587: Chapter 587 Liu Tingfeng's Death

This filled him with immense joy, and he even wanted to immediately extract the world origin of this realm.

However, just as he was about to act, it suddenly occurred to him: a world with such extraordinary foundations, able to exist peacefully within Chaos without being enslaved, must have its own remarkable qualities.

Despite being at the Peak Earth Immortal Realm, Shen Hanchuan dared not rashly step into the Xuanhuang Great World to investigate, nor did he dare to act recklessly and risk disturbing it.

Being cautious by nature, he immediately made a decision: first, return to the Chengyun Immortal Domain, the closest to the Xuanhuang Great World.

On one hand, he secretly reported the information about the Xuanhuang Great World to the Hundred Immortals Alliance, requesting that stronger reinforcements be sent.

On the other hand, he sought to control this Immortal Domain, turning it into a stable stepping stone.

His forces were insufficient, so he could only proceed through gradual infiltration. Unexpectedly, the arrival of the Azure Profound Sect Disciples completely disrupted his plans.

Xuan Yangzi took a deep breath, a sharp chill surging in his eyes.

"What a fine Hundred Immortals Alliance..."

"Pity, they miscalculated two things."

He raised his gaze, looking towards the top of the qing ming boat where Xiao Hei still lazily curled up, then swept it over the collapsed forces of the three allied factions below:

"They shouldn't have underestimated the strength of the Azure Profound Sect. And even more so, they shouldn't have set their sights on the Xuanhuang Great World."

The Immortal Lord lying on the ground had now completely lost all value.

His Divine Soul was shattered, his consciousness obliterated, like a dead dog.

Xiao Hei didn't even glance at him again, merely flicking the tip of his tail. A wisp of faint black energy landed between the Immortal Lord's brows.

The Immortal Lord's Physical Body instantly turned to dust, not a single trace left behind.

As if that claw, that pull, that soul search earlier were nothing more than casually crushing an insect that didn't know its place.

The moment the Immortal Lord's Physical Body vanished, the entire area once again fell into deathly silence, even the sound of the wind seeming to freeze.

The Cultivators of the three allied factions lay prostrate on the ground, their foreheads pressed against the rubble.

Their entire bodies trembled like candles in the wind, not even daring to breathe heavily, fearing they would be the next to turn to dust.

Xuan Yangzi stood at the prow of the qing ming boat, his gaze sweeping over the scene like ice blades, finally settling on Shen Hanchuan, who lay collapsed on the ground, his face ashen.

His sword still lay on the ground. After that piercing, sharp sound, no one had picked it up again.

This Peak Earth Immortal Realm expert, special envoy of the Hundred Immortals Alliance, the formidable leader who just moments ago commanded the three allied armies with high spirits...

Now resembled a piece of lightning-struck deadwood, frozen in place, lips pale, without even the strength to swallow his saliva.

Xuan Yangzi's voice was icy and piercing, devoid of any fluctuation, yet it pierced through all the dead silence, each word striking the hearts of everyone present:

"Shen Hanchuan, Vanguard of the Hundred Immortals Alliance, deserves death ten thousand times over!"

Shen Hanchuan shuddered violently, his head jerking up, his eyes filled with terror and pleading. He scrambled, kowtowing frantically towards the direction of the qing ming boat.

His forehead bled profusely from the impact: "Spare me! I beg you, spare my life! I know I was wrong, I'll never dare again!

I am willing to betray the Hundred Immortals Alliance, pledge allegiance to you, tell you all the secrets I know! I beg you, let me keep this wretched life of mine!"

At this moment, not a shred of the arrogance of a Peak Earth Immortal Realm expert remained. His former high spirits had completely vanished, replaced only by a bone-deep fear of death.

With the Immortal Lord dead, his backing had completely crumbled. He didn't even dare harbor thoughts of resistance. Only begging for mercy remained, clinging to the desperate hope of preserving his life.

Shi Wanshan, carrying his spiked club, leaped to the edge of the qing ming boat, cursing angrily, his booming voice causing loose rocks on the mountainside to rumble down:

"Spare your life? You're not even worthy! When you were acting so arrogantly earlier, did you ever think about today? Now you know to beg for mercy? Too late!"

Before the words fully faded, Xuan Yangzi had already raised his hand. A sharp, fierce golden Immortal power condensed at his fingertip, overwhelmingly powerful, aimed directly at the space between Shen Hanchuan's brows.

Shen Hanchuan's pupils constricted violently, scared Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering. He instinctively tried to circulate his Immortal power to defend himself, but under the slightest pressure of Xiao Hei's imposing aura bearing down on him, he couldn't muster even a shred of Immortal power.

He could only watch helplessly as the golden Immortal power instantly pierced through his defenses, directly stabbing into the space between his brows.

There was no earth-shattering roar, only a faint whimper. Shen Hanchuan's body stiffened abruptly.

The pleading on his face instantly froze, then transformed into boundless lifelessness. The light in his eyes was completely extinguished, and the Immortal power surrounding him instantly dissipated.

The cultivation of the Peak Earth Immortal Realm, under Xuan Yangzi's single strike, was utterly destroyed—both Divine Soul and Physical Body extinguished. His body slowly turned into a wisp of blue smoke, dispersing in the wind.

Shen Hanchuan was slain, the Immortal Lord was killed!

The successive fall of two powerful experts completely shattered the last psychological defenses of the three allied factions.

No one dared harbor the slightest hope anymore. No one dared to secretly hold onto disloyal thoughts. Everyone lay prostrate on the ground.

Not even having the courage to lift their heads, only despairing submission remained.

Xuan Yangzi raised his hand, suppressing the surging Battle Intent of the Azure Profound Sect Disciples. His voice remained icy:

"Shen Hanchuan and the Immortal Lord are dead. Today, this Sect Master gives you one final chance—"

His gaze slowly swept over the Cultivators of the Myriad Beast Mountain, the Heavenly Sword Pavilion, and the Xuan Yin Sect, each word clear and distinct:

"Those willing to submit to the Azure Profound Sect, lay down your weapons, step forward, and receive the Soul-Seizing Mark. Your past offenses will not be pursued;

If any dare to stubbornly resist or harbor disloyal thoughts, whether they are Sect Masters or ordinary Cultivators, all will be executed without exception, leaving not even a chicken or a dog alive!!"

"I surrender! I am willing to submit to the Azure Profound Sect!"

As soon as Xuan Yangzi's words fell, the Sect Master of Myriad Beast Mountain was the first to scramble to his feet.

Kneeling below the qing ming boat, he kowtowed repeatedly, his face full of sycophancy and reverence:

"This subordinate is willing to offer all the Spiritual Veins, exotic beasts, and treasures of Myriad Beast Mountain to Your Excellency.

This subordinate and all Disciples of Myriad Beast Mountain are willing to receive the Soul-Seizing Mark, pledging loyalty to the Sect Master unto death, without a second thought!"

With the Sect Master of Myriad Beast Mountain taking the lead, the remaining Cultivators no longer dared to hesitate. They all laid down their weapons, scrambling to rise and kneel on the ground, shouting in unison:

"We are willing to submit to Your Excellency! We pledge loyalty to the Sect Master unto death!"

The Sect Master of the Xuan Yin Sect's face alternated between green and pale. Though unwilling at heart, he deeply understood that resistance now meant certain death.

The Sword Cultivators of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion, though somewhat stubborn, also understood that the tide had turned.

In a matter of moments, tens of thousands of Cultivators from the three factions had all knelt in submission. Not a single person dared to resist.

Xuan Yangzi's gaze slowly swept over the crowd of kneeling people, finally settling on Liu Tingfeng among them.

Liu Tingfeng shuddered violently, his scalp tingling, a chill shooting straight to the crown of his head.

He instinctively wanted to lower his head and shrink his body, but he couldn't escape that gaze sharp as a blade.

"Liu Tingfeng."

Xuan Yangzi spoke lightly, his voice not loud, yet it caused Liu Tingfeng's legs to give way, collapsing directly to the ground.

"When Shen Hanchuan entered the domain, you were the first to bow and pledge allegiance, willingly becoming his lackey, running errands for him.

"Someone like you, keeping you around would only sully the eyes."

Liu Tingfeng's face turned ashen. He kowtowed frantically: "Sect Master, spare me! I..."

"No need for more words."

Xuan Yangzi casually waved his hand. A strand of Immortal power swept past.

There was no scream, no struggle. Liu Tingfeng died on the spot, his Divine Soul utterly extinguished.