197: Instant Kill

“Run? Can you run away?”

Chen Xiuyu sneered. He didn’t even draw the sword from his waist. He just flicked his finger forward, and five incredibly sharp sword qi shot out.

At this moment, Zhuang Laonong was covered in cold sweat, wishing he could use all his strength.

The moment he fled, he vaguely felt a terrifying aura from Chen Xiuyu’s body, an aura he had never felt before.

That aura was so terrifying it made him despair, unable to muster any thought of resistance, making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

Even when facing Su Ming, he had never felt this way.

Zhuang Laonong was almost certain that Ying Wuxie must have died at this kid’s hands.

He couldn’t understand what was happening to this world, why it had become so unfamiliar to him.

He had just accepted that Su Ming of the Northern Wild had monstrous talent, reaching the Martial Saint Realm at only twenty years old, and now another freak appeared?

What, has the Martial Saint Realm become common now?

Zhuang Laonong ran like mad, turning his head to look back.

When he found that Chen Xiuyu had not pursued him, he finally breathed a slight sigh of relief.

He swore in his heart that if he survived this great disaster today, he wouldn’t care about the war between the Northern Wild and the Da Gan Capital, nor would he care about Prince Pinggan. Zhuang Laonong would no longer wade into this muddy water.

But the next second, he felt a sharp pain in his chest.

Looking down, he was horrified to find a huge wound had appeared on his chest, from which blood gushed out as if it were free.

Zhuang Laonong opened his mouth unwillingly, but without a sound, he collapsed forever.

Almost at the same time, three other people in the distance screamed and were pierced by sword qi, dying completely. They were the other three from Evil Man Valley.

Listening to the screams occasionally coming from the distance, Cui Hui’s pale face was filled only with terror.

The sound of something breaking through the air came from behind him, and the aura of death enveloped his entire body.

He knew that in the next second, he would, like the other four, sleep forever in this godforsaken Wild Desert.

But he was unwilling, unwilling to die like this.

He had endured hardships for so many years, finally meeting an enlightened lord. When Su Ming led the Northern Wild to conquer the Da Gan Capital, he would also enjoy countless riches and honors.

Victory was clearly in sight, yet he was about to die here. Cui Hui could not accept this outcome.

Fear, confusion, unwillingness, anger—countless emotions surged forth.

At the brink of death, the Emperor-tier cultivation technique, Heavenly Gang Child’s Skill, that Su Ming had taught him, actually broke through to minor accomplishment at this moment.

Gang qi poured out, forming a huge protective shield that completely enveloped Cui Hui, leaving no gaps.

The Emperor-tier cultivation technique was incredibly powerful. Even though Cui Hui was only at the early Martial Dao Ninth Grade, the protective shield he formed could block a full-strength blow from a Martial Dao Ninth Grade Great Grandmaster.

Even an early Martial Saint Realm expert would not be able to break his defense in a short time.

However, he encountered Chen Xiuyu today, whose strength was already beyond normal comprehension.

The moment the light shield formed, the terrifying sword qi had already approached.

With a “crack,” the light shield shattered into pieces instantly, and the invisible sword qi continued to stab towards Cui Hui without weakening in the slightest.

Although the Heavenly Gang Child’s Skill did not block this terrifying sword qi, it bought Cui Hui less than a second to dodge.

At the brink of death, Cui Hui frantically mobilized all the true qi in his body, bursting out with unprecedented speed to dodge to the side.

At the last moment, although Cui Hui did not completely dodge the sword qi shot by Chen Xiuyu, he narrowly avoided a fatal blow.

Blood splattered as the sword qi directly pierced Cui Hui’s shoulder. The terrifying force carried Cui Hui flying dozens of meters backward before gradually dissipating.

“Pfft~!”

Cui Hui fell heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Although severely wounded, his face was filled with the joy of surviving a catastrophe.

Without time to think, he endured the true qi surging wildly within him, climbed up, and fled towards the battlefield.

At this moment, Cui Hui only wanted to quickly reach Su Ming and tell him to flee immediately.

Chen Xiuyu was so powerful that he inspired despair. Even if Su Ming was strong, he didn’t believe he could deal with this monster.

Kongchan, the monk by Chen Xiuyu’s side, had long been stunned. Instantly killing four Great Grandmasters and severely wounding one with a flick of a finger had completely overturned his worldview.

Watching Cui Hui’s retreating figure, Kongchan swallowed hard and said anxiously, “Young friend Chen, this person must want to go back and report to Su Ming. You absolutely cannot let him leave!”

Chen Xiuyu’s eyebrow twitched. He was clearly surprised that Cui Hui could escape from his hands.

However, he quickly regained his calm, shaking his head faintly.

“Forget it. If he ran, he ran. What if Su Ming knows?”

He no longer regarded Su Ming highly. In his opinion, in the face of absolute power, all schemes and tricks were a joke.

“Some things should be settled.”

Chen Xiuyu muttered to himself, then calmly lifted his leg and continued to walk forward.

Watching his elegant retreating figure, Kongchan gritted his teeth and finally followed him.

After witnessing a glimpse of Chen Xiuyu’s strength, he didn’t believe there was anyone in this world who could be an opponent to this young man.

He had a premonition that he would witness the rise of a legend.

.........

The slaughter continued, and blood stained the earth red.

The shouts and screams of the soldiers intertwined, forming a terrifying symphony. The entire battlefield had become a Shura hell, with bodies piled like mountains and blood flowing into rivers.

A strong aura of death permeated everywhere, and the stench of blood and corpses was suffocating.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, gloomy, as if mourning this disaster. In this Shura hell, there was no hope or light, only endless darkness and pain.

Su Yiyao knelt beside Su Ming, her tears long dry, her eyes vacant, as if all her spirit had been drained.

“Su Ming, enough!! Truly enough!!!”

“As long as you spare my Da Gan soldiers, I am willing to kowtow and admit my mistake!!!”

At this moment, Su Yiyao was filled with extreme regret. She regretted why she had provoked this devil in the first place, why she had insisted on launching the war against the Northern Wild.

Her heart had already been tormented beyond recognition by Su Ming. She seemed to see countless dead warriors on the battlefield crawling towards her with ferocious expressions, questioning why she didn’t save them.

Su Yiyao clutched Su Ming’s clothes tightly. At this moment, she was no longer the high and mighty Female Martial Saint of Da Gan, but as humble as an ant.

Su Ming lowered his head and stroked her slightly disheveled long hair, his voice incredibly gentle.

“Don’t worry, the show I prepared for you isn’t over yet. How could it end so hastily?”