674: Chapter 674 Just kill him.

This thought overwhelmed everything else.

He didn't even dare to utter a single threat, nor did he care about his dignity as an Immortal Sovereign. He even forgot his purpose for coming here; his eyes were fixed solely on the figure standing quietly atop the mast.

In the next moment, under the horrified and completely uncomprehending gazes of all onlookers, including those of the Azure Profound Sect...

This Immortal Emperor Han Chi, who just a moment ago had a surging Aura and intended to seize the treasure and exterminate the sect in one fell swoop, suddenly spun around. He poured his entire life's cultivation, along with his burning imperial blood, into his legs... No, he used it all to flee for his life!

"Screech—!"

The speed at which he tore through space was more than ten times faster than when he arrived!

His entire being transformed into a distorted, blurry streak of light, desperately hurtling toward the depths of the Void Realm in the opposite direction of the qing ming boat and that white-clad figure!

"..."

The entire battlefield fell into an unprecedented and eerie silence.

The wind stopped, the sounds ceased, and even the permeating bloodlust and energy aftershocks seemed to freeze at this moment.

The expressions on the faces of the Hundred Immortals Alliance members froze—shifting from the ecstasy of an Immortal Sovereign's arrival and a desperate reversal to extreme bewilderment and confusion as the Immortal Sovereign suddenly turned and fled for his life as if he had seen a ghost.

The supreme Immortal Sovereign we invited was preparing a grand move after being repelled by a beam of light...

Why did he, after just one look at the figure on the mast of the qing ming boat, act as if he'd seen a ghost, not even daring to resist before bolting?

Who exactly is that figure?

Even the Azure Profound Sect's side was completely stunned.

Everyone who had just been on high alert, preparing to face the wrathful strike of an Immortal Sovereign, was now dumbfounded.

Shi Wanshan scratched his head, his face full of questions: "What kind of fit is that old geezer throwing?"

The several Old Ancestors also stopped their hands and looked at each other, their eyes filled with doubt.

They naturally saw Xiao Bai, who had suddenly appeared on the mast, but they didn't know Xiao Bai's specific battle record.

They only knew Xiao Bai was incredibly powerful, but surely not to the point where an enraged Immortal Sovereign would flee for his life after just one glance?

Isn't this a bit too exaggerated?!

Immortal King Mo Chen was covered in blood. Holding his dripping immortal sword, he stared blankly in the direction where Immortal Emperor Han Chi had disappeared, then stiffly turned his head to look at the blurry white-clad figure atop the qing ming boat's mast, his heart pounding wildly.

He suddenly felt that his previous act of submitting a 'letter of allegiance' might have been too conservative?

Immortal King Tian Chen's eyes were hollow, and he murmured unconsciously: "The Immortal Sovereign... ran away? Our Immortal Sovereign ran away..."

Just moments ago, they thought they could find life in a desperate situation, but in the blink of an eye, their final reliance was scared into a panicked retreat by an unknown figure. At this moment, all hope had completely collapsed.

At this bizarre moment when the whole field was dazed and even time seemed to freeze...

Atop the mast, Xiao Bai tilted his head slightly and looked toward the depths of the Void Realm where Immortal Emperor Han Chi was fleeing.

He didn't give chase; he just watched him tear through space quietly, as if looking at a bug destined to have nowhere to run.

Then, with a slight thought, an invisible message crossed the endless Void Realm, heading toward the former site of the Myriad Immortals Sect, which was now enveloped in a newborn Aura.

"Ji Mie, the people from the Wind and Snow Pavilion have crossed the line. Come and discipline your subordinate."

The message was sent, and almost in the next instant, an even deeper and colder intent traced back through the invisible connection to Xiao Bai's location.

And like a final judgment, it crashed directly into the terrified depths of the fleeing Immortal Emperor Han Chi's Sea of Consciousness!

"Crossed the line?"

"For daring to interfere in the affairs of the Main Sect, just slay him."

The intent was plain, without a ripple of emotion, yet it carried an unquestionable absolute authority, like a decree from the Heavenly Dao, pronouncing his end.

Immortal Emperor Han Chi, who had already mostly escaped into the spatial rift, suddenly froze. That boundless fear was abruptly replaced by an extreme sense of absurdity and realization.

In his dilated pupils, a clear and despair-inducing chain was reflected:

"No—! Hundred Immortals Alliance... Wind and Snow Pavilion... Myriad Immortals Sect... Main Sect..."

Just what kind of despair-inducing zenith was that?

His last trace of remaining consciousness let out a shriek mixed with endless absurdity, fear, and despair:

"So, it turns out my superior's superior is beating up my subordinate, and I..."

His voice and his consciousness fell together into eternal and endless darkness.

Poof—

Like a popped illusion, Immortal Emperor Han Chi's powerful body silently and completely dissipated into the most primal energy particles, returning to the world.

Not a single trace of his Aura or presence remained.

Before long, in the Void Realm, the Aura belonging to Immortal Emperor Han Chi vanished without a trace, leaving not even a ripple behind.

Xuan Yangzi and the others felt a stir in their hearts, instantly understanding that Immortal Emperor Han Chi had fallen.

Xiao Bai withdrew his gaze as if he had merely brushed away a speck of dust.

Looking at the silent scene before him, he said faintly: "You guys continue!"

Then he turned around, his figure slowly fading away, disappearing from the spot as effortlessly as he had arrived.

The entire battlefield fell into an unprecedented and absolute silence.

The wind stopped, the sounds ceased, and even the permeating bloodlust and energy aftershocks seemed to quietly subside under that invisible deterrence from a higher level.

On the qing ming boat, Xuan Yangzi and the various Old Ancestors stood in silent solemnity, looking toward the Void Realm where Xiao Bai had disappeared, their eyes a mix of shock and awe.

Below, the remaining Disciples and Elders of the Hundred Immortals Alliance, as well as the Immortal Kings like Tian Chen, Cang Xuan, and Shi Ji, were all like puppets whose souls had been snatched away.

They stared blankly at the place where Immortal Emperor Han Chi had vanished, the color drained from their faces, leaving only boundless confusion and a bone-deep chill.

An Immortal Sovereign, an Immortal Sovereign of the Wind and Snow Pavilion, is just gone like that? Scared away by a single look?

What kind of existence did they provoke?

"Clang."

No one knew who let go first, but a Magic Treasure fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

This sound was like the first domino to fall.

"Clang!" "Clang!" ...

More and more Disciples of the Hundred Immortals Alliance dropped their weapons and Magic Treasures, collapsing to the ground with hollow eyes, having lost all will to resist.

Even an Immortal Sovereign was wiped out like dust; what meaning did their resistance have?

Immortal King Tian Chen slowly closed his eyes, and two streaks of turbid bloody tears slid from the corners of his eyes.

The surging Immortal King Aura around him rapidly withered and dissipated like a deflated balloon.

Toward the direction of the qing ming boat, he slowly and with great difficulty bent the spine that once symbolized the supreme power of the Hundred Immortals Alliance. His knees buckled, and he knelt on the ground.

"The Hundred Immortals Alliance is willing to surrender."

"We beg your noble sect to forgive us for our crime of ignorance..."

His voice was hoarse and dry, every word taking all his strength.

As he knelt, the remaining high-level members of the Hundred Immortals Alliance—Cang Xuan, Shi Ji, and others—also collapsed and knelt one after another, like puppets whose strings had been cut.

Those who put up a last-ditch struggle felt despair, but after seeing the void at the end of that despair, all that remained was the most thorough submission.

The war of extermination had reached this point; there was no longer any suspense.

Xuan Yangzi stood at the bow of the boat, looking down at the kneeling masses of the Hundred Immortals Alliance. His gaze remained calm, though a hint of complexity flickered in its depths.

He slowly raised his hand, his voice spreading across the fields:

"Disarm them, seal them, and take inventory of the battlefield."

"Those who resist will be killed without mercy."

"Those who surrender will be handled according to the law."

"We follow the Sect Master's orders!"

A mountain-shaking response echoed once more, but this time, there was no longer any killing intent in it, only the solemnity and majesty of victory.

The Qingxuan Disciples, like an efficient war machine, began to methodically take over this region.

No one knew that at the moment of Immortal Emperor Han Chi's fall, a pitch-black figure stepped out silently from the Myriad Immortals Sect. Surrounded by a heart-stopping Power of Death, it was Ji Mie.

He looked indifferently toward the direction of the Wind and Snow Pavilion. With a movement, he tore through the Void Realm and disappeared from the world.

In the main hall of the pavilion, the Pavilion Master of the Wind and Snow Pavilion sat atop a frost chair. With the Origin of Ice flowing around him and a majestic expression, he was closing his eyes to regulate his breathing.

Yet, the moment Ji Mie stepped into the Wind and Snow Pavilion's territory, he snapped his eyes open. A flash of extreme terror crossed his eyes, his immortal power instantly stagnated, and even his breathing became cautious.

Ji Mie stepped into the main hall, and his Power of Death quietly spread, enveloping the entire Wind and Snow Pavilion within it.

The Pavilion Master's spine was stiff, and cold sweat soaked his robes. He didn't dare make a sound; only those trembling eyes betrayed the deep-seated fear and submission in his heart.

He could clearly feel that the figure possessed an absolute power that could crush him, and even crush the entire Wind and Snow Pavilion. With just a single thought, the pavilion could be completely annihilated.