710: Chapter 711 The Immortal Emperor Dies!

Su Hanzhou's indifferent words, like ten thousand years of cold ice, instantly froze the space around Immortal Emperor Ziyan and Sword Emperor Wuji, and also froze their last trace of hope.

Their hearts sank sharply, and a chill rushed from the soles of their feet straight to their heavenly spirit build.

They could clearly feel that the aura of the middle-aged Cultivator holding the longsword had firmly locked onto them, like the sharpest sword tip.

“Su… Saint Su…”

Immortal Emperor Ziyan swallowed with difficulty, enduring the humiliation and fear, forcing out a smile uglier than crying.

“I wonder what other instructions Saint has? Saint Chu of Taixuan Immortal Palace has already retreated. Can today's matter… be settled here?

My Ziji Imperial Dynasty will certainly restrain its disciples in the future and will never trouble these young Fellow Daoists again.”

Sword Emperor Wuji also quickly cupped his hands, his posture extremely low: “Exactly, exactly! There were many misunderstandings before, truly caused by the deception of villains like Tianluo and Ghost Fog!

Please, Saint Su, show mercy. My Wuji Sword Sect, from top to bottom, will be eternally grateful!”

At this moment, they no longer possessed any of the Immortal Sovereign's prestige; they only wanted to escape as quickly as possible.

Blood feuds and Face were insignificant compared to their lives.

Su Hanzhou didn't even give Taixuan Immortal Palace any Face, forcing Chu Yungui to leave in disgrace. Killing them, two “local tyrant” Immortal Sovereigns, would probably be just a thought for him.

“Misunderstanding?” Su Hanzhou's lips curled into a cold arc, his eyes devoid of any warmth.

“Yes, Saint Su! It was all a misunderstanding. Ignorance is no sin. It was our blindness that offended the Saint's prestige!”

Sword Emperor Wuji also echoed repeatedly, cursing the deceased Immortal King Sword Venerable and others a thousand times in his heart.

“Ignorance is no sin?”

Su Hanzhou gently shook his head, his gaze sweeping over the scarred Purple Miasma Mountain below, and the not-yet-fully-calmed auras and injuries on Xiao Ruobai and the others. His tone remained indifferent.

“Unfortunately, my Myriad Immortals Sect has always acted without asking for reasons, only caring about results.”

He paused, his gaze falling on Immortal Emperor Ziyan: “Your Ziji Imperial Dynasty first coveted the treasures of the Secret Realm, and then used your power to suppress and besiege those I protect.”

“You tell me…” Su Hanzhou’s voice suddenly turned cold, like a chilling wind from the Nine Netherworlds, “How should I deal with you?”

Upon hearing this, Immortal Emperor Ziyan and Sword Emperor Wuji's Faces instantly turned ashen, and their bodies felt cold.

They heard the undisguised killing intent in Su Hanzhou's words!

“Saint Su, spare my life!” Immortal Emperor Ziyan could no longer care about the dignity of an Imperial Dynasty lord, and said anxiously.

“I am willing to offer half of the Ziji Imperial Dynasty's treasury, only begging the Saint to spare my life! The Imperial Dynasty is willing to honor the Myriad Immortals Sect as supreme and pay tribute every year!”

Sword Emperor Wuji also hastily said: “My Wuji Sword Sect is also willing! All our precious collections are at the Saint's disposal! We only ask the Saint to show us mercy!”

The remaining defeated soldiers behind them were already Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering from fright, falling to their knees, kowtowing incessantly, and wailing for mercy.

However, Su Hanzhou's eyes were like an ancient cold pond, without the slightest ripple.

“Too late.”

He softly uttered two words, as if pronouncing the final verdict.

The moment his voice fell, the sword-holding middle-aged man behind Su Hanzhou moved.

The longsword in his embrace was unsheathed, and with a gentle flick, it pointed towards Immortal Emperor Ziyan and Sword Emperor Wuji.

“Ching—!”

A silent, gray thin line, as if transcending the boundaries of time and space, flashed across the terrified, wide-open eyes of Ziyan and Wuji.

There was no earth-shattering roar, no dazzling light.

Only two faint sounds, like porcelain shattering.

The surging Ziji Heavenly Flame around Immortal Emperor Ziyan, Sword Emperor Wuji's fierce and soaring peerless Sword Intent, along with their expressions of utter horror.

And the protective immortal essence and Dao principle barrier they had just condensed, attempting to fight to the death…

Under this single stroke, like words erased by an eraser, were silently severed in two from the middle.

The cuts were smooth as a mirror.

Not only their Physical Bodies, but also their Divine Souls, Dao fruits, and all traces of their existence, were completely annihilated and returned to nothingness as that seemingly understated gray thin line swept past.

Two Immortal Sovereign powerhouses who had dominated the Xuanqiong Immortal Realm and reigned for many years, vanished completely between heaven and earth, body and spirit destroyed, without even being able to let out a full scream.

The moment the gray thin line annihilated Ziyan and Wuji, its aftershock did not dissipate, but instead suddenly branched out and spread like it had a life of its own.

It precisely swept past the bodies of every Immortal King present who had shown killing intent towards Xiao Ruobai and the others, or had attacked them.

Puff, puff, puff…

A series of faint thuds, like ripe fruit falling to the ground.

Those Immortal Kings and Immortal Lord Peaks belonging to the various major forces didn't even have time to react; the horror on their Faces solidified completely, and then, along with their Divine Souls, they silently turned into ashes.

Only a few Cultivators who showed reluctance and had not truly made a move, luckily collapsed to the ground, their pants soaked, having narrowly escaped death.

After all this was done, those storage Magic Treasures that had just lost their masters, as if pulled by an invisible hand, silently disappeared into his sleeve.

Xiao Ruobai, Fang Hanyu, and the others, their pupils suddenly constricted, their hearts pounding.

Dead? Two Immortal Sovereigns, just like that?

Is this the power of the Myriad Immortals Sect? Is the Myriad Immortals Sect really this overbearing?

Su Hanzhou seemed to have done something insignificant, not even glancing at the dissipating smoke.

His gaze calmly turned to the remaining Cultivators, who were only at the Immortal Lord and Heavenly Immortal Realm and were now silent as cicadas in winter, his voice still indifferent:

“Scram!”

“Yes, yes, yes! We respectfully obey the Saint's decree!”

“Thank you, Saint, for sparing our lives!”

Those Cultivators who had narrowly escaped death were already scared out of their wits. Upon hearing these words, they felt as if they had received a great amnesty from heaven. How could they dare to hesitate for a moment?

They scrambled and crawled, not even daring to fly, but instead stumbled and dashed madly into the distance with their legs, wishing their parents had given them more limbs.

They were terrified that if they were a moment too late, the unpredictable fiend would change his mind and make them follow in the footsteps of Immortal Emperor Ziyan and the others.

In a blink of an eye, this core area of Purple Miasma Mountain, soaked in blood and the Dao Rhyme of destruction, had no living beings left except Xiao Ruobai's six and Su Hanzhou's group.

Until the last survivor's figure disappeared at the edge of their vision, only the howling mountain wind and the lingering energy ripples remained between heaven and earth.

In the air, Su Hanzhou retracted the terrifying aura around him, and the icy indifference on his Face, which could freeze all things, instantly melted away like snow under the sun.

In its place was a gentle, spring-like smile, even carrying a touch of appropriate youthful unrestraint and nonchalance.

He flickered, appearing about ten feet in front of Xiao Ruobai and the other six.

This distance, neither too far nor too close, neither made Xiao Ruobai and the others, who had just experienced a life-and-death struggle, feel oppressed, nor did it fully convey closeness and openness.

“Fellow Daoists, you've been startled.”

Su Hanzhou cupped his hands, his posture surprisingly low, completely lacking the arrogant “I am the only one under heaven and on earth” demeanor from just now. Instead, he resembled an elder brother from next door.

Xiao Ruobai and the others subconsciously took half a step back.

This seamless transition from a god of slaughter to a warm gentleman left them somewhat unable to react for a moment.