like ice, and the chill was bone-deep.

Su Xuanheng's eyes were icy cold, and a strong Killing Intent emanated from him: "Sorry, Xuanming, for Yaner's safety, I had to make this decision on my own this time."

Su Xuanming sighed, shaking his head: "This is not Big Brother and Big Sister-in-law's fault. Even if Big Sister-in-law didn't come out, we would have had to act."

He had already understood.

The Ten Thousand Sword Sect Disciples insisted on framing them, surely coveting something from the Su Family, and the fact that demonic Cultivators broke into the Su Family tonight was most likely a trap set by Huang Chen and the others.

Big Sister-in-law had seen that this battle was unavoidable and that they were destined to clash with the Ten Thousand Sword Sect Disciples, which was why she appeared to help.

Since they were going to kill anyway, instead of hiding in the mansion, she might as well come out and meet her 'old friends'.

Facing the Su Family members brimming with Killing Intent, Huang Chen sneered, not taking them seriously.

An Eighth-Rank Qi Refining Family, with the strongest Cultivator being only a Mid-stage Qi Refining Cultivator. He alone could slaughter the entire Su Family.

Although Wei Yan's appearance was indeed unexpected, as long as he held her back, the Su Family's fate would not change.

With the Su Family's strength, they were simply no match for Tan Meng and the others.

"I'll deal with Wei Yan, the rest are yours," Huang Chen said indifferently.

Tan Meng and the others' faces showed cold smiles, and the Killing Intent of both sides collided like a tangible force, instantly igniting the tense atmosphere.

The moment Huang Chen's voice fell, Killing Intent erupted, and his figure shot towards Wei Yan like lightning, intending to entangle her.

Suddenly, a Sword Qi even colder than the moonlight abruptly tore through the night sky, striking towards Tan Meng and the others with a speed far beyond everyone's imagination, like a thunderbolt.

The Sword Qi streaked past Huang Chen, and he froze in place.

Su Xuanheng's sword strike was too fast! So fast that even afterimages were hard to catch!

Before Huang Chen could turn around to warn them, he heard several 'puchi' sounds from behind, the horrifying noise of blades entering flesh, and dazzling blood suddenly gushed out.

"Aaah!!!"

Screams rang out mournfully, accompanied by the dull thud of heavy objects falling.

Tan Meng and the others, who had just been sneering, were caught off guard, their vision only managing to capture the extremely fast Sword Qi.

The next moment, severed limbs flew, one person was almost cut in half at the waist, twitching in pain on the ground, and another's arm flew into the air, blood splattering onto Tan Meng's stiff face, a strong smell of blood instantly permeating the air...

All of this happened in a flash!

Whether it was Huang Chen, who was rushing towards Wei Yan, or the Ten Thousand Sword Sect Disciples behind him, who were preparing to slaughter the Su Family, their expressions instantly froze.

Confidence, disdain, and cruel smiles were replaced by astonishment and incredulous horror.

The air seemed to freeze at this moment, and everyone's movements paused for half a beat.

How is this possible?!

The intense shock and drastic change left the brains of these arrogant Ten Thousand Sword Sect Disciples blank.

Huang Chen was the first to recover. He had no time to ponder why this person's cultivation and swordsmanship were so powerful; his first thought was to immediately strike and kill Su Xuanheng!

Just as he was about to draw his sword at Su Xuanheng, Wei Yan's Sword Qi struck, forcibly stopping him.

"Didn't you say you were going to deal with me? Why are you trying to leave already?"

Wei Yan's voice carried a hint of mockery, and the Sword Qi she unleashed intertwined like silk threads into a net, blocking all of Huang Chen's escape routes.

Originally, Huang Chen had intended to entangle Wei Yan and let the Ten Thousand Sword Sect Disciples slaughter the Su Family, but he never expected the situation to completely reverse.

While resisting Wei Yan's Sword Qi, Huang Chen roared at Tan Meng and the others, who were still in a daze: "Snap out of it! Form a Sword Formation and kill him!"

But no sooner had he spoken than Su Xuanheng's Sword Rainbow rose again, its light piercing the throats of two Disciples, blood mist spraying like rain, the Sword Qi flashing so fast that everyone found it hard to catch.

Just as someone conjured a Spell or Talisman for defense, An Ziyao, blazing with crimson flames, directly crashed into the crowd. Wherever his saber aura swept, severed limbs flew, and Magical Artifacts shattered into pieces.

Su Xuanxiao stepped on lightning, holding a lightning spear, and plunged into the crowd. Countless lightning bolts and electric snakes spread out in a ring, and the Ten Thousand Sword Sect Disciples' Sword Formation could not be completed, as they were all blasted into charcoal by the lightning.

The sight before her made Tan Meng's face turn pale.

The three young Su Family Cultivators were like butchers carving melons and vegetables; the Ten Thousand Sword Sect Disciples were simply no match for them, wantonly slaughtered like chickens and dogs.

At this moment, how could she still harbor any thought of resistance?

Only one thought remained in Tan Meng's mind: escape!

She frantically threw out several Talismans, forming hand seals to flee, but she ran into Su Xuanjing and Song Baiqing, who were encircling them.

Su Xuanjing casually tossed out a hundred Talismans, completely sealing off all escape routes for the Ten Thousand Sword Sect Disciples.

Not only that, Tan Meng also noticed a Formation rising behind Song Baiqing and the others! The Su Family not only wanted to kill all of them, but also used a Formation to isolate the sounds of battle here, so they would die silently, unknown to the outside world!

Seeing no way out, the fear of death instantly seized Tan Meng's heart.

Her face drained of color, she shrieked: "Wait! I swear on my Dao Heart not to reveal anything from today, please, Su Family, spare my life!"

Saying this, she knelt directly on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly to Su Xuanjing and the others.

"I'm innocent, the mastermind is Huang Chen, he coveted the Su Family's Spirit-Attaching Technique, I even tried to dissuade him at the time..."

Puchi!

Before Tan Meng could finish her sentence, her neck felt a chill, and her vision suddenly spun.

With a dull thud as she hit the ground, she saw a familiar but headless corpse.

Then, her vision went black, and she completely lost consciousness.

Su Xuanheng's face was expressionless, and he casually flicked the blood from his sword.

He would not listen to any explanations. Since they dared to attack the Su Family, there was only death!

Huang Chen and Wei Yan were fighting with swords, and he clearly heard Tan Meng's words. At the same time, he knew that the Ten Thousand Sword Sect Disciples were about to be completely wiped out.

But his heart was completely unmoved. Neither Tan Meng's lies to save her life by betraying him, nor the screams of his fellow Disciples dying one after another, could stir the slightest ripple in his heart.

Since he embarked on the path of the Cultivation World, his heart had become completely cold.

He was ready to be betrayed by his fellow Disciples at any time, and he was also ready to betray and sacrifice his fellow Disciples at any time.

Isn't that how the Cultivation World is? Mutual betrayal, schemes and intrigues, endless fun!

Huang Chen's sword moves became increasingly furious, like a torrential storm, unleashing a hundred sword shadows with sharp, piercing howls.

Wei Yan's movement technique was as graceful and agile as a willow in the wind. Her swordsmanship was sometimes slow, sometimes fast, her Sword Qi like silkworm threads, precisely coiling, guiding, and deflecting the rain-like sword shadows, using softness to overcome hardness and blocking them all.

Suddenly, her figure closed in like a ghost, her long sword transforming into a cold stream of light that slashed across Huang Chen's chest, leaving a trail of blood.

Huang Chen's sword shadows came to an abrupt halt, and he retreated several steps.

He looked down at the sword wound on his chest, his hand gripping the sharp sword trembling slightly.

"There isn't such a variation in the Wan Jian Sect's swordsmanship, is there?"

Huang Chen sneered coldly: "Shangguan Ji really hid her trump cards, not teaching them to ordinary Disciples like us."

The sounds of fighting behind him gradually ceased, and he understood that victory was decided, feeling only absurdity and ridicule in his heart.

If he had merely been defeated by Wei Yan, he could accept being inferior in skill, and at worst, he would lead his fellow Disciples to temporarily retreat and plan for the future.

But all the Ten Thousand Sword Sect Disciples were dead, like a group of ants casually crushed, with no chance of making a comeback.

He had severely underestimated the Su Family's strength and overestimated his fellow Disciples' strength.

What a bunch of trash!