473: A single sword strike severed a half-step Mahayana cultivator, Lei Yan was terrified.

Nangong Bo gritted his teeth, forcibly circulating all the Dharmic power in his body.

With great difficulty, he resisted the pressure and walked out of the main hall step by step.

His figure blurred as he soared into the sky, eventually stopping a thousand feet in front of the nine dragon warship.

Facing the terrifying Aura that could tear apart a Divine Soul, Nangong Bo forced himself to stand tall.

He cupped his hands in a respectful yet neither humble nor arrogant salute toward the figure on the bow who looked like a God of Thunder.

"Nangong Bo of South Heaven City greets the Holy Land's envoy."

"May I ask what brings the envoy here on this grand visit?"

His voice, amplified by Dharmic power, spread throughout the entire immortal city and clearly reached True Man Lei Yan's ears.

However, on the bow of the ship, True Man Lei Yan didn't even lift an eyelid.

His gaze, which contained purple lightning, merely swept indifferently over the city below, as if looking at a lowly nest of ants.

He turned a deaf ear to Nangong Bo's question.

"This seat has no time for idle talk with the lord of such a remote small city."

The voice was cold, overbearing, and devoid of any emotion.

True Man Lei Yan slowly raised his hand, and in his palm, that ancient bronze treasure, the time mirror, quietly floated up.

"This seat has come for only one thing—"

"To uncover the truth behind the extermination of the Li Family, an affiliate of our Holy Land!"

The moment his voice fell, True Man Lei Yan flicked his finger, injecting a stream of pure Dharmic power into the time mirror.

Buzz—!

The bronze treasure trembled violently, the chaotic mist on the mirror's surface instantly dispersed, and a brilliant light erupted.

An immense light screen suddenly unfolded over South Heaven Immortal City, like a mirror spanning the sky.

Within the mirror, light and shadows shifted as countless scenes retreated rapidly.

Streets, buildings, figures... everything was rewinding at a speed difficult for the naked eye to catch.

One day, two days, one month, two months... finally, the time froze at three months ago, on the day the Li Family was wiped out.

The images on the light screen became incredibly clear.

All the Cultivators in the city, regardless of their cultivation level, looked up in horror, staring intently at the scenes in the sky.

They saw it.

They saw how Li Changfeng had set up a death trap and activated the grand array within the Li Family Manor.

They saw the Nine Heavens Enlightenment Pagoda and the white-clad figure within it that still inspired awe and fear in them.

Then, the scene shifted.

The earth cracked, and deep within the Li Family's Forbidden Ground, a terrifying Aura that made even the heavens and earth lose their color suddenly awakened.

The Li Family Old Ancestor, Li Xuancang.

When Li Xuancang's overwhelming Half-step Mahayana pressure appeared on the light screen...

Countless Cultivators in the city who had experienced that day once again recalled the fear of being dominated, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

On the nine dragon warship.

True Man Lei Yan saw Li Xuancang's figure and his genuine Half-step Mahayana Aura, and a cold smile appeared on his face.

The three hundred Thunder Department War Cultivators behind him also showed disdain.

"Hmph."

True Man Lei Yan let out a cold snort, his voice filled with contempt and mockery for the killer.

"An affiliate Family actually managed to produce a Half-step Mahayana; that's not bad."

"No matter how great the killer's abilities are, before a Half-step Mahayana, there is only the path to death!"

In his view, the outcome was already decided.

No matter who the killer was, facing the wrath of a Half-step Mahayana powerhouse, there was no possibility of survival.

His arrival today was merely a formality to confirm the identity of the killer.

Then he would seize their Divine Soul, bring it back to the Holy Land, and cast it into the Nine Nether Thunder Prison as a warning to others.

However.

Just a moment after his confident words fell.

The scene on the light screen suddenly changed!

In the image, the white-clad figure who had been sitting cross-legged on the ninth floor of the Nine Heavens Pagoda slowly stood up.

Facing Li Xuancang's terrifying pressure that could suppress an entire city, he didn't even frown.

Facing Li Xuancang's strongest attack, the Xuanhuang Finger, which was launched by burning his dao body and Divine Soul with everything he had, the figure merely raised the sword in his hand with an expressionless face.

Then, he swung it casually.

"Dao Slash."

These two words clearly echoed between heaven and earth through the light screen.

There was no earth-shattering roar, no world-destroying fluctuation.

Only a faint, almost negligible grey Sword Qi quietly swept past.

The Xuanhuang Finger's light, which had made even Nangong Bo feel despair, was instantly extinguished upon contact with the grey Sword Qi.

Like melting snow, all the Laws and Origins contained within it were completely erased, returning to nothingness.

Next, the white-clad figure in the image formed a sword with his fingers.

He made a casual stroke toward the Li Family Manor below.

A Chaos Sword Qi flashed and vanished.

Then, within the Li Family Manor, the hundreds of thousands of Cultivators—men, women, young, and old, regardless of cultivation level...

Their bodies and Divine Souls were precisely annihilated at the same instant.

Yet the Mortals beside them, the plants beneath their feet, were not affected in the slightest.

"..."

"..."

Dead silence.

Not a sound could be heard.

On the nine dragon warship, the three hundred murderous Thunder Department War Cultivators...

At this moment, they were like they'd been struck by lightning, each one dumbfounded, their mouths hanging open wide enough to fit a Flood Dragon egg.

The disdain and arrogance on their faces had long since vanished, replaced by a shock and terror that reached their very marrow.

And True Man Lei Yan, standing at the bow, had the cold smile on his face freeze instantly.

His pupils shrank to the size of pinpricks the moment he saw that grey Sword Qi.

An indescribable chill rushed from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

He felt his blood stop flowing at that moment, and every pore on his body was screaming of danger.

His body began to tremble violently and uncontrollably.

Not out of anger, but from the deepest level of fear rooted in biological instinct.

He stared fixedly at the white-clad figure on the light screen, his throat feeling as if it were being squeezed by an invisible giant hand, becoming incredibly dry.

He wanted to roar, he wanted to question.

But in the end, all that escaped from between his teeth was a series of intermittent murmurs filled with endless horror and absurdity.

"One... one sword..."

"Slashed... slashed a Half-step Mahayana?!"

"How... how the fuck... is this possible!"

What did he just see?

The strongest strike of a fellow Half-step Mahayana powerhouse who had risked his life was wiped out by the opponent with a casual sword strike!

A hundred thousand Cultivators were exterminated by the opponent with a finger from a distance!

What kind of monster is this?

Is this really the power a Hedao Realm could possess?

Just as True Man Lei Yan's Divine Soul and mind were reeling in shock...

The images presented by the time mirror finally froze.

It froze on the eyes of Shen Yuanmo, which had happened to lift and look toward the sky after he sheathed his sword.

What kind of eyes were those?

Indifferent, calm, profound... as if they contained a newly born chaotic Universe, yet also as if they were empty, devoid of any emotion.

It was clearly just a false image replayed by the time mirror.

But the moment he met those eyes, True Man Lei Yan felt as if his Divine Soul had been struck hard by an invisible chaotic divine hammer.

He felt as if he were being truly watched by those eyes across three months of time and through infinite space.

Before those eyes, his so-called Half-step Mahayana cultivation and his status as a Holy Land Hall Master seemed so ridiculous and lowly.

"Pfft!"

A mouthful of blood sprayed from True Man Lei Yan's mouth without warning.

Under that single gaze, his Dao Heart actually shook violently, nearly collapsing on the spot.

He, the Hall Master of the Zixiao Holy Land's Law Enforcement Hall, True Man Lei Yan, the god of slaughter who had come to demand justice...

At the moment he saw the true culprit, he was so terrified that his Dao Heart became unstable!