180: Chapter 180 The Enemy Approaches Qingqiu! A mouth full of benevolence and righteousness, but a belly full of thieves and prostitutes!

The night sky was like ink, and the wild wind howled.

A massive Frost Dragon tore through the clouds, pushing its speed to the limit, like a bolt of white lightning streaking across the sky.

On the Dragon's back, the atmosphere was so oppressive that it was suffocating.

Su Yang sat cross-legged at the very front, his eyes slightly closed, with no Spiritual Qi fluctuations radiating from his body.

But everyone could clearly feel a hair-raising, tangible Killing Intent lingering around this man.

Even the Frost Dragon beneath his feet, Little White Strip, sensed its master's rage and did not dare to breathe, racing desperately toward the east.

"Master."

Lin Lang hesitated for a long time before finally bracing herself and walking forward.

"Qingqiu Mountain is three thousand li away from the capital. Even if the Frost Dragon flies at full speed, it will take half an hour."

"Since the Alliance to Slay Yao is led by Mount Shu and Longhu Mountain, this matter is definitely not trivial."

"The Sect Leader of the Mount Shu Sword Sect, Sword Without Limit, is a long-renowned Sword Cultivator at the Nascent Soul Late Stage, decisive in killing. The current Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain, Zhang Zhengyang, is even more proficient in the Zhengyi Sect's thunder techniques, with unfathomable strength."

Lin Lang took a deep breath and poured out all the intelligence she knew.

"The most terrifying thing is the Divine Artifact they brought out—the haotian mirror."

"This mirror can condense the light of the great sun and instantly erupt with power capable of burning mountains and boiling seas. As long as one is locked by the mirror's light, even an old monster at the Nascent Soul Peak will instantly be reduced to ashes."

Su Yang slowly opened his eyes.

There were no emotional fluctuations in his pitch-black eyes.

"Are you done?"

Lin Lang bit her lip and nodded.

"I just wanted to remind Master not to face the edge of the haotian mirror head-on later. We can break through from the periphery first, rescue the people, and leave."

"Rescue the people and leave?"

Su Yang sneered, a cruel arc curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Daring to besiege my wife's maternal home—if I just rescue the people and leave, wouldn't that make me seem like I have no temper?"

Su Yang flipped his wrist and took out several pieces of top-grade Ore radiating dazzling light from the thunder god storage ring.

"Purple Cloud Iron, Heavenly Thunder Stone."

A ball of pure golden flame rose in Su Yang's palm. The extremely tyrannical Pure Yang True Fire instantly melted these incredibly hard ancient divine materials into a ball of liquid metal.

"Mary, bring the daggers."

Mary immediately walked forward and handed over two silver blades specifically for a Vampire.

Su Yang flicked his fingers repeatedly. The liquid metal, as if it had a life of its own, instantly covered the surface of the silver blades, forming a dense row of sawtooth-shaped thunder patterns on the edges.

"This is the Armor-Piercing Thunder Pattern."

Su Yang threw the brand-new daggers to Mary.

"Later, whenever you encounter those wearing a taoist robe, whether it's their Protective Aura or top-grade inner armor, just stab them. One strike, and even a Golden Core will shatter."

Mary took the daggers, feeling the terrifying destructive power coming from the blades, and a bloodthirsty red light flashed in her azure eyes.

"Thank you, Boss! Today, I will definitely suck dry the blood of this group of hypocrites!"

Su Yang looked at the Qing Dynasty female zombie standing to the side.

"Chu Ling."

"Although you are no longer afraid of thunder, the Sword Qi of Mount Shu is quite troublesome."

Su Yang directly dragged out a several-meter-long thunder god rib from his space. He gripped both ends of the bone with both hands and exerted force suddenly.

Crack!

The hard rib was snapped in two.

Su Yang used Pure Yang True Fire to quickly smelt it, forging it into a bone shield radiating a pale golden luster, which he directly fitted onto Chu Ling's left arm.

"Take this as a shield. Whoever dares to hack at you with a Flying Sword, use this shield to smash their head."

"Understood!"

Chu Ling stroked the divine bone shield on her arm, Battle Intent boiling in her dead-gray eyes.

"Alright."

Su Yang stood up, the wild wind causing his clothes to snap loudly.

"Get ready to work."

"Today, I will have this group of so-called prestigious Sects completely erased from this world."

...

Meanwhile.

In the east, Qingqiu Mountain.

The former Holy Land of the Yao Race, once like a fairyland on earth, had now completely turned into a slaughterhouse.

More than half of the seventy-two surrounding peculiar Peaks had been razed to the ground.

The originally lush, thousand-year-old trees had all turned into charcoal in the raging fires. The clear streams were stained a shocking dark red by blood.

All over the mountains and plains, there were fragmented corpses of fox demons everywhere.

There were little foxes that had just been born, as well as multi-tailed demon foxes that had revealed their huge original forms.

And on the core main Peak of Qingqiu Mountain.

A huge nine-colored hemispherical barrier was struggling to hold on in the night sky.

This was the Mountain-Protecting Grand Formation passed down by the Qingqiu Fox Clan for over ten thousand years—the [Nine-Tailed Heavenly Illusion Formation].

But at this moment, this layer of light screen was covered in dense cracks, like glass about to shatter, its light flickering on and off.

Inside the barrier.

Hundreds of surviving fox demons collapsed on the plaza.

The vast majority of them were young and beautiful women, but at this moment, they were all in rags and covered in blood.

To maintain the Formation so it wouldn't break, they had exhausted their last bit of Yao power, even burning their own life Origin.

"Grand Elder... the Formation is about to collapse..."

A fox demon girl with a severed arm cried in despair.

On the high platform in the center of the plaza, an elderly woman with white hair sat cross-legged.

Behind her swayed seven tattered fox tails, and blood kept overflowing from the corner of her mouth, clearly suffering from extremely serious internal injuries.

She stared fixedly at the cracked barrier overhead, her eyes full of grief, indignation, and determination.

"Even if it can't hold, you must hold it!"

The Fox Clan's Grand Elder's voice was hoarse, yet it revealed an unshakable will.

"The Saintess is currently Awakening her Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox Bloodline in the Forbidden Ground. This is our clan's only hope for revival in ten thousand years!"

"As long as the Saintess awakens, these despicable human Cultivators outside will all have to die!"

"Even if we drain the last drop of blood, we must never let them step half a step onto the main Peak!"

Hearing the Grand Elder's words, the fox demons below, who had been in despair, once again forced themselves to stand up and poured their remaining life force into the Formation.

However.

The scene outside the barrier made one feel deep despair.

The sky had been completely obscured by countless dense Flying Swords, spirit boats, and various Magic Treasures.

A full ten thousand human Cultivators surrounded the entire main Peak, leaving no escape.

These people were wearing the taoist robe of different Sects, each looking like an immortal with extraordinary Aura.

But the eyes with which they looked at the fox demons inside the barrier revealed undisguised greed and lewdness.

"Tsk tsk, the fox demons of Qingqiu Mountain are truly well-deserved. Any one caught is a stunning beauty."

"Haha, as soon as the Formation breaks, all the male demons will be skinned and deboned to refine Magical Artifacts, and all the female demons will be taken back to be used as cauldrons for Dual Cultivation!"

"It is said that there is a Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox Awakening inside? If we can drain her ancient essence blood to use for Alchemy, we will definitely be able to achieve Ascension in broad daylight!"

Greedy discussions rose one after another.

What "upholding justice for heaven," what "slaying demons and eliminating devils."

In the eyes of this group of so-called righteous Cultivators, Qingqiu Mountain was not a lair of demons at all, but a treasure vault piled with riches, waiting to be slaughtered and looted!

At the very front of the army.

A giant sword dozens of meters long floated in mid-air.

Standing on the giant sword were two elderly men with unfathomable Aura.

The person on the left wore white clothes, with sword-like eyebrows reaching into his temples, surrounded by extremely sharp Sword Qi, as if he could easily cut through the surrounding space.

He was none other than the Mount Shu Sword Sect Leader—Sword Without Limit!

The person on the right wore a purple-gold taoist robe, holding a snow-white horsetail whisk, with a beard hanging to his chest. He looked kind and benevolent, but between the opening and closing of his eyes, faint thunder light flashed.

He was the current Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain—Zhang Zhengyang!

These two represented the absolute Peak combat power of the current Huaxia Cultivation World.

And above their heads, a bronze ancient mirror with a diameter of over ten meters floated quietly.

Although the mirror surface was simple and unadorned, it radiated a destructive Aura that made one's Soul tremble.

The Mount Shu Sect-Protecting Divine Artifact—the haotian mirror!

Sword Without Limit looked down from above at the Fox Clan's Grand Elder struggling below, his cold voice spreading throughout the scene.

"Old fox, stop making futile struggles."

"The Nine-Tailed Demon Fox is a demonic star that brings disaster to the world. Once it appears, it will surely cause suffering to all living things. We are complying with the Heavenly Dao and have come specifically to slay this monster."

"Now, withdraw the Formation and hand over the demonic star. Considering that Heaven has the virtue of cherishing life, I might consider leaving a glimmer of survival for your Fox Clan."

Hearing these high-sounding words, the Fox Clan's Grand Elder was so angry that she spat out another mouthful of blood.

"Bah!"

The Grand Elder pointed at Sword Without Limit in mid-air and cursed loudly.

"Sword Without Limit! Stop putting on a hypocritical act and spouting benevolence and morality!"

"You bunch of beasts in human clothing, aren't you just coveting our clan's Saintess's Bloodline, wanting to draw blood for Alchemy?!"

"Your bellies are full of deceit and debauchery, yet you dare to use the pretext of complying with the Heavenly Dao! My Fox Clan has never stepped out of Qingqiu for ten thousand years; when have we ever harmed the living beings of the world?!"

"Today, even if we fight until the whole clan is shattered like jade, we will never let you shameless scoundrels succeed!"

This bitter scolding made the expressions of quite a few Alliance Cultivators look a bit unsightly.

But Sword Without Limit did not feel ashamed at all; instead, his eyes became extremely cold.

"Stubborn and unyielding."

"Those who are not of my race must have a different heart."

"Since you are obsessed and won't repent, today, let Qingqiu Mountain be completely erased from this world."

Celestial Master Zhang, who had been resting with his eyes closed to the side, also slowly flicked his horsetail whisk.

"Amitabha. A monster is a monster, full of nonsense. Sect Leader Sword, no need for more words, let's do it."

Sword Without Limit nodded.

He quickly formed seals with both hands, and the massive Nascent Soul Late Stage Spiritual Qi within his body was injected into the haotian mirror above his head without reservation.

Hum—!

The ancient bronze mirror surface instantly lit up with dazzling golden light.

The Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi within a hundred-mile radius, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, frantically gathered toward the mirror surface.

A terrifying energy capable of destroying heaven and earth quickly formed in the center of the mirror.

Space was distorting, and even light was being swallowed.

The fox demons below watched this scene, their eyes completely losing their luster.

Facing the full-force strike of a Divine Artifact, the already tattered Formation absolutely could not stop it.

Qingqiu Mountain was finished.

"Ancestors above... this old woman is incompetent and failed to protect Qingqiu..."

The Grand Elder closed her eyes, and two lines of bloody tears flowed down.

"Destroy!"

Sword Without Limit shouted sternly.

Boom!

A destructive beam of light, dozens of meters thick, carrying the terrifying high temperature capable of burning mountains and boiling seas, shot out from the haotian mirror with a roar, heading straight for the nine-colored barrier below.

The speed of this light beam was too fast.

It was so fast that everyone thought they would see the scene of the Fox Clan being reduced to ashes in the next second.

However.

Just at this critical moment,

at the end of the horizon,

a violent Dragon roar that tore through the clouds suddenly came!

"Roar—!!!"

Immediately after.

A dark golden beam of light, even more violent than the haotian mirror's, mixed with Pure Yang True Fire and Purple Gold Divine Thunder, seemed to cross the limitations of space and smashed down directly from beyond the sky.

It struck the destructive beam shot out by the haotian mirror squarely.

Rumble!!!

The two energies capable of destroying heaven and earth collided violently in mid-air.

A visible shockwave, like a level-12 hurricane, instantly swept across the entire scene.

Tens of thousands of Cultivators were knocked off balance by this violent blast of air, and quite a few Disciples with low cultivation vomited blood on the spot, falling from their Flying Swords like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

"Who is it?!"

Sword Without Limit and Celestial Master Zhang's expressions changed drastically, staring fixedly at the center of the energy explosion.

In the sky full of smoke and dust.

A Frost Dragon radiating extreme cold slowly emerged.

The wild wind blew away the clouds and mist.

A young man wearing a black jacket, carrying a dark golden six-barreled heavy Magic Treasure in one hand, stood on the dragon's head.

His cold gaze swept over the ten thousand Cultivators in the scene, as if he were looking at a pile of dead people.

"Taking advantage of me not being home to try and kill my wife?"

Su Yang's finger was hooked on the trigger of the thunderfire gatling.

Killing Intent soared to the sky.

"Today, none of you old dogs will be able to live."