92: Anyone not authorized to work at the Hall of Ten Thousand Killers shall die!

"Good!"

Cheers erupted from below the stage.

Iron Mountain put down his wine cup, wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth, and laughed loudly, "Old Monster Ling, I heard you're going to bring out that ancestral treasure for us to see? Don't hide it, hurry up!"

Willow Catkin also covered her mouth and smiled, "Yes, I've heard the name of the 'Surprising Swan' Spiritual Artifact for a long time. Today, I specifically came to see it."

Ling Weiyuan stroked his beard and laughed heartily.

"Since everyone is so enthusiastic, this old man will naturally comply."

His expression turned solemn, and he turned to face the Ancestral Hall behind him, bowing respectfully three times.

"Please bring out the Ancestral Artifact!"

As his voice fell.

Ling Yunzhi emerged from the Ancestral Hall, holding a long, rectangular Zitan Wood Box with a solemn expression.

He walked onto the high platform step by step, each step extremely steady.

Everyone's gaze was focused on the wooden box in his hands.

A Spiritual Artifact.

That was a treasure with a Tool Spirit, capable of autonomously protecting its master. Among those present, besides True Disciples of Sects like Wen Yuechan, other Cultivators, even those in the Middle Foundation Establishment Stage like Iron Mountain, only used top-grade Magical Artifacts.

Greed, envy, jealousy.

Countless emotions intertwined in the air.

Ling Yunzhi walked to Ling Weiyuan's side, knelt on one knee, and raised the wooden box high above his head.

"Grandson Ling Yunzhi respectfully requests Old Ancestor to open the box and display our Ling Family's Divine Might!"

Ling Weiyuan looked at his most beloved grandson before him, his heart filled with satisfaction.

There are successors.

He stretched out his withered hand, gently stroking the patterns on the wooden box, and a wave of interconnected magical power slowly infused into it.

Click.

The wooden box sprang open.

The wooden box sprang open.

A clear silver light, like the Moonlight from the Nine Heavens, suddenly illuminated. There was no dazzling red light; instead, a crisp sword cry, as if it could cleanse the Divine Soul, rang out, like ice springs hitting rocks, instantly calming the heat in the air.

A long sword, entirely silver-white, forged from ice and Moonlight, slowly floated in mid-air.

The sword body was slender and flowing, without flames swirling around it, yet around the silver-white sword body, ripples of cool light shimmered like water.

Light flowed over it, as if life was slowly breathing. A chill, not scorching but bone-chilling, quietly permeated the air, invigorating nearby guests and seemingly calming the restless magical power within their bodies by a few points.

Spiritual Artifact, Surprising Swan!

"Good sword!" Iron Mountain slammed the table and stood up, his eyes wide open, not concealing the covetousness within them.

Willow Catkin's beautiful eyes also shone with brilliant colors.

Only Wen Yuechan remained seated, unmoving.

But her face turned extremely ugly at this moment.

Not because of this sword.

But because at the moment this sword was unsheathed, causing fluctuations in the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, she heard a unified scream from the surrounding vegetation.

Death!

It was the desperate wail of tens of thousands of plants facing imminent destruction.

Something is wrong.

The Earth Qi here... is flowing in reverse!

Wen Yuechan suddenly stood up, the teacup in her hand inadvertently crushed to pieces.

"Fairy Wen, what's wrong?"

Willow Catkin, who was beside her, noticed her abnormality and asked in surprise.

Wen Yuechan did not answer. Her gaze was fixed on Ling Yunzhi on the high platform.

The young man, who had always appeared humble and respectful, was now bowing his head, maintaining the posture of kneeling and holding up the wooden box.

But in Wen Yuechan's special perception, Ling Yunzhi's aura was undergoing a drastic change.

The originally peaceful and orthodox Xuanmen Magical Power instantly transformed into disgusting, pitch-black Evil Qi.

"Be careful!"

Wen Yuechan's clear shout had just left her lips.

On the high platform, an unexpected change occurred.

Ling Weiyuan was immersed in the illusion of Family glory, reaching out to grasp the floating 'Surprising Swan' sword.

Just as his fingers were about to touch the sword hilt.

Ling Yunzhi, kneeling at his feet, suddenly raised his head.

On that handsome face, where was there any trace of gentleness and respect?

There was only extreme distortion, ferocity, and madness.

"Old man, die!"

Ling Yunzhi roared, his hands not grabbing the Spiritual Artifact, but forming an extremely bizarre Black Seal, which he fiercely pressed onto Ling Weiyuan's Dantian Qi Sea.

This attack had been planned for a long time.

This attack also burned away most of his vital blood and Lifespan.

Pfft!

The unprepared Ling Weiyuan was sent flying like a rag doll.

Blood splattered across the sky. This Late Foundation Establishment Stage powerhouse, who had intimidated the Eastern Wilderness for a hundred years, didn't even have time to let out a scream before he heavily crashed into the Ancestral Hall behind him, his life unknown.

This scene happened too fast, too suddenly.

So fast that no one had time to react.

The greed on Iron Mountain's face had not yet faded, and Willow Catkin's wine cup was still suspended in mid-air.

The entire plaza fell into a deathly silence.

Only the 'Surprising Swan' sword, having lost control, let out a mournful whimper, falling from mid-air. Its silver-white blade was obliquely embedded in the hard bluestone floor, its brilliance concealed, its chill slightly diminished.

"Hahahaha! Hahahahaha!"

Ling Yunzhi stood in the center of the high platform, looking at his blood-stained hands, letting out a burst of frenzied laughter.

He suddenly pulled out a pitch-black Formation Flag from his bosom and fiercely plunged it into the Formation eye beneath his feet.

"All of you, go to hell!"

Rumble!

Lingyun Peak trembled violently.

The Mountain-Protecting Grand Formation, originally enveloping the peak to defend against external enemies, was now operating in reverse.

The originally auspicious aura instantly dissipated, replaced by endless black and red Evil Qi, gushing forth from underground.

The Ling Family disciples maintaining the Formation didn't even have time to let out a scream before they were drained of their vital blood by the backlashing Grand Formation, turning into dried corpses.

"Demonic Cultivator! It's a Demonic Cultivator!"

"Damn it! This kid is crazy!"

"Run!"

The plaza instantly erupted into chaos.

Iron Mountain, the quickest to react, roared, his body radiating golden light, and was about to soar into the sky.

However, the sky had already changed color.

A thick, blood-red light barrier, like an inverted giant bowl, completely sealed off Lingyun Peak.

Outside the light barrier, dozens of figures in black robes, with chilling auras, circled like vultures, coldly watching the trapped prey.

The leader, riding a White Bone Flying Boat and holding a Skull Staff, let out a cackling laugh.

"Wan Sha Hall at work, unrelated personnel, die!"

With his command, countless streams of black Demonic Flames and Poisonous Evil Qi poured down like a torrential rain, fiercely striking the crowd in the plaza.

Blood, severed limbs, screams.

The originally festive birthday banquet, at this moment, devolved into a living hell.

Wen Yuechan summoned a green Flying Sword, cutting down a ball of Demonic Flame that was attacking her.

She looked at Ling Yunzhi, who was like a madman on the high platform, and then at the rampaging Wan Sha Hall Demonic Cultivators in the sky, a trace of despair flashing in her clear eyes.

Inside and outside collusion, trapping the turtle in a jar.

This was a death trap for everyone.

Meanwhile, on the summit of a barren mountain a hundred miles away from Lingyun Peak.

A seemingly ordinary rock trembled slightly.

Inside the rock, Gu Changsheng slowly opened his eyes, looking at the blood-red light barrier rising in the distant sky, his face devoid of any expression.

"The show has begun."