456: Chapter 456 A City Slaughtered by Ten Thousand Swords

[This conventional Formation is sufficient to block a Soul Transformation Cultivator.]

[But to you, it is nothing more than a thin sheet of paper.]

[The thunderous roar of the Formation shattering startled the entire Nanliu City.]

[Countless streaks of light rose into the air as Cultivators hovered in various places, their gazes all landing on you simultaneously.]

["This... someone is breaking into the Grand Councilor's Estate?!"]

["Good heavens, someone actually dares to come here and seek death?"]

["No need to guess, this person must be Yun Xiaozi!"]

["Incredible! This is truly incredible news!"]

[The sounds of discussion rose like a tide, with countless people clicking their tongues in wonder.]

[Your gaze passed over those gossiping people and landed on the distant palace complex that you intended to level.]

[And then—]

[You spoke.]

["Sword—Come—"]

[As the words fell.]

[The heavens trembled.]

[Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi within a radius of ten thousand miles converged frantically, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea.]

[In the blink of an eye, countless Flying Swords condensed into form.]

[They were densely packed, blotting out the sun and covering the sky.]

[The sword tips pointed downward, aimed at that magnificent palace complex.]

[You raised your hand and pointed lightly.]

[The next second—]

[Ten thousand swords fell in unison.]

[Like a meteor shower, like the Heavenly River hanging upside down, the densely packed Flying Swords poured down from the vault of heaven, carrying peerless and sharp Law Power as they bombarded the palace complex.]

[The guards turned pale with fright and sacrificed their defensive Magic Treasures one after another.]

[Spiritual light flared up, and the glow of treasures circulated.]

[However—]

[Every single one of those Flying Swords contained the Law Power.]

[The defenses of mere Golden Core and Nascent Soul Cultivators were as fragile as paper before the Law.]

[Puff, puff, puff, puff—]

[Countless mists of blood exploded.]

[Guards were pierced through by the Flying Swords one by one, their bodies falling like tattered rags.]

[Miserable screams rose and fell.]

[The Flying Swords continued to fall.]

[Rumble—]

[The first palace was pierced through.]

[The second, the third, the tenth, the hundredth—]

[The sword rain was like a waterfall, indestructible.]

[Those towering and extremely luxurious palaces and pavilions were like paper mache before the Flying Swords.]

[Palaces collapsed one after another.]

[Debris splashed everywhere, and dust filled the sky.]

[The Cultivators hiding inside the palaces—tens of thousands of them, all with cultivation below Soul Transformation—simply had no time to escape.]

[The Flying Swords pierced through the roofs, through the walls, and through the defenses they had hastily sacrificed.]

[Puff, puff, puff—]

[Figure after figure was pinned to the ground, the walls, and the pillars.]

[Fresh blood flowed freely.]

[Wails shook the heavens.]

["Ah—!"]

["Help—!"]

["My hand—!"]

[Screams, cries, and pleas for help came from every collapsing palace.]

[The entire palace complex turned into a purgatory of blood and fire.]

[You stood in mid-air, letting the cold wind blow your sleeves.]

[Below was a sea of fire, a mountain of corpses, and those wails that had not yet ceased.]

[You looked down for a moment—]

[Then you withdrew your gaze, your face without the slightest ripple of emotion.]

[Since you are enemies, there is no mercy.]

[Are there innocent people in this city?]

[Perhaps.]

[But so what.]

[Since they chose to attach themselves to the Liu Clan—]

[Then they must gamble with their own lives.]

[At the same time—]

[Dozens of figures shot toward you from all directions, hovering in the sky and facing you from a distance.]

[The leader stood with his hands behind his back, his green robes fluttering.]

[It was Liu Tianxing.]

[Behind him—]

[The Liu Clan Clan Chief, Liu Qingtian, at the Middle Stage of Body Integration.]

[His expression was as gloomy as water, his gaze sweeping over the bloody ruins below, with what seemed like flames burning in his eyes.]

[As well as Liu Tianci, Guardian, and Liu Suifeng—three Void Refining Cultivators, all in their original bodies.]

[At this moment, the three of them were pale, their auras unstable, clearly showing that their old injuries had not yet healed.]

[In the gaze the three of them directed at you, there was fear, resentment, and a trace of wariness that even they themselves hadn't noticed.]

[Further back were dozens of Soul Transformation Cultivators.]

[However, in your eyes, these people were now no different from ants.]

[In other words, the only two who could pose a threat to you were—]

[Liu Tianxing and Liu Qingtian.]

[This Clone of yours had now transformed into the appearance you had back in Tianshu City.]

[Liu Suifeng's gaze fixed on you, and his pupils suddenly contracted.]

[His whole body trembled as he raised a hand to point at you, his fingers shaking, and his voice was almost squeezed out:]

["It's—you—?!"]

[He suddenly turned his head to look at Liu Tianxing, his voice carrying uncontrollable hatred:]

["Old Ancestor! The immortal slaying sword... is on him! It's him!"]

[As soon as these words were spoken—Liu Tianci, Guardian, and the others all took a step back in unison.]

[Although they hadn't fought you personally, they had all heard about how Liu Suifeng was defeated with a single sword strike.]

[Combined with their fear of the legendary immortal slaying sword, they instinctively pulled away at this moment.]

[Liu Qingtian withdrew his gaze from the ruins below.]

[In that mess, corpses were strewn everywhere, blood flowed like a river, and countless palaces were still burning.]

[His eyes turned red instantly as he stared fixedly at you:]

["You—bastard—!"]

[He gritted his teeth, squeezing the words out one by one from between them:]

["So—it—was—you—!"]

[In his voice was uncontrollable, heavenly hatred.]

[As the Clan Chief, he had suffered setbacks at your hands twice, and the prestige he had accumulated in the clan over thousands of years was destroyed in an instant.]

[The entire Immortal Realm was laughing at him behind his back.]

[Seeing you standing before him now, he wished he could eat your flesh, drink your blood, pull out your bones, and turn your soul into a sky lantern.]

[Liu Tianxing, however, remained calm.]

[His gaze swept over the still-burning ruins below, then returned to land on you.]

[His voice was as light as if he were asking what to eat today:]

["A mere Clone, and you want to bring down my Liu Clan?"]

[He didn't seem to care about the tragic deaths of the tens of thousands of people below.]

[Or rather—]

[In the eyes of someone at his Realm, those people were simply nothing.]

[After all, having lived for an unknown number of years and seen so much life and death, he had long since seen through it all.]

[Liu Qingtian took a deep breath, suppressed the fury in his heart, moved closer to Liu Tianxing, and whispered via voice transmission:]

["Clan Brother, the Torch Dragon is with him. He also has the immortal slaying sword and means to kill enemies across Realms... we must not be careless."]

[Liu Tianxing waved his hand, stopping Liu Qingtian's voice transmission.]

[His gaze landed on you, sizing you up and down.]

[Then, he smiled.]

[In that smile, there was a bit of reminiscence, a bit of regret, and a hint of... expectation.]

["This streak of madness in you is exactly the same as Brother Qin's back then."]

["Unfortunately, he died."]

["Are you going to follow his old path?"]

[Hearing this, the corner of your mouth curled slightly.]

[It was a smile.]

[But that smile did not reach your eyes.]

[You had heard some rumors about the past relationship between the Qin Immortal Clan and the Liu Clan Immortal Family.]

[Although you didn't know why the Qin Clan was destroyed, you roughly knew that the Old Ancestors of the two families used to have an excellent relationship, like brothers who would die for each other.]

[But whatever the truth was, it didn't matter anymore.]

["Finished talking?"]

[You raised your eyes, your tone so light that no emotion could be heard:]

["If you're finished, then let's fight."]

[Your tone was calm, but an uncontrollable expectation was hidden in the depths of your eyes.]

[Body Integration Peak.]

[You wanted to see exactly how far the gap was between yourself and such a Realm.]

[Liu Tianxing remained unruffled, merely saying indifferently:]

["You are not my opponent. Let the Torch Dragon come out."]

["Heh, there will be a chance."] You smiled faintly and raised your hand—

[The fentian pearl left your hand and hung in the vault of heaven.]