580: The four soul-locking swords and the soul-calming nail!

Su Lin Yun's calm yet frenzied voice slowly emanated.

Su Lin Yun stepped towards the giant pit, and with each step, a faint golden light shimmered across the ground, dispelling all the smoke and dust.

Walking in front of Xuan Tianhong, she then took out four black longswords from her storage ring. The swords were covered in bizarre Restriction runes, which flickered with a dark glow, exuding a chilling aura!

These were treasures he had requested from his master, specifically designed to counter the Divine Soul and Physical Body, named “Four Soul-Locking Swords”!

"Pfft!"

The first sword accurately pierced Xuan Tianhong's right armpit. Black runes instantly spread out, coiling around his arm like vines, firmly pinning him to the rock on the ground.

Xuan Tianhong let out a shrill scream, sharp and piercing, causing the loose stones at the edge of the pit to rattle and fall.

But before he could recover, the second sword had already pierced the same spot on his left arm.

The corrosive poison attached to the sword had begun to invade his Physical Body. Xuan Tianhong's muscles were rotting at a visible speed, emitting a foul stench.

Yet, his Yang Solidification Ninth Level Physical Body was rapidly regenerating, and the pain of decay and Rebirth continuously cycled, like thousands of venomous insects gnawing at his bone marrow, making him wish for death.

Additionally, Su Lin Yun had imbued the sword with over a thousand types of torturous runes, making the level of pain imaginable.

"Ah!!!"

Xuan Tianhong screamed maniacally.

Su Lin Yun ignored him. The third sword pierced his left knee, and the fourth sword pierced his right knee.

The Restriction formed by the four longswords completely immobilized Xuan Tianhong on the ground, making him unable to move again.

He could only lie there like a fish on a chopping block, at the mercy of others, finding it difficult even to turn his head.

But this was not the end.

Su Lin Yun finally took out a completely black nail, about three inches long, its surface covered with Soul-Suppressing Runes, imbued with a rich Divine Soul force.

It was the treasure Lu Hao had given him, the “Soul-Suppressing Nail”!

She flicked her hand, and the Soul-Suppressing Nail shot out like a meteor, with a whistling sound, accurately piercing Xuan Tianhong's glabella.

"No!!! Ah!!!"

Xuan Tianhong let out a heart-wrenching scream, his voice filled with despair and terror.

The moment the Soul-Suppressing Nail entered his body, his Divine Soul felt as if it was being pierced by thousands of steel needles, or thrown into scorching lava; every inch of his Divine Soul was enduring extreme pain.

He finally felt a fear that penetrated his very bones, a fear more profound than death!

Su Lin Yun had no intention of killing him; she wanted him to live in agony for all eternity!

"Miss Su! Have mercy! Please spare me!"

Xuan Tianhong finally broke down, his former prestige completely gone, his voice full of humble pleas:

"It was my fault! I shouldn't have destroyed your Sect! I shouldn't have killed your family! Please let me go! I am willing to be your slave, to serve you like an ox or a horse! I will give you anything you want! Just please let me go!!!"

"Please let me go!!! Ah ah ah!!!"

Su Lin Yun remained indifferent, her eyes still cold.

"Let you go? Then who will let the Longevity Vein go? Who will let my parents, my family, and Old Man Liang go!!!"

Su Lin Yun's words became more and more urgent. She suddenly opened the previous Myriad Souls Bag and released all the grievances within!

Those were the grievances of fifty thousand Cultivators who had died tragically under his Alliance Master!

Xuan Tianhong felt his body being enveloped by an extremely terrifying chill. When he saw what it was, he instantly felt a shiver down his spine!

Those were the desperate gazes of fifty thousand tragically deceased grievances, now solidified into a chilling presence, clinging to his limbs and bones like maggots.

The grievances were a mass of black mist, constantly churning, with various heads, hands, and toes frantically emerging from within!

Su Lin Yun looked at Xuan Tianhong coldly and said softly:

"Next, your fellow Sect members will accompany you forever..."

Her voice was incredibly cold, containing extreme hatred!

But Xuan Tianhong no longer had the mind to listen to Su Lin Yun speak.

"Buzz!!!"

The countless black mists instantly went wild, and more than half of them directly drilled into his body!

Thousands of faint wails immediately echoed in Xuan Tianhong's ears, initially like the buzzing of mosquitoes, but instantly turning into deafening roars.

The golden spiritual Qi around him suddenly trembled violently, and countless squirming bulges appeared under his skin, as if countless small snakes were burrowing through his flesh.

"Ah ah ah! Get away, get away!!!"

Xuan Tianhong screamed in agony, but his hands and feet were pinned, and his Divine Soul was completely fixed, so he couldn't offer any resistance!

He barely managed to activate a trace of his Fire Origin, but it quickly extinguished with a hiss.

In its place were wisps of grayish-black turbid Qi, with golden specks floating within. Upon closer inspection, they were countless shrunken human faces!

Those were the remnant souls of the sacrificed Cultivators, now staring at him with hollow eyes.

"Xuan Tianhong! You beast!!"

A familiar roar pierced through the turbid Qi. The phantom of Wang Kun, the Sect Master of the Profound Abyss Vein, emerged from the gray mist. The gaping blood hole in his chest was still oozing black Qi, and his withered finger pointed directly at Xuan Tianhong's glabella:

"My Profound Abyss Vein Legacy, passed down to this day, has actually been severed by your hands! Do you know, those were over ten thousand Cultivators! And my wife and children, my Disciples... You deserve to die! No, you shouldn't die, you should suffer torment for all eternity!!!"

The phantom lunged forward, Wang Kun's hand transforming into a claw, reaching for Xuan Tianhong's heart.

Although the claw did not physically make contact, a heart-wrenching pain indeed came from his heart, as if a piece of his flesh had truly been gouged out.

"Giggle... My hand... My bones... Xuan Tianhong, I want you to pay with your life..."

A more terrifying scene unfolded behind him.

The grievances of fifty thousand Disciples from the Six Veins each revealed overlapping phantoms, appearing before Xuan Tianhong.

Some were missing arms and legs, some had twisted heads, but in their eyes, there was an expression of extreme malice, as if they wanted to devour Xuan Tianhong alive!

The hatred from being betrayed by their most trusted leader and having their clan annihilated was unimaginable!

A young boy's soul body, dressed in Burning Sky Vein attire, clutched the corner of Xuan Tianhong's robe, revealing half of a scorched face:

"Alliance Master, my father died blocking the Bone Dragon for you in the ruins... You said you would protect me..."

The boy's fingers turned into black mist and drilled into the fabric. Xuan Tianhong felt a piercing itch in his calf. Looking down, his flesh was visibly rotting, revealing pale white bone fragments.

But the next second, the rotting area rapidly healed under the influence of spiritual Qi. The intense pain of healing and rotting alternated repeatedly, even more severe than a thousand ants gnawing at his heart.

"Get away! Get away!!! You bunch of useless trash!"

Xuan Tianhong screamed maniacally, and his Puppet Origin transformed into black threads, sweeping all around.