66: Kill millions, leaving no one alive!

What terrifying Cold Ice Sword Intent.

Although Mo Ming had previously told him that Su Changqing's two great Sword Intents, Cold Ice Sword Intent and Annihilation Sword Intent, were both top-tier Sword Intents.

However, the impact of witnessing them firsthand was still immense.

It could be described with four words: astonishingly powerful.

The Cold Ice Sword Intent, combined with the Zhou Tian Twelve Sword Formation, actually managed to kill a Tiangang Realm Late Stage Martial Artist, and so quickly, it was simply Heaven-Defying.

After dealing with that Tiangang Realm Late Stage Martial Artist, Su Changqing continued to fight.

He possessed nine Dantians, and his True Qi was endless.

In terms of True Qi quantity, he was not inferior to a Tiangang Realm Martial Artist at all, and the Cultivation Technique Su Changqing Cultivated was Immortal Rank, so its quality was even more terrifying.

"This boy is truly a Prodigy."

The Ancestor Xuan's cloudy eyes gleamed, and the smile on his face grew more intense.

After all, the stronger Su Changqing's strength, the greater the benefits for the Tai Xuan Sect.

Soon, the Purple Firmament Divine Dynasty's side was almost completely defeated, losing nearly half of their Martial Artists in just two quarters of an hour.

Meanwhile, the Tai Xuan Sect's side grew stronger with each battle, and coupled with their profound heritage, their Martial Artists' strength far surpassed that of the Purple Firmament Divine Dynasty. Moreover, with Su Changqing's thousands of Puppets joining the battle, the Tai Xuan Sect suffered minimal losses.

At this moment, Zhang Bei's face was ashen, and his heart was filled with endless regret.

Why did he have to go to war with the Tai Xuan Sect?

The opponent's heritage was simply too terrifying.

"Hmm?"

"That boy, with his Earthly Fiend Realm strength, actually killed more than a dozen Tiangang Realm Martial Artists. Could it be the Taixuan Sect Saint?"

When Zhang Bei saw the situation on Su Changqing's side, a slight smile instantly bloomed on his face, and his inner guess couldn't help but make his heart race.

If that boy was indeed the Taixuan Sect Saint, as long as he captured him, the Tai Xuan Sect would definitely retreat.

In other words, he hadn't lost this battle yet.

He could still turn the tide!

Thinking of this, Zhang Bei's heart pounded, filled with excitement. He flashed and appeared before Su Changqing.

"Boy, you must be the Taixuan Sect Saint, tsk tsk tsk, your talent is indeed good, but as long as I capture you, my Purple Firmament Divine Dynasty will win this battle."

Zhang Bei's lips curled slightly upward, his eyes showing a hint of excitement.

However, Su Changqing's expression remained calm and unhurried, only the corners of his mouth curving slightly upward.

"Is that so? Aren't you a bit overconfident?"

Zhang Bei sneered upon hearing this:

"Just a mere Earthly Fiend Realm."

With that, he flashed and attacked Su Changqing, his sharp claws heading straight for him.

Just as he thought he was about to grab Su Changqing.

"Bang!"

A terrifying attack struck, directly forcing him back dozens of steps.

That terrifying attack contained a destructive aura.

He suddenly widened his eyes, looking in Su Changqing's direction in disbelief.

The next moment, the Ancestor Xuan appeared beside Su Changqing.

"To dare to lay hands on my Taixuan Sect Saint right under my nose, you truly don't know what's good for you."

The Ancestor Xuan sneered, not putting the Zhang Bei in front of him in his eyes at all.

A mere Supreme Realm Martial Artist, dared to attack the Saint?

He truly didn't know what was good for him.

Looking at the Ancestor Xuan in front of him, Zhang Bei instantly panicked. Although he didn't know the origin of the old man in front of him, he was definitely extraordinary, and his aura was unfathomable.

"Senior, who are you?"

Zhang Bei asked.

The Ancestor Xuan sneered:

"You are not worthy to know my name."

With that, the Ancestor Xuan prepared to make a move.

However, at this moment, Wang Qingyun appeared in front of Su Changqing and the Ancestor Xuan. She said with a smile:

"Ancestor Xuan, a fellow of this level doesn't require your esteemed self to act. I'll handle it."

The Ancestor Xuan heard this and agreed. He nodded:

"Hmm, go ahead."

"Alrighty."

Wang Qingyun nodded with a grin, then stepped out and, without another word, attacked in Zhang Bei's direction.

Such a good opportunity, naturally she had to perform well in front of Saint.

Wang Qingyun was now wholeheartedly trying to get closer to Saint.

"Bang!"

A Qingyun Sword descended from the sky, directly heavily injuring Zhang Bei.

Then she swung her sword, and terrifying Sword Qi, containing endless energy, fiercely attacked Zhang Bei.

"Puff!"

Before Zhang Bei could react, he was directly beheaded by this sword, his body and head separated. Before he died, he widened his eyes, somewhat unwilling to close them.

One must know that although Wang Qingyun was not Gu Xiran's opponent.

However, as one of the Tai Xuan Sect's several Peak Lords, with a Supreme Realm Late Stage cultivation, her strength was not to be underestimated.

A Qingyun Sword had also killed countless people.

But Gu Xiran was too terrifying, thus directly overshadowing Wang Qingyun's brilliance.

Now facing a Supreme Realm Middle Stage Martial Artist, Wang Qingyun killed him in just two moves, her strength was truly terrifying.

She walked up to Su Changqing with a smile on her face and respectfully said:

"Saint, I have not failed in my mission."

"Peak Lord Wang did well."

Su Changqing smiled and nodded.

Hearing Su Changqing's praise, Wang Qingyun's lips curled slightly upward, and her eyes showed a hint of joy.

To receive praise from Saint was naturally a great thing.

"Alright, continue the battle. Leave no Purple Firmament Divine Dynasty Martial Artist alive."

Su Changqing said indifferently, his words flashing with chilling killing intent.

Millions of Martial Artists, he had no intention of leaving any alive.

Since they chose to oppose the Tai Xuan Sect, they had to be prepared to die.

This move, to kill a chicken to scare the monkeys, had to be ruthless.

"Yes!"

Wang Qingyun nodded respectfully.

Su Changqing's ruthlessness was clearly somewhat beyond her expectations, but Wang Qingyun did not reject it, and was even a little excited.

After all, the Saint was the future successor of the Sect, and only by being decisive and ruthless in killing could he lead the Sect to greater heights.

Soon, the battle continued.

Zhang Bei died, and along with him, all eight Supreme Realm Martial Artists of the Purple Firmament Divine Dynasty also perished in battle.

As for the low and mid-level Martial Artists, they suffered even heavier casualties. The entire Spirit Stone mine area was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, with an extremely strong bloody scent that drifted for hundreds of miles.

Two hours later!

The battle was completely over.

A faint light appeared in the night sky, and within the faint light, there was a hint of red blood, which looked extremely frightening.

"Reporting to Saint, the Purple Firmament Divine Dynasty's million-strong army has all been slaughtered, with no survivors.

Our Tai Xuan Sect Martial Artists suffered one thousand deaths and sixty thousand injuries, and half of your Puppets were damaged."

Wang Jiansong said respectfully.

At this moment, his gaze towards Su Changqing had changed slightly, unconsciously carrying a hint of awe.

This Saint was not only Heaven-Defying in his methods, but also ruthless in his thinking.

Within just two hours, Su Changqing, by himself, not only killed more than a dozen Tiangang Realm Martial Artists, but also thousands of Martial Artists below the Tiangang Realm.

And the deaths of over a million people from the Purple Firmament Divine Dynasty could be said to have been caused by his single word.

But Su Changqing's expression remained as usual.

Terrifying.

It was truly too terrifying!

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