433: Chapter 433 On the Verge of Eruption

In mid-air,

The boy's gaze was locked onto a falling corpse.

That was his only son, the child he had raised with his own hands and nurtured with care since he was small.

"No..."

The boy's pupils contracted sharply, his chest heaving violently as a metallic, fishy taste surged up his throat—

"Pfft—!"

A mouthful of fresh blood sprayed out.

At that very instant, Sect Master Lin Haotian moved.

A horizontal sword strike.

The sword light was silent and swift as lightning.

The boy didn't even have time to react before the sword light swept past his waist.

"Ssh—"

The boy's Physical Body was severed at the waist, and along with the Nascent Soul in his Dantian, it was instantly shredded by that Sword Intent.

The two halves of his corpse fell from mid-air.

Meanwhile,

In the sky,

Liu Jinfeng's mind was completely thrown into chaos at this moment.

What had she seen?

She did not want to think about it.

But Sect Master Jitian did not give her any chance to catch her breath.

One sword strike.

It was so fast that she had no time to defend.

Hum!

She was sent flying by that sword strike, crashing heavily onto the edge of the plaza, blood spraying wildly from her mouth.

Fortunately, the defensive Magic Treasure on her body lit up in time, blocking the most fatal blow for her.

But she could no longer get up.

On the other side,

In the starry sky.

Liu Tianci's gaze pierced through layers of the Void Realm, landing on those falling corpses.

He had lived for thousands of years and had seen more life and death than anyone else.

Yet at this moment, his hand still trembled slightly.

Just for a moment.

But Sword Nameless, opposite him, had already caught this sliver of an opening.

The previously evenly matched situation began to tilt.

Liu Tianci's mind was completely chaotic and panicked.

His offensive was gradually being suppressed.

And on the plaza,

None of the people from the various major forces of Ziyang Star showed any joy.

Because they knew—what this meant.

The Liu Clan had no more scruples.

No one dared to imagine what would happen next.

Everyone had Magic Treasures and teleportation talismans in their hands, all preparing for the worst.

Only you sat there, your expression as calm as a bystander watching a play.

You hadn't expected the Dragon to actually successfully raid their home.

The Liu Clan really didn't learn their lesson.

The last time the Liu Clan Territory was destroyed, it was while Liu Qingtian was leading a team to participate in the Holy Land Grand Competition.

That time, he was so angry that his Dao Heart nearly became unstable, and it took him several years to recover.

This time, it was even worse; he was sitting in Ziyang Immortal City, watching helplessly as his Liu Clan clansmen were slaughtered and his home was raided again.

Come to think of it, one couldn't really blame him.

The Liu Clan Old Ancestor, Liu Tianxing, had been permanently stationed at the Nine Heavens Heavenly Palace ever since healing from his injuries in the Liu Clan Territory.

Now, the strongest person on the surface of the Liu Clan Immortal Family was Liu Qingtian, who was at the Body Integration Stage.

And he happened to be presiding over the situation in Ziyang Immortal City this time.

And then—the home was gone again.

Twice.

The first time, he was not in the Liu Clan Territory.

This time, he was not in the Liu Clan Territory either.

Both times, they raided his home while Liu Qingtian was away.

Suddenly—

"Ah—!"

Liu Qingtian let out a heaven-shaking roar that exploded from above the main hall.

He stood there, his eyes bloodshot, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

Among those falling corpses were his children, his descendants, and the Bloodline of his Liu Clan.

He watched them with his own eyes, one by one, crashing down in front of him.

"Boom—!"

The terrifying pressure of the Body Integration Stage descended like divine punishment, crashing down!

Across the entire plaza, thousands of people felt their breathing hitch, their chests feeling as if crushed by a great mountain, making it almost impossible to breathe.

Liu Qingtian's gaze pierced through layers of the Void Realm, staring fixedly at a direction deep within the sky.

Flames of hatred burned in his eyes, and every muscle in his body trembled.

He gritted his teeth, forcing the words out through his clenched teeth:

"You—scoundrel—!"

His voice was not loud, yet it was like a poisoned blade, piercing through the deathly silence of the entire city.

The next second—

"Hahaha!"

A hearty, unbridled laughter came from above the sky.

The laughter was unbridled and wild, carrying the joy of thousands of years of repression, shaking the pavilions of the entire Ziyang Immortal City until they trembled slightly.

"Liu Qingtian!" The voice resounded through heaven and earth:

"When your Liu Clan annihilated my Dragon clan back then—did you ever think of today?!"

A Dragon shadow, thousands of feet long, slowly emerged from the Void Realm.

It coiled above the sky, blocking out the sun, its four sharp claws gleaming with cold light, its two giant eyes—one dark and one crimson—looking down at Liu Qingtian, who stood above the main hall, trembling all over.

"Your Liu Clan cut me into five pieces and suppressed me in the Liu Clan Territory—"

The voice continued, carrying bone-deep hatred and an irrepressible sense of satisfaction:

"Did you ever think there would be such a day?!"

"In these thousands of years, I have never felt as comfortable as I do today!"

"Hahaha! How satisfying!" The Dragon shadow roared at the sky, its voice shaking the surroundings.

On the plaza, everyone looked up.

The faces of the Ziyang Star Cultivators were filled with shock.

They had never seen such an existence—that aura, that pressure, that colossal beast that seemed capable of swallowing heaven and earth.

And those Liu Clan clansmen had forgotten to cry at this moment.

They stared blankly at the Dragon shadow thousands of feet long in the sky, staring at those two giant eyes like abysses, their bodies icy cold.

Liu Qingtian stood where he was, his hands clenched tightly, his body trembling uncontrollably.

He stared at the Dragon shadow, the rage in his eyes almost turning into substance.

Then, he spoke.

His voice was low, yet it clearly spread throughout the entire Ziyang Immortal City:

"Today—"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the Ziyang Star Cultivators on the plaza, over the trembling forces from all sides, and over the Liu Clan clansmen still kneeling before the corpses of their loved ones.

"I want everyone on Ziyang Star—to be buried with them."

As the words fell, he suddenly raised his hand, pointing at the sky:

"Everyone, hear my order—"

"Leave none alive!"

As soon as the words fell, his figure moved.

"Boom!"

His Body Integration Stage aura erupted without reservation, like a burning meteorite, shooting straight into the sky!

Inside the City Lord's Mansion, those Liu Clan clansmen, those Black Armored Guards, those secret guards—

After a brief moment of stunned silence, their eyes turned red simultaneously.

"Kill!"

"Avenge our clansmen!"

"Leave none alive!"

In an instant,

Nearly a thousand figures soared into the sky.

On the Liu Clan's side, nearly a hundred Soul Transformation secret guards and hundreds of Nascent Soul Black Armored Guards shot out from the City Lord's Mansion.

On the Ziyang Star's side, similarly, nearly a hundred Soul Transformation and hundreds of Nascent Soul Cultivators attacked at the same time without any hesitation.

The neutral group did not hesitate at all and pulled away immediately. Their escape lights flashed repeatedly, retreating over a thousand miles away before hovering in mid-air to watch from afar.

At a glance, the entire City Lord's Mansion, and even the whole city—

Thousands of Spells, Magic Treasures, and streams of light erupted at the same moment!

The figures of both sides, like two torrents, collided fiercely.

"Rumble—!"

Heaven and earth crumbled.

The towering buildings of the City Lord's Mansion collapsed instantly like paper in the aftermath of the first collision.

Eaves, pillars, and glazed tiles were torn into pieces by the violent Spiritual Qi, scattering everywhere.

Those maids, servants, and low-level Cultivators who hadn't managed to escape were buried in the ruins while screaming, or were torn into blood mists directly by the aftermath.