211: Chapter 210 One man, one sword, takes on the Celestial Court's Imperial Guards!

Demon Suppression Division Base, deep within the Cangyun Mountain Range.

This hidden land, which once had a natural labyrinth formation for protection and was like a paradise away from the world, had now turned into scorched earth, as if an Asura Purgatory had descended upon the mortal Realm.

The mountain-protecting formation had long been blasted to pieces, and the mountains were covered with the fires of war and ruined walls. Half of the once-majestic great hall had collapsed, leaving only a solitary stone pillar pointing toward the sky.

In the sky, tens of thousands of soldiers wearing silver standard-issue battle armor floated densely. Every one of them possessed a True Immortal Realm cultivation, held a long spear, and had an icy gaze.

These thirty thousand men formed a massive 'Heaven and Earth Net Formation,' their Auras connecting as one like a silver Primordial Divine Mountain, pressing down heavily on the hearts of all survivors, making even breathing difficult.

This was the most elite force of the Immortal Court—the Silver-Armored Imperial Guard! The butcher's knife in the hands of the Immortal Emperor!

And on the ground...

Several thousand remnants of the Demon Suppression Division were being compressed into a narrow dead end of a valley surrounded by mountains on three sides.

Most of them were wounded; some were missing arms or legs, some were covered in blood, and the weapons in their hands were chipped and blunt, yet they still gripped them tightly, their eyes filled with despair and unyielding defiance.

Liu Ming had already lost his left arm, and blood stained half of his body, but he didn't bandage it, simply tapping a few acupoints to stop the bleeding. He leaned against a large piece of rubble, gasping for breath, his eyes looking up at the sky with a dull grayness.

Around him were several of the Demon Suppression Division's few remaining old Elders, each with a withered Aura, having reached the point of total exhaustion.

"Deputy Division Master... we... really can't hold on anymore."

An old man laughed miserably, wiping a mixture of mud and blood from his face. "That Commander Zhao Wuji never intended to kill us all at once; he's playing cat and mouse. He's using our lives to force the Young Lord to show himself."

In the sky, a massive, luxurious throne made of pure gold floated at the very front of the array.

A man wearing golden armor, with a sinister face and eyes like a venomous snake, reclined lazily on the throne. He held a cup of wine as crimson as blood, brewed from the heart's blood of high-level Yao Beasts.

Golden Immortal Late Stage, Commander Zhao Wuji.

He looked down at the tragic scene below as if watching a herd of livestock to be slaughtered, his eyes filled with mockery and arrogance.

"The quarter-hour is up."

Commander Zhao Wuji spoke indifferently, his voice amplified by immortal essence, spreading across the field like rolling thunder, causing many of the seriously injured to cough up blood again.

"Has that Lin Feng still not arrived?"

"It seems the so-called Young Lord of the Demon Suppression Division is nothing more than a coward who fears death. You fools actually remain loyal to such a person?"

He pointed casually toward a group of severely wounded people at the front of the crowd who were unable to move.

"Since he's not coming, the game continues."

"Those hundred people in the front row, kill them. Add some red to the ground below."

"Yes!"

A group of Silver-Armored Imperial Guards expressionlessly raised their long spears, immortal light gathering on the tips. They were about to drop the butcher's knife on the group of wounded who were already powerless to resist!

"Stop!!!"

Liu Ming's eyes nearly split from rage, and he struggled to stand up, only to fall again due to excessive blood loss. "Zhao Wuji! If you have the guts, come at me! What kind of skill is it to bully the wounded!!"

Commander Zhao Wuji sneered, not even bothering to look at him, simply waving his hand lightly.

Seeing that the sky-filling spear light was about to fall and turn those hundred comrades into sieves...

Right at that moment.

Rumble—!!!!

From the distant horizon, an earth-shattering sonic boom suddenly echoed! That sound even drowned out the shouts of killing on the battlefield!

The speed was too fast—so fast that the person had arrived before the sound even reached them!

A black stream of light, like a black meteorite falling from the heavens, carrying an Aura that could destroy everything, crashed violently into the midst of the silver-armored soldiers preparing for the execution!

Bang!!

A massive shockwave instantly erupted, kicking up a hundred-meter-high wave of dust!

Dozens of silver-armored soldiers who hadn't even reacted were smashed into clouds of blood by this terrifying kinetic energy before they could even scream!

The dust cleared.

A man wearing tattered black robes and holding an ordinary iron sword (his original Life-Slaying Blade had shattered, so he had picked this up randomly from a dead Loose Cultivator on the way) stood before Liu Ming and the others.

He stood with his back to the crowd, his long hair dancing wildly, his posture as upright as a pine tree, like an insurmountable chasm.

"Lin... Brother Lin?!"

Liu Ming's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief as tears instantly burst from his eyes. "You... you really came?! Why are you so foolish! This is a trap!!"

Lin Feng didn't turn around, only saying a single sentence. His voice wasn't loud, yet it made everyone feel a sense of peace:

"Sorry, there was a traffic jam on the way, I'm late."

Then, he looked up, his icy eyes staring directly at Commander Zhao Wuji in the sky.

Their gazes met, sparks flying.

Commander Zhao Wuji narrowed his eyes and set down his wine cup, looking at this young man seriously for the first time. "You are Lin Feng? You actually dare to come and seek death? You have some guts."

"However, you are a mere Heavenly Immortal Early Stage facing my thirty thousand well-trained Imperial Guards, plus this seat, a Golden Immortal Late Stage..."

"What do you have to fight me with? Do you rely on that piece of scrap iron in your hand?"

Commander Zhao Wuji waved his hand, his Killing Intent soaring to the heavens. "Whole army, hear my command! Form the array! No need to hold back, chop him into mincemeat! I want to use his skull as a wine cup!"

"Kill!!"

Thirty thousand Imperial Guards roared in unison, their killing shouts shaking heaven and earth.

Countless brilliant immortal arts and Magic Treasures converged into a multicolored torrent of destruction, smashing toward Lin Feng from all directions! This scene was enough to make any Golden Immortal feel despair, and even a Grand Unity Golden Immortal would have to temporarily avoid its edge.

But Lin Feng merely lifted the iron sword in his hand lightly.

He looked at the sky-filling attacks, a smirk of extreme contempt curling on his lips.

"What do I have to fight you with?"

"I'll use this."

In the next second, Lin Feng muttered in his heart.

[Ding! Consuming 100 billion critical hit points! Activating 'Heavenly Immortal Domain · Invincible Version (Limited to one quarter-hour)'!]

Hum!

With Lin Feng as the center, within a radius of ten thousand zhang, the world instantly turned gray and white.

In this world, all colors vanished, and all sounds disappeared.

The sky-filling torrent of immortal arts, the moment it entered this Domain, seemed to fall into thick amber; its speed slowed a thousandfold, ten thousandfold, and finally... it eerily froze in mid-air.

"Wha... What?!"

Commander Zhao Wuji suddenly stood up from his throne, the wine cup in his hand falling to the ground with a clatter, his eyes nearly bulging out. "A Domain?! A materialized Domain?! How is this possible! That is a method only an Immortal King can master! How can a Heavenly Immortal like you possess it!!"

Lin Feng ignored his shock, not even bothering to look at him.

He moved.

Taking a step forward, his figure vanished like a ghost.

When he reappeared, he was already in the midst of the silver-armored army array in mid-air.

Swish!

A sword strike was unleashed.

It was an ordinary sword strike, not even carrying any Sword Qi.

But under the empowerment of that terrifying Dao Realm, this sword was the scythe of the Grim Reaper harvesting lives.

Puff puff puff puff puff!

Hundreds of silver-armored soldiers in a straight line, along with their sturdy high-grade defensive battle armor and even the weapons in their hands, were sliced cleanly into two halves like they were made of paper.

Blood fell like rain.

[Ding! Killed True Immortal x500! critical hit multiplier 30,000x! Obtained critical hit points...]

The System's notification sounds flooded his mind frantically, but Lin Feng was deaf to them.

He was like an emotionless killing machine that had charged into a flock of sheep.

One sword strike, breaking the array!

Two sword strikes, a thousand-man slaughter!

Three sword strikes, blood flowing like a river!

Those Imperial Guards who usually stood high above and viewed human life like grass were now laughably fragile before him. Fear spread through the entire army like a plague at this moment.

"A devil... he's a devil!!"

"This is impossible! How did my defensive Immortal Artifact shatter like tofu!"

"Commander, save us! We can't stop him! We can't stop him at all!"

Commander Zhao Wuji watched his elite troops being harvested like wheat; his heart bled, and he was filled with unprecedented fear.

Is this a fucking Heavenly Immortal?!

Whose Heavenly Immortal kills True Immortals like killing chickens?

This is simply a joke!

"Bastard! Playing tricks! This seat will personally slay you!"

Commander Zhao Wuji knew he couldn't wait any longer; if he waited any further, the army's morale would collapse. He roared, sacrificing a golden double-edged battle-axe, his Golden Immortal Late Stage pressure erupting fully as he turned into a golden meteor, cleaving down toward Lin Feng's head!

"Die for me!!"

This axe strike contained the Gengjin Law at the Perfection Realm, incomparably sharp, enough to split a mountain range.

Facing this blow, Lin Feng finally stopped his slaughter of the foot soldiers.

He looked up at the aggressively charging Commander Zhao Wuji, his gaze still terrifyingly calm.

The ordinary iron sword in his hand, which already had a chipped edge, lightly flicked upward.

"Are you even worthy?"

Immortal-Slaying Sword Technique—First Style: One Sword Severs Worlds!

Clang!

A sword light as thin as a hair and as black as ink surged upward against the flow.

It had no grand momentum, yet it contained the Law that could cut through all things.

It sliced through that terrifying axe light, sliced through that high-grade Immortal Artifact battle-axe, and sliced through Commander Zhao Wuji's proud Golden Immortal protective immortal Aura.

Finally...

It passed straight through Commander Zhao Wuji's forehead.

Commander Zhao Wuji's figure froze in mid-air, maintaining his hacking posture, the ferocious expression on his face solidified.

He looked down at the battle-axe in his hand, of which only half remained, his eyes filled with blankness and incomprehension.

"So... fast... a sword..."

"This... is... the Dao..."

Bang!

Before he could finish, Commander Zhao Wuji's body exploded, turning into a rain of blood, his Divine Soul utterly destroyed!

A Golden Immortal Late Stage, insta-killed with one sword!

The entire field fell into a deathly silence.

The remaining twenty-thousand-plus Imperial Guards, seeing their own commander instantly killed, were all scared out of their wits, the weapons in their hands clattering to the ground.

"Run!!!"

Someone shouted, and the twenty-thousand-strong army acted as if they had received a great pardon, fleeing in all directions in a pathetic mess, crying for their parents, not even daring to look back.

Lin Feng did not pursue them.

He turned around and slowly descended from the air.

Amidst the mountain of corpses and sea of blood on the ground, and in the rain of blood drifting through the sky, he walked step by step toward Liu Ming and the others, who were completely dumbstruck.

That silhouette was like a god, like a demon.