766: Chapter 767 Sword in White Robes!!!

The white light grew increasingly intense, and his figure began to turn illusory and transparent; in the next second, he would step into the spatial passage and escape completely.

At this critical moment, life and death hung in the balance!

Just at the instant when half of Chu Yungui's body was about to submerge into the spatial rift, a clear, cold sword hum suddenly pierced the deathly silence.

Clang—!

A cold glint suddenly appeared, fast to the extreme, fast enough to defy vision!

No one saw when Fang Hanyu moved, and no one captured the trajectory of his sword being drawn.

The long sword at his waist was unsheathed by an inch, and a gray, silent, and annihilating Chaos Sword Intent, like a meteor piercing through time and space, silently tore through the spatial barrier.

This sword strike did not cut the Physical Body, nor did it cut the barrier; it struck directly at the Divine Soul within the teleportation!

The sword light pierced through the Void Realm gap, ignoring spatial obstacles, and landed precisely into that white teleportation light stream that was rapidly moving away.

At this moment, Chu Yungui had already left the Heavenly Tablet Space and was inside the cross-region teleportation passage.

He had thought he had escaped, and just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, that trace of dead, cold Chaos Sword Intent suddenly eroded his Divine Soul and Meridians.

Bone-chilling, annihilating, crumbling.

Intense pain swept through his Divine Soul in an instant, ten thousand times more painful than the tearing of his Physical Body.

From within the passage came a shrill, dying roar that pierced through space, the voice hoarse and twisted, carrying endless hatred and unwillingness:

"Sword White Robe—!!!"

Each word was enunciated clearly, filled with bone-deep resentment, resounding within the teleportation Law.

The moment the roar subsided, Chu Yungui's body stiffened violently, and the light in his eyes instantly extinguished.

His Divine Soul shattered, and his life force was completely extinguished.

The person was dead, but the teleportation had not ended.

The Law of the life-saving jade talisman continued to operate stubbornly, faithfully executing the original command. The white light wrapped around a cold, lifeless corpse, along with that final roar, crossing ten thousand miles of the Void Realm and vanishing instantly from the Ancient God Burial Plain.

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Billions of miles away, Taixuan Immortal Palace, Saint's Great Hall.

The towering and magnificent Saint's Great Hall was solemn and dignified, with white jade paving the floor and immortal mist swirling around. The stone pillars inside were carved with thousands of immortal patterns, bathed in spiritual light all year round, quiet and sacred.

Several white-haired Elders were sitting in the hall, their eyes fixed on the heavenly pride list above the Void Realm canopy.

The list's flowing light rotated; their Taixuan Immortal Palace Saint, Chu Yungui, had already entered the top one thousand, his ranking slowly climbing, and everything seemed to be going well.

Suddenly, a blinding white light erupted in the center of the Great Hall, space fluctuated violently, and a piercing hum resounded through the hall.

All the Elders subconsciously raised their eyes, their gazes converging.

But before the white light had dissipated and while the spatial ripples were still oscillating, a shrill, dying roar that pierced the Void Realm abruptly exploded from the depths of the halo, echoing in the sacred and solemn Great Hall.

The voice was bone-chillingly resentful, filled with endless unwillingness and monstrous hatred, so shrill that it made one's scalp tingle.

The expressions of all the Elders in the hall changed drastically, the spiritual light around them slightly disordered, their brows tightly furrowed, and a sense of ominous chill suddenly rose in their hearts.

"What happened?"

"Is this the Saint's scream?"

Everyone was filled with doubt and uncertainty, a cold premonition enveloping their hearts.

No one knew what kind of tragic slaughter had occurred in the depths of the Ancient God Burial Plain, but the despair in that roar could not be faked at all.

In the next instant, the blinding white light slowly faded, and the halo across the sky completely dissipated. In the center of the Great Hall, there was no spirited and proudly upright Taixuan Saint.

Only a stiff, cold corpse lay on its back in the center of the array.

Chu Yungui's skin was as pale as paper, his whole body bone-chillingly cold, his hollow pupils unfocused and devoid of light. The extreme terror and bone-deep resentment from before his death were permanently frozen on his face.

His black brocade robe, exclusive to the Saint, was not stained with much dust, yet his life force was completely severed, and his Divine Soul was destroyed.

The entire Saint's Great Hall instantly fell into a deathly silence.

In the silence where a pin drop could be heard, a bone-chilling cold spread along the floor, quietly crawling up the spine of every Elder.

The roar of those three words still lingered in the Void Realm of the Great Hall, the echo reverberating, each word like a knife, carved into everyone's heart.

Sword White Robe!!!

A black-robed Elder in charge of punishment, with a solemn face, slowly stood up, his voice dry and hoarse as he looked down at the cold, stiff corpse in the center of the formation.

"The Saint... has fallen."

Another white-haired Elder's voice trembled, uttering this fact in disbelief.

And in this form, having his Divine Soul precisely destroyed during the teleportation triggered by a life-saving jade talisman, and having the corpse "sent" back to the Saint's Hall... Unheard of!

"That roar, Sword White Robe! It was that Cultivator named Sword White Robe who committed this vicious act!"

The leading Grand Elder's beard and hair stood on end. With one step, he arrived in front of the teleportation array, his withered fingers stroking Chu Yungui's cold corpse. When his fingertips touched that trace of annihilating, chaotic, and indestructible Sword Intent remnant, his whole body trembled violently.

"What a ruthless Sword Dao! What an overbearing penetrating power! It can actually cross the teleportation Law and destroy the Divine Soul from across space!"

"Sword White Robe..."

He suddenly looked up, shooting out cold light like shattering destruction from his eyes, his voice resonating through the Great Hall:

"This hatred is irreconcilable! Pass down the order! Issue a wanted notice for Sword White Robe throughout the entire Immortal Domain! Regardless of what faction they are from or what their status is, once discovered, kill them without mercy! After the heavenly pride list ends, my Taixuan Immortal Palace will exhaust the entire palace's strength to tear these two into ten thousand pieces, to comfort the Saint's spirit in heaven!"

The voice rolled like thunder, the killing intent soaring into the sky, shaking the clouds of the Nine Heavens.

The monstrous rage of the Taixuan Immortal Palace was ignited, completely sealing the fate of Xiao Ruobai and his group.

Meanwhile, at the Ancient God Burial Plain, beside the ruins of the ancient hall.

That quasi-Holy Son, who was already scared out of his wits, took advantage of the gap while Chu Yungui was being teleported and everyone's attention was focused in the distance, and gritted his teeth to crush his own life-saving jade talisman.

"I want to live, I want to go back..."

Just as the white light bloomed, a look of wild joy at surviving a disaster appeared on his face.

But in the next second, Ling Xi's eyes turned cold, her fingers moved slightly, and a tiny but extremely condensed black light, faster than the spatial fluctuation, instantly pierced through the white light and the protective immortal power.

"Puff."

The quasi-Holy Son couldn't even let out a scream; his body was directly burned to ashes by True Fire, and the teleportation white light that was just about to form suddenly dissipated, leaving only a faint spatial ripple.

Want to leave? Since you dared to hide on the side and spy with malicious intent, you must have the resolve to die.

Xiao Ruobai walked forward slowly, bent down and flicked his sleeves; the two dao seeds left by Chu Yungui and the one dao seed from the quasi-Holy Son simultaneously fell into his palm.

The three spiritual lights were warm and moist, with Dao Rhyme flowing. Added to the seven left by Xia Wudao earlier and the seven obtained by Mo Yu from killing the six-person team, all were now in his possession.

A total of seventeen dao seeds!

Mo Yu received seven, Fang Hanyu received four, Xiao Ruobai received three, and Ling Xi received three.

Almost at the same instant the dao seeds were obtained, above the canopy, the entire Heavenly Tablet Space trembled slightly.

The heavenly pride list, hanging high in the eternal Void Realm, suddenly erupted with blinding golden light!

At the very front of the list, the light flashed frantically, and the rankings began a earth-shaking transformation:

The names of Chu Yungui and his accompanying quasi-Holy Son had their light instantly and completely dim and vanish, permanently erased from the list!

Xia Wudao's name fluctuated violently, and the dao seed count behind it, originally as high as 7, was instantly cleared to zero!

His ranking fell like a meteor hitting the ground, from the dazzling position of being in the top twenty, plunging all the way down, instantly falling out of the top five hundred, his light so dim that it was almost impossible to find!

Mo Yu's dao seed count soared from 6 to 13! Her ranking forcefully broke into the top ten, occupying the ninth position!

Sword White Robe's dao seed count leaped from 6 to 10, and his ranking rose from the thirties, forcefully breaking into the top twenty, placing fifteenth!

Battle Asura and Azure Rakshasa's dao seed counts both increased to 9, both firmly occupying the top twenty, ranking eighteenth and nineteenth respectively!