111: Total destruction

The demon subduing cauldron was connected to the Divine Soul of the Demon Heaven Sect’s Great Ancestor, and the moment the Saint Weapon shattered, the backlash surged like a tsunami along the Divine Soul pathways.

He felt a sudden tightness in his chest, a metallic sweetness in his throat, and his internal organs felt as if they were crushed by an invisible giant hand; even his scream was stuck in his throat.

Before he could fall, Little Black’s scarlet vertical pupils suddenly constricted, and a faint black aura shot out from its sharp beak, precisely piercing through his glabella.

The last trace of ferocity in the Old Ancestor’s eyes instantly dissipated, and the flame of his life, like a candle flame extinguished by a strong wind, completely died out on the scorched earth.

The Blood Soul Sect’s Old Ancestor met an even more tragic end.

Little Black lightly flapped its wings, and faint black sound waves swept across the blood soul banner like sharp blades. The vengeful spirits on the banner, which had once torn apart the Divine Souls of countless Cultivators, suddenly seemed to be choked by an invisible giant hand. Before they could even let out a distorted shriek, they turned into wisps of black smoke and dissipated.

The dark red banner pole snapped in response, itscross section showing black marks from the sound wave’s scorching, and at the same time, a violent spiritual power storm erupted.

The surrounding Demonic Cultivator Disciples had no time to dodge and were torn to shreds by the storm. Even the rock wall on the west side of the valley was shaken, creating cracks hundreds of feet deep.

Seeing this, he was Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering and turned to try and escape by activating his spiritual power, but just as he took a step, the lingering power of the sound wave brushed past his shoulder.

Half of his body, as if corroded by strong acid, instantly turned into ashes. The remaining half of his body crashed heavily to the ground, his fingers futilely clawing at the dirt, and finally, in despair, he completely lost his life.

The remaining three Old Ancestors were completely terrified.

The Demonic robes of the two Demon Heaven Sect Old Ancestors were torn in half in their panic, revealing skin still stained with their companion’s blood. They frantically rushed out of the valley on their flying Magical Artifacts, unable to even distinguish directions.

But Little Black merely slowly raised its bird claw and, with a grab in mid-air, an invisible force instantly locked onto their bodies, clutching these two King Realm Peak powerhouses in its palm like crushing ants.

With a crisp “crack,” the sound of bones breaking clearly echoed through the valley. Before the two could even utter words of plea, their bodies were annihilated in the claw, and even their Divine Souls were scorched to ashes by the black flames swirling around the claw’s tip, leaving not even a wisp of a remnant Soul.

The last Blood Soul Sect Old Ancestor, seeing no escape, a hint of madness flashed in his eyes. He clenched his fists tightly, and the blood-colored spiritual power around him surged uncontrollably. A burning sensation, indicating an imminent explosion, faintly emanated from his Dantian.

But Little Black’s eyes merely turned cold, its sharp beak slightly parted, and a condensed black beam of light instantly shot out, precisely piercing through his Dantian.

The explosion caused by the uncontrolled spiritual power was as weak as a candle flame before the beam of light, failing to even create a ripple, let alone harm a single feather on Little Black.

Finally, a sky full of blood mist dispersed over the scorched earth, leaving only a vague bloodstain, proving that this Old Ancestor had once existed.

After dealing with the five Old Ancestors, Little Black’s scarlet vertical pupils slowly rotated, its gaze precisely locking onto Mo Luo, the Sect Master of Demon Heaven Sect, and Xue Wushang, the Sect Master of Blood Soul Sect, who were trembling in the crowd.

Mo Luo’s whole body was in disarray with Devilish Qi, and his original arrogant demeanor was completely gone.

He looked at the corpses of Old Ancestors and Disciples scattered everywhere, at the shattered remains of Demon Heaven Sect’s Saint Weapon scorched by black flames, and only endless regret remained in his mind. If he had known the two’s trump cards were so terrifying, he would never have dared to provoke them!

The five King Realm Old Ancestors, hundreds of elites, and the demon subduing cauldron, the Sect-protecting Saint Weapon, accumulated over countless years by the Sect, were destroyed in three breaths. The Foundation of Demon Heaven Sect was completely severed, and he, the Sect Master, had become a complete and utter sinner!

Xue Wushang stared intently at Little Black, his eyes filled with terror and unwillingness.

The Blood Soul Sect’s blood soul banner was shattered, its Old Ancestors were dead, and its elites were gone. The Blood Soul Sect now had lost all its heritage and had become a lamb to the slaughter.

He wanted to escape, but his legs felt as heavy as if filled with lead. Little Black’s gaze was like a tangible shackle, firmly pinning him in place, preventing him from even moving a finger.

Just as the two were engulfed by fear, Little Black moved.

It flapped its wings violently, its figure transforming into a black shadow that swept across the sky, moving so fast that its trajectory was unclear.

Mo Luo had just intended to activate his last trace of Devilish Qi to escape when he felt a chill on his neck, and a faint black claw mark instantly appeared. Before he could even let out a scream, his head rolled to the ground, his eyes still retaining unscattered regret.

Seeing this, Xue Wushang completely collapsed, losing even the courage to detonate his Dantian. He turned and tried to burrow into the dense forest.

But how could Little Black give him a chance?

Its sharp beak slightly parted, and a black beam of light shot out again, precisely hitting his back.

Xue Wushang’s body stiffened abruptly, his spiritual power instantly dissipated, and he fell heavily to the ground, completely losing his breath.

The entire process took no more than three breaths.

The five King Realm Peak Old Ancestors, two Sect Masters, and two Sect-protecting Saint Weapons, along with their elite Disciples, who once struck fear into the hearts of various Sects in Xuan Province, were thus annihilated.

After dealing with Mo Luo and Xue Wushang, Little Black’s scarlet vertical pupils slowly scanned the crowd on the outskirts of the valley.

That gaze carried a pressure originating from the Soul, like an ancient Vicious Beast looking down on ants, instantly freezing all the Cultivators present, making them afraid to even breathe heavily.

Yun Canghai of Myriad Law Pavilion subconsciously held his breath, his green bamboo staff pressed firmly against the ground, his knuckles turning white from the exertion.

He had seen Great Saint Realm powerhouses from the Central Domain Holy Land take action, but he had never felt such terrifying pressure. Little Black’s casual glance almost caused the spiritual power in his body to stagnate, and he didn’t even dare to entertain the thought of circulating his Cultivation Technique.

The Grand Elder beside him was even worse, cold sweat streaming down his forehead, his legs trembling slightly. If he hadn’t forcefully supported himself, he would have long since knelt on the ground.

Lie Tianxiong of Burning Heaven Palace was half-supported, half-assisted by two Disciples, yet he still couldn’t help but shrink behind the Disciples, the purplish-blue bruise on his head particularly conspicuous under the sunlight.

He looked in Little Black’s direction, a bitter taste in his throat. His previous hatred for Xiao Ruobai and Fang Hanyu had long been replaced by fear.

At this moment, he only had one thought: he absolutely must not be targeted by this ancient ferocious bird, otherwise, his life might not even leave a trace.

The Loose Cultivators were even more scared to the point of Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering. Many simply collapsed to the ground, covering their mouths tightly with their hands, not daring to even whimper.

A young Loose Cultivator was just about to quietly crawl backward when the rustling of the grass he disturbed instantly attracted Little Black’s attention.

The Loose Cultivator stiffened, his face as pale as paper, his body frozen as if by ice, unable to move. Tears streamed down uncontrollably, and he couldn’t even squeeze out words of plea.

Little Black merely gave him a faint glance before retracting its gaze, making no further movement.

But this brief gaze made the Loose Cultivator feel as if he had received a great pardon. He lay on the ground, panting heavily, his back already drenched in cold sweat.

The entire valley fell into a dead silence, with only the “whooshing” sound of the wind blowing across the scorched earth and the occasional roar of a Yao Beast from afar, but no one dared to be Divided Soul by it.

Everyone knew that if Little Black decided to act, no one present would survive. The five King Realm Old Ancestors and two Sect Masters couldn’t even last a single breath. These Cultivators, in front of Little Black, didn’t even have the right to resist.