181: Chapter 181 Silence, But Will You Still Laugh?

"Wuying, not bad, kid. I heard your Disciple, Little Xuanqing, slaughtered everyone during the 'Thousand Blood Rite'."

"Huh? I didn't even know that! Who did you hear that from?"

"You don't know yet? No way! The entire Shadow Gate is going crazy with the rumors! Little Xuanqing has only been on the island for an hour, and he's already slaughtered over 1,000 people! And his methods were extremely ruthless; the whole Shadow Gate is saying that Little Xuanqing is poised to become the number one assassin of the Shadow Gate in a thousand years!"

"Is that so? Heh heh..."

Wusheng's face was filled with gratification as he looked at the rolling sea of clouds in the distance and began to chuckle.

"Wusheng, you can actually smile? Damn! Really! It's been so many years, and this is the first time I've ever seen you smile! Let me tell you, you have to treat me to a drink. You kid, having trained such a good Disciple, you'll be able to enjoy a comfortable life from now on!"

As soon as the man in white finished speaking, suddenly! Warm blood, carrying a thick, metallic stench, sprayed directly onto his face. A black figure slowly emerged from the darkness!

Little Xuanqing appeared dressed in black, covered in blood, holding a dripping human head in his left hand and a Shadowless Long Blade in his right!

"Drip! Drip!" Blood continuously dripped from the severed neck of the head, hitting the stone and making a ticking sound.

Zhuihun was completely stunned! The Wusheng who had been chatting and laughing with him just a moment ago had turned into a headless corpse, and there was even a look of gratification on Wusheng's bloody head!

The air was thick with the stench of blood, permeated with a metallic, raw odor that filled his nostrils! Zhuihun felt a chill run down his spine, and cold sweat instantly broke out on his back!

Even though he had killed countless people and was a cold-blooded assassin, he was stunned by the scene before him! From that day on, the Shadow Gate lost one assassin named Wusheng and gained a "Living Yama"!

In fact, the higher-ups of the Shadow Gate had long ago told Immortal Master Xuanqing about Wusheng's massacre of the entire Chao family, wanting to use Immortal Master Xuanqing's hand to kill Wusheng!

The reason was simple: Wusheng had felt compassion and didn't kill Little Xuanqing, breaking the rules of the Shadow Gate. Does an assassin organization without rules have any reason to exist?

Therefore, Wusheng had to die. The higher-ups of the Shadow Gate ultimately used Immortal Master Xuanqing to kill Wusheng, and took the opportunity to let Immortal Master Xuanqing replace Wusheng as the "Living Yama"!

In this way, the Shadow Gate not only preserved its rules but also gained a sharper blade: the "Living Yama"!

However, after his successful revenge, Immortal Master Xuanqing did not find relief; instead, he felt even more pain. Although he hated Wusheng in his heart, he had long regarded him as his own father!

Therefore, he wore the Killing God Jade Pendant that his master had worn before his death all year round. It was stained with his master's blood, making him feel that his master was still by his side, bringing him a trace of peace and stability.

Suddenly! A white figure flashed in front of Immortal Master Xuanqing. The white figure left several afterimages in the air. "Clang!" A crisp sound of metal friction rang out, and the man in white drew the Flying Sword from his back!

The man in white suddenly exerted force from his waist, spinning a dozen times in the air, and slashed out three thousand-foot waves of Immortal Qi, hacking fiercely towards the five-hundred-foot ghost head blade!

"Boom!" The massive impact made Immortal Master Xuanqing's eardrums vibrate violently, throbbing with pain! A white energy wave of several hundred feet spread out from the point of impact, kicking up towering dust clouds!

The five-hundred-foot ghost head blade was sliced into several pieces, turning into a pool of black ink that splashed onto the ground, kicking up dust everywhere.

The man in white stepped back, his calves tensed into perfect streamlined shapes, and he suddenly exerted force from his feet, shooting towards the thousand-foot headless ghost corpse like a cannonball!

The man in white twisted his wrist, flourished his Flying Sword, and after flashing past the thousand-foot ghost corpse with several afterimages, he flashed back to shield Immortal Master Xuanqing.

"Clang!" As the metallic sound of impact rang out, the Flying Sword was precisely sheathed back into the scabbard on the back of the man in white!

The thousand-foot headless ghost corpse, under the bewildered gaze of Immortal Master Xuanqing, shattered into pieces with a roar, eventually turning into black ink and spilling all over the ground! The land for several hundred feet was instantly stained a pitch-black ink color!

The man in white carried a white Flying Sword on his back, his white battle robe flapping like a war flag, and the word "Xiaoyao" was written on his back in large, wild, blood-red cursive script! That's right! The person who arrived was none other than the Shu Mountain Sword Immortal, Carefree Master!

Carefree Master had just arrived at the southern region of the Taixu Realm with the Disciples of Xiaoyao Peak of Shu Mountain, only to see Immortal Master Xuanqing on the verge of death, about to be slain by the headless ghost corpse wielding the ghost head blade!

Carefree Master immediately drew his Flying Sword, left a few afterimages in the air, and flashed in front of Immortal Master Xuanqing to save him.

"Xuanqing, are you alright?" "Do I look like I'm alright?" Immortal Master Xuanqing coughed heavily twice, spat out another mouthful of blood, then rolled his eyes back, kicked his legs, and fainted dead away.

"Sigh, if you're hurt, you're hurt. Why do you have to faint just to show me?"

Suddenly! Ghost mist filled the air again. Hundreds of skeleton warriors wielding blades and swords, exuding the pressure of the Nascent Soul Realm, charged out from the ghost mist, leaving several afterimages in the air as they attacked Carefree Master!

Carefree Master's calf muscles tensed into a perfect streamlined shape, and he suddenly exerted force from his feet, creating a rustling sound against the ground, and charged towards the hundreds of skeleton warriors like a cannonball!

"Clang!" A crisp sound of metal friction rang out as the Flying Sword left its sheath. Carefree Master twisted his wrist, flourished an immortal white sword flower, and flashed through the skeleton army, leaving several afterimages.

"Clang!" As the metallic sound of impact rang out, the Flying Sword was precisely sheathed back into the scabbard on Carefree Master's back! Carefree Master stood with his arms crossed, his back turned to the skeleton army. "Three, two, one!"

After Carefree Master counted to three, the hundreds of charging skeleton warriors of the Nascent Soul Realm instantly turned into pools of black ink. With hundreds of "splat!" sounds, the battlefield fell into instant silence, leaving only the sound of Carefree Master's robes flapping like a war flag!

Suddenly! Carefree Master moved again! His entire figure turned into several white afterimages as he charged towards Ancestor Dan Yunzi of the Danqing Sect!

It must be said that the foundation of the six great sects of the Central Plains is deep. Not only is the number of their Disciples four times that of the Cultivators in the Taixu Realm, but their cultivation levels are generally one major stage higher, and their Magic Treasures and Talismanic Incantations are the best of the best.

It can be said that since the war began, the situation on the battlefield has been one-sided. Of the 50,000 Cultivators in the Taixu Realm, 30,000 had already died in less than two hours! That's right! War is just that cruel!

Moreover, this is a war between the six great sects of the Central Plains and the Taixu Realm! Just as the Cultivators of the Taixu Realm were on the verge of total collapse, white figures, stepping on Flying Swords, tore through the clouds and mist in the night!

"Shu Mountain! It's the Shu Mountain Cultivators!" "It really is Shu Mountain! It really is the Cultivators from Shu Mountain!"