564: Chapter 564 The Earth Immortal Makes a Move

Lian Ying took a deep breath and, extremely slowly and gently, took half a step back.

At this moment, no one noticed her.

Everyone's gaze was frozen on those five figures.

She retreated another three steps.

Her fingertips quietly crushed a Space-Breaking Jade Talisman she had long hidden in her sleeve; this was her final life-saving trump card.

The moment the jade talisman shattered, a soft spatial fluctuation enveloped her.

In the next instant, her figure vanished from the spot like a bursting bubble.

What no one noticed was...

At the instant she disappeared, a wisp of grey Sword Intent, as thin as a hair and so faint it almost didn't exist, silently attached itself to the hem of her skirt.

Like dust, like catkins.

It was so light that even she herself was completely unaware of it.

It wasn't until Lian Ying's aura had completely vanished from the Treasure Pavilion that someone finally found their voice amidst the extreme horror.

That voice was dry and raspy, like a chicken being strangled by the throat:

“The You-Young Sect Master is dead...”

“Elder Yan is also dead...”

“The Young Lord of the Chiyang Sect has been killed...”

“How dare they?! This is Sunset City! This is the Chiyang Sect's territory!”

“Run! Run! People from the City Lord’s Mansion will be here any second! People are going to die!”

Led by someone unknown, the crowd of Cultivators who had packed the third floor suddenly scattered in all directions.

Some stumbled and fell, some scrambled on all fours, and some jumped directly out of the windows.

Shelves were overturned, Restrictions flickered on and off, and the place was a total mess.

A transmission talisman from Myriad Beast Mountain transformed into a flying eagle, flapping its wings as it broke through the air.

A secret letter from the Xuanyin Cult sank into the earth veins, vanishing into the invisible.

The Sword Intent of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion condensed into a single line, piercing straight into the clouds.

Above Sunset City, clouds gathered at some unknown point.

They were not rain clouds.

They were countless crisscrossing, rising and falling Divine Thoughts, talisman lights, and spiritual messages, woven into an invisible net.

It completely shrouded this city, which had been silent for a hundred years.

“Let’s go,” Xiao Ruobai said flatly.

His tone was calm, no different from when they first entered the shop.

The five of them stepped over the blood, debris, and silence on the floor, passing through the door that still stood wide open.

They stepped onto the long afternoon street of Sunset City.

Behind them, someone finally squeezed out the words that everyone was thinking but dared not say:

“Sunset City is about to change.”

Barely the time it took to drink a cup of tea after Xiao Ruobai's group left the Treasure Pavilion, a scorching pressure ten or a hundred times more terrifying than Elder Yan Lie’s...

...erupted like a dormant volcano, soaring into the sky from the most majestic crimson palace in the center of Sunset City!

“What madmen dare to commit murder in Sunset City and kill the Young Lord and Elder of my Chiyang Sect?!”

The voice was like Nine Heavens thunder and fire, rolling in and instantly spreading throughout the entire city.

Countless Cultivators looked up in shock as a crimson streak of light tore through the sky; one moment it was in the city center, and the next it had violently descended over the Treasure Pavilion!

The light dissipated, revealing a majestic middle-aged man wearing a Red-Gold Python Robe and a high crown.

He stood suspended in the air, with no flames rising around him, yet the space he occupied was slightly distorted and scorching, as if he himself were a terrifying Great Sun that had fallen into the mortal world.

His aura was as deep as the sea and as fierce as the sun. Just a sweep of his gaze made the countless Cultivators below feel as if they had fallen into a fire hell, their Divine Souls on the verge of burning.

“It’s the Chiyang City Lord, Crimson Burning Heaven!”

“The Earth Immortal Realm! It’s a true Earth Immortal powerhouse!”

“The City Lord has arrived in person! Those people are dead for sure! No, they will wish they were dead!”

The entire city was shaken!

An Earth Immortal, in this Chengyun Immortal Domain Fragment, was an existence standing at the zenith, a giant who truly dominated the life and death of a region.

As the City Lord stationed in Sunset City by the Chiyang Sect, Crimson Burning Heaven presided over this place with formidable ferocity.

His reputation for 'Scorched Earth for a Thousand Miles' was built upon the bones of countless rebels.

With him taking action personally, in everyone's eyes, the outcome was already without suspense.

Crimson Burning Heaven's Divine Sense swept through the city like a storm, instantly locking onto the five figures who had not fled far but were instead walking unhurriedly along a main street.

His gaze fell upon Xiao Ruobai at the head of the group, the fury and killing intent in his eyes almost manifesting into substance.

“Junior, die for this Lord!”

Without any redundant words, Crimson Burning Heaven pressed down a palm from across the distance.

There were no flashy lights or shadows, only a hundred-zhang flame Great Handprint condensed entirely from the most concentrated Chiyang immortal essence.

It manifested out of thin air, blotting out the sky over half the street, and pressed down toward Xiao Ruobai's group with a terrifying power that could burn the heavens and boil the seas, suppressing everything!

Before the palm print even arrived, the terrifying pressure had already crushed and melted all the bluestones on the street below. The buildings on both sides creaked, their Formations flickered, and countless Cultivators collapsed to the ground, trembling uncontrollably.

This was the wrath of an Earth Immortal!

A single strike was enough to completely erase this block from the map!

The air around the five of them solidified like iron, and even breathing brought a sluggish, burning pain.

“Join forces!”

Xiao Ruobai shouted deeply, his Great Emperor's Imperial Dao Foundation quietly revealing itself as a faint golden glow covered his entire body.

His War God Body was activated to its full potential, and his fists condensed a solid and heavy Chaos Qi force as he faced the point where the palm print was most intense.

Fang Hanyu tapped his toes on the ground, and his long sword erupted with a chilling grey Sword Intent as Sword Qi soared into the sky.

It transformed into a several-zhang-long Sword Rainbow, slashing toward the wrist of the Great Handprint in an attempt to break its momentum and deflect its power.

Ling Xi's slender hands fluttered as her Devouring Dao Rhyme fully unfolded. A pitch-black vortex appeared in her palm, frantically devouring the Chiyang immortal essence radiating from the palm print.

Mo Yu and Wang Xiaopang were on the left and right. Mo Yu's body ignited with gold and red Qilin True Fire, which transformed into a flame shield blocking the side.

Wang Xiaopang crushed several Defensive Formation Talismans in his hand, and layers of pale green light barriers protected the five from behind.

The five of them combined their strength, their several distinct powers intertwining to strike the hundred-zhang flame Great Handprint!

“BOOM—!!”

With a world-shaking explosion, a shockwave expanded outward in a ring from the point of impact. The buildings on both sides of the street collapsed, and bricks and tiles flew through the air amidst the scorching heat.

The flame Great Handprint stalled for a moment.

But only for a moment.

The difference between an Earth Immortal and a Void Immortal was as vast as the distance between clouds and mud; it was an insurmountable chasm.

In the next instant, Xiao Ruobai's body shook violently as if he had been struck head-on by a ten-thousand-pound hammer. He was sent flying, smashing through the pillar of a roadside teahouse, sending wood chips and dust flying everywhere.

Fang Hanyu's Sword Qi pierced three inches into the palm of the handprint before being ground into fragments by the fierce fire essence.

He groaned and retreated seven steps, each step leaving spiderweb-like cracks in the ground. On the final step, he knelt on one knee, a trace of blood leaking from the corner of his mouth.

Wang Xiaopang and Mo Yu couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, staining the clothes on their chests red.

Their combined efforts had only deflected less than thirty percent of the power from the edge of the palm print.

The remaining seventy percent slammed entirely into the defense Ling Xi had raised.

Her figure swayed slightly, the bluestones beneath her feet shattered inch by inch, and she was forced back several steps by the pressure.

The five of them were all forced back by a single strike.

The moment they landed, they looked at each other, and all saw solemnity in one another's eyes.

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