A faint voice echoed between heaven and earth, like a storm of wind and snow.
It made Yi Mie’s entire body tense, sending a chill down her spine.
Wang Xiu! That na was all too familiar to the Yi Clan! It was no exaggeration to say that the Yi Clan’s century-long history of disgrace was entirely because of this man! So many people gritted their teeth in hatred at the re ntion of his na. They were itching to get rid of him once and for all. But the problem was, wasn’t it said that he had gone missing, his fate unknown, during the trial on Longhuang Island a full sixty years ago? The Saintess of the Xuan Tian Sect and a host of other prodigies had stood guard outside Longhuang Island for over a decade, yet they found no trace of him, neither living nor dead! He was still alive? And he had co to the Nine Heavens? Most importantly, what on earth had happened to him during these sixty years? Back then, he was rely a cultivator who had just entered the Soul Travel Realm. It had only been a few decades. Even with so fortuitous encounter, how could he have grown this powerful? To the point that her own brother couldn’t even survive a single exchange with him? And what’s more, even if Wang Xiu’s cultivation level had greatly advanced and his strength was now astonishing, possessing the combat power of the Saint Manifestation stage, did he really think he could contend with the entire Yi Clan? How dare he co knocking on their door so brazenly to kill! Did he have a death wish?
Too many doubts and too much confusion flooded her mind. Yi Mie’s thoughts went blank. Pointing at Wang Xiu, she stamred, "How dare you..."
Wang Xiu had no ti for her nonsense. He raised his hand and slapped her across the face.
Her pretty, delicate face instantly swelled up as her body was sent flying back over a thousand feet. Before she could even hit the ground, Wang Xiu appeared above her in a flash and stomped his foot onto her chest.
BOOM!
A weight like that of a mountain ca crashing down. The runes covering Yi Mie’s body were extinguished, and her snow-white skin instantly split apart, revealing a series of horrifying cracks. The ground beneath her collapsed as a terrifying storm swept out in all directions. The towering palace halls were instantly reduced to dust, which billowed into the air.
At that mont, Yi Mie finally understood why her brother had been defeated by what seed to be a simple flick of Wang Xiu’s finger.
She had thought that flick must have contained so profound divine skill. But that wasn’t it at all! This man... he was also a body cultivator! The power contained within his seemingly slender fra was like that of a primordial behemoth! No wonder back then, when he was only just entering the Soul Travel Realm, he had managed to kill three young prodigies of the Yi Clan in a row. At such a young age, he trained in both body and technique! And he had cultivated both to such a terrifying degree! It was impossible to imagine how horrifying his talent truly was! Was this really soone who ca from a place like the Cangyuan Realm?
For a mont, she thought of Zhuo Canglang and the others from years past, of Li Xuanqi and his peers... Every one of them had been a source of endless headaches for the Yi Clan.
What in the world is the Cangyuan Realm?
When a person is on the verge of death, their thoughts tend to run wild. Saints are still human, and Yi Mie was no exception. She was undeniably a beauty, with many pursuers from various clans and major factions, including Saint Manifestation experts of her own realm. But the young man before her clearly had no thought of showing rcy to a fair maiden.
An unparalleled, vast energy surged from under Wang Xiu’s foot. It brutally and tyrannically forced its way into Yi Mie’s body, rampaging through her, destroying her flesh, organs, Dantian, and ridians. Her life force was fading at a visible rate.
Just then, a figure broke through the void above.
"Yi Mie, Yi Shan, what are you two siblings doing? I sent you a ssage; why didn’t you respond..."
It was an elderly, burly man with white hair draped over his shoulders, his upper body bare-chested. Seeing the scene, he was montarily speechless. Then, his pupils contracted violently. "Who is this audacious scoundrel? How dare you?"
With a calm expression, Wang Xiu glanced at the old man, the corners of his mouth lifting into a slight smile. "Oh, you’re here? Good. Saves the trouble of looking for you later."
Yi Tu! The third Saint Manifestation expert at the Yi Clan’s garrison, and one at the middle stage of the realm.
The Yi Clan garrison was vast, and they usually kept to their own distant quarters. Of course, for experts at the Saint Manifestation stage, such distances could be crossed in an instant and ant nothing. They would be able to arrive imdiately at the slightest disturbance. But the one thing they never expected was to face a monster like Wang Xiu today.
First, he had silently infiltrated the garrison. Then, using the Great Void Concealnt Spell, he had sealed off the space where Yi Shan and his sister were, preventing any sound or aura from escaping. Even though the battle here had practically torn the sky asunder and the two siblings had been beaten senseless, Yi Tu hadn’t sensed a thing. If it hadn’t been for the news from the mountain forests of the Savage Wilderness about a missing Yi Clan expert on watch, and Yi Tu’s unanswered ssages to the siblings, he would probably still be cultivating peacefully in his own residence.
He never expected to arrive and witness such a horrifying scene.
CRUNCH!
Wang Xiu pressed down with his foot. Terrifying Supre Primordial Qi surged forth, instantly pulverizing Yi Mie’s physical body. Her Divine Soul attempted to flee, but Wang Xiu’s own Divine Soul power ford into chains that forcibly dragged it back. A torrent of fearso soul power then surged forward, utterly obliterating it.
"You vicious brat! I don’t care who you are, you have just signed your own death warrant!"
Yi Tu’s pupils shrank, his face turning grim. Without the slightest hesitation, he raised his hand, and a massive, blood-colored bow appeared. He drew the string in mid-air.
BOOM!
The world flickered between light and dark. The vast power of heaven and earth converged upon the bowstring, coalescing into three enormous arrows. To call them arrows was an understatent; they were more like javelins. They radiated a dense, bloody aura, as if they had devoured the lives and spirits of countless beings.
These were arrows of slaughter!
And this was a bow of slaughter!
True to his na, Yi Tu was a ruthless character who had genuinely fought his way out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. When he loosed an arrow, even experts of the sa realm had to evade its sharp point, not daring to face it head-on.
"Sword!"
Wang Xiu kept one hand behind his back while the other made a grasping motion in the air.
BOOM!
Chaotic Qi churned wildly across the heavens. Endless golden light and crimson, bloody radiance converged in his hand, slowly taking the shape of a greatsword.
CLANG!
The sword was drawn! Its terrifying edge swept across the world, completely tearing the surrounding void to shreds. A dreadful void storm billowed out, and in an instant, this piece of the world transford into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood—an Asura Hell. Its killing aura was far more formidable than that of Yi Tu’s arrows.
Yi Tu’s pupils constricted, and a chill ran down his spine. From within the endless Blood Sea behind Wang Xiu, he could faintly see thousands of ferocious shadows roaring and howling.
"AWOOO..."
Are those... pigs? Yi Tu couldn’t believe his eyes. His own arrows had gained their killing aura only after slaying countless creatures. And yet the Blood Sea ford by Wang Xiu’s sword qi was filled with Pig Spirits? What kind of pig could be so fierce? Is this so kind of joke?
That was the Asura Heaven Punishnt Sword! It had undergone a startling transformation on Longhuang Island and had lain dormant for a full sixty years!
Now, after six decades, the sword was unsheathed once more!
And the first it would slay would be a Saint of the Yi Clan
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