621: Chapter 621 The World-Destroying Black Seal

He waved his hand, and a majestic surge of Law Power erupted, blasting the crimson Flying Sword away.

The Flying Sword tumbled through the air before burying itself into the ground in the distance, its blade humming and trembling.

Pavilion Master Sima Jingting's expression changed. He retreated several steps, and after steadying himself, he stared fixedly at Yun Xiaozi, saying coldly, "Another one here to throw their life away."

Yun Xiaozi couldn't be bothered to reply and attacked directly.

He brought his hands together and then suddenly pulled them apart—a hundred-foot-tall Dharma Form rose from the ground behind him, shimmering with golden light.

The Dharma Form's massive hand blotted out the sky as it slapped toward the nearest Spirit Transformation Cultivator.

That person hurriedly summoned an ancient shield, runes lighting up on its surface—

Boom!

The ancient shield shattered, and the person was sent flying, crashing into a distant mountain peak. The mountain collapsed with a roar, burying the person beneath the rubble.

Seeing this, someone nearby flashed to Yun Xiaozi's side and smashed a golden-seal Magic Treasure toward him.

The golden-seal Magic Treasure exploded with spiritual light, Laws intertwining until the very space seemed to suffocate.

Yun Xiaozi did not retreat but advanced instead.

He laughed heartily, his Dharma Form's massive hand sweeping horizontally, slapping away the golden-seal Magic Treasure with one palm and sending the person flying with another.

The person tumbled in mid-air, blood spraying wildly; by the time they hit the ground, they were barely recognizable as human.

Without waiting for that person to react, Yun Xiaozi flashed in front of them and reached out to grab.

The person's neck was seized by an invisible force, leaving them suspended in mid-air, legs flailing wildly, face turning purple—

Crack!

The neck snapped.

As soon as the Primordial Spirit escaped, it was extinguished by a single tap of Yun Xiaozi's finger.

At the same time, the Wei Family Old Ancestor flashed, teleporting behind Yun Xiaozi, and slashed a pitch-black long blade silently at his nape.

Without turning his head, Yun Xiaozi's Dharma Form used its other massive hand to reach back and grab the Wei Family Old Ancestor, blade and all, in its palm.

The Wei Family Old Ancestor was terrified and struggled desperately, the Law Power within his body surging wildly in an attempt to break free—

Pfft!

The Dharma Form's massive hand tightened suddenly, and the Wei Family Old Ancestor's Physical Body was crushed like a squeezed fruit, flesh and blood oozing out between the fingers.

As the Primordial Spirit escaped, Yun Xiaozi pointed a finger, and a beam of extreme light shot out, instantly annihilating the Primordial Spirit.

Pavilion Master Sima Jingting's face turned completely pale. He flashed repeatedly, teleporting frantically within the range of the Formation, and shouted:

"Attack together! Kill him!"

Ten people teleported in from different directions, surrounding Yun Xiaozi.

Ten streams of Law Power slammed into Yun Xiaozi simultaneously—

Boom!

Spiritual light exploded; the aftermath shaved three feet off the ground, and rubble flew like rain.

However, a golden light shield suddenly lit up around Yun Xiaozi, runes swirling across its surface. The ten streams of Law Power struck the light shield like clay oxen entering the sea, not even stirring a ripple.

"What?!"

"Who exactly is this person?"

"Damn it."

The ten people were shocked.

Yun Xiaozi snorted coldly and pressed down with one palm.

"World-Extinguishing Black Seal!"

A massive black palm print blasted out from his palm, blotting out the sky.

Wherever the palm print passed, the world changed color; dark clouds surged from all directions, sunlight was completely swallowed, and the earth plunged into darkness.

A majestic surge of Law Power poured down from the palm print, enveloping three Spirit Transformation Cultivators.

Those three didn't even have time to scream; their Physical Bodies and Primordial Spirits were annihilated simultaneously beneath the palm print, turning into three wisps of green smoke that dissipated into the world.

A bottomless crater was left on the ground, its edges as smooth as a mirror, as if it had been melted by something.

The remaining people's hair stood on end, and someone shouted in a panic:

"Cheating! Damn it, he's cheating!"

"Why isn't this person on the list? He absolutely cannot be a nobody."

"Damn it, this goddamn Heavenly Palace has gotten me killed."

Pavilion Master Sima Jingting's face was deathly pale. He asked with a trembling voice, "Who exactly is Your Excellency?"

Yun Xiaozi laughed loudly, "I am your grandfather!"

Before the words had even faded, he struck with a palm.

Pavilion Master Sima Jingting couldn't dodge in time and was struck in the chest by the palm wind. He felt as if he had been rammed by a mountain, sent flying backward, spraying blood wildly from his mouth, rolling several times on the ground before barely steadying himself.

He lay on the ground, scrambling to pull out a Formation Plate, and sprayed a mouthful of essence blood onto it.

The Ten-Direction Void-Locking Formation disintegrated with a roar—the cage was finally broken.

The instant the Formation dissipated, Yun Xiaozi flashed and arrived behind Pavilion Master Sima Jingting.

He raised his hand and gently pressed it onto Pavilion Master Sima Jingting's head.

"No—!"

Pavilion Master Sima Jingting's scream lasted only half a sound.

Law Power poured down from Yun Xiaozi's palm, enveloping Pavilion Master Sima Jingting's entire body—

Bang!

Flesh and blood exploded, and a mist of blood filled the air.

As that Primordial Spirit rushed out from the Physical Body, it was swept up by an invisible force, then shattered inch by inch, turning into countless specks of light that dissipated into the wind.

"Ah—"

The scream still echoed in the world, but the person was already gone.

"Fellow Daoist Yun, well done!" Tang Zhan forced back an opponent with his sword and shouted back.

Chu Yiyi wiped the blood from her face and cursed, "Well killed! Son of a bitch, daring to bully me!"

Jingkong pressed his palms together, closed his eyes, and shook his head repeatedly, "Amitabha, this benefactor, you are even more ruthless than this poor monk; sin, sin."

While saying "sin," he lifted his foot and kicked a Cultivator away.

Gu Lingshuang climbed up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and viciously cracked her whip, "You dead bald donkey, stop chanting! Focus on fighting!"

Once the Ten-Direction Void-Locking Formation shattered, the remaining seven or eight people scattered like hornets from a poked nest. Teleportation, escape lights, Teleportation Talismans—they used everything they could, disappearing into the horizon in the blink of an eye.

Yun Xiaozi withdrew his Dharma Form and stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over the wreckage covering the ground.

He watched the backs of those fleeing, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly as he muttered to himself:

"Refreshing. It's been a long time since I've had this much fun, and I don't even have to worry about being reprimanded."

The four of them, Chu Yiyi included, all breathed a sigh of relief.

Gu Lingshuang was the first to put away her whip. She raised her hand to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth, her brows furrowed, grimacing in pain.

Tang Zhan sheathed his long sword on his back, clasped his hands in a salute, and said in a steady voice, "Fellow Daoist Yun, many thanks."

Jingkong pressed his palms together, solemn and earnest, "Amitabha, has Fellow Daoist Yun considered joining our Buddhist sect..."

Before he could finish.

Gu Lingshuang glared at him, "You dead bald donkey, can you stop trying to recruit everyone you see?"

Jingkong wasn't annoyed and added slowly, "This poor monk hasn't finished—joining our Buddhist sect makes it convenient to return to secular life later."

Gu Lingshuang rolled her eyes, too lazy to pay him any mind.

Chu Yiyi didn't join in their bickering. With a flick of her finger, the qiankun rings scattered on the ground flew up and landed in her palm.

She counted them—seven in total—gathered them together, and held them out with both hands to Yun Xiaozi.

"Fellow Daoist Yun, these are the spoils of war. According to the rules, they all belong to you."

Yun Xiaozi didn't take them.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his Divine Thought sweeping casually over the pile of qiankun rings as if scanning a pile of worthless stones.

"These trinkets..." He frowned and shook his head, his tone carrying a hint of disdain, "This young master doesn't need them."

"Ah—?" Chu Yiyi widened her eyes, her hands holding the qiankun rings freezing in mid-air.

Tang Zhan couldn't help but ask, "Fellow Daoist Yun, then why did you come to participate in the Grand Competition..."

"This young master came to teach people a lesson." Yun Xiaozi stuffed his hands into his pockets, his chin lifted slightly, his gaze sweeping across the four faces with a smile hanging on the corners of his mouth, "Fighting, understand?"