Annihilation

The Giant Spirit City Lord stood behind Chen Fan, staring blankly at the thin figure that was not even as tall as his waist. His lips were dry and trembling, and his mind was completely blank.

Devouring the Death Fiend Qi of the Guixu?

Reverse refinement of the combined attack of thirteen Ninth Tier monsters?

In the blink of an eye, he broke through to the Late-Ninth Tier in front of everyone?

This is no ordinary junior who has stumbled upon a fortuitous opportunity; this is clearly a reincarnation of an ancient god or demon!

"Impossible... Absolutely impossible..."

The Red-Haired Ancestor struggled to his feet from the pile of rubble, his hair disheveled. His once youthful face with white hair quickly became withered and aged, and patches of dark, dead spots appeared on his skin.

The thin layer of golden light on his body had been completely shattered in the recoil storm.

The surrounding Death Fiend Qi relentlessly burrowed into his flesh, corroding his Golden Core Dao Foundation built over thousands of years.

"He even withdrew the Remnant Map Divine Light, so why couldn't the Death Fiend Qi of the Guixu harm him in the slightest?!"

"Go! Go quickly!"

"This is not a living person at all; it is a killing god-demon born from the Guixu!"

Fear grew wildly in my heart like weeds, and the instinct for survival instantly overwhelmed my greed for immortality.

A Ninth Tier sword cultivator coughed up black blood, sacrificing a hundred years of his lifespan and burning his own Origin Source, transforming into a pale blood rainbow before turning around and fleeing desperately towards the exit of the secret realm.

The other old monsters were also in a state of panic, each displaying their supernatural powers, some turning into blood mist, others escaping into the Void, looking as disheveled as stray dogs.

The Netherworld Venerable directly crushed the string of life-saving white bone beads hanging around his neck, tearing open a pitch-black Spatial Rift, and half of his body had already entered it.

Standing before the temple gate, Chen Fan slowly raised his eyelids.

Those eyes were as deep as an ancient pool, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, only endless coldness.

"You tried to use the rules of the Guixu to suppress me, but when you realized you couldn't, you wanted to leave?"

The childish, clear voice, though not loud, resounded clearly throughout the vast square, like divine punishment.

Clang!

A dragon's roar rose from the ground, the sound waves tearing apart the thick fog.

The crude, mottled broken Broken Saber behind Chen Fan was suddenly drawn three feet from its sheath.

Boom!

The Hundred-Mile Square instantly transformed into an Annihilation, gray-red wasteland.

A crescent-shaped, gray-red blade of light tore through the earth, ignoring the barriers of space, and swept across the Void with an overbearing trajectory that swept across everything.

Wherever the blade's edge passed, flying sand and stones vanished into nothingness.

The Netherworld Venerable, who had already burrowed halfway into the Spatial Rift, suddenly froze in mid-air.

His pupils dilated to their maximum size as he watched the gray-red arc of the blade slice straight down toward his waist, following the crack in the Void.

Everything was as fragile as a sheet of paper caught in a gale before this arc of blades.

The next instant, a chilling aura of death completely enveloped the entire square.

The Void was neatly sliced open by the gray-red blade, as thin as paper.

The Netherworld Venerable, who was halfway into the Spatial Rift, suddenly froze.

There were no screams, no struggles.

The gray-red blade light swept across the crack, and the protective qi, the Ninth Tier natal white bone armor, and the Dharma Form Dao Fruit that had been condensed for hundreds of years, became as fragile as a candle in the wind the moment they touched the blade.

Click!

The Netherworld Venerable was severed at the waist, but no blood gushed from the cut. Instead, a pure Daoist Life-and-Death Dao Resonance spun rapidly like Millstone.

As the black and white energies intertwined, his upper body, along with his remaining Divine Soul, was completely obliterated into nothingness within half a breath.

Along with the string of white bone prayer beads that had saved his life, everything turned to dust.

The supreme ruler of the Netherworld Heavenly Palace, who had dominated the heart of the Great Wilderness for three thousand years, has completely perished and vanished.

However, the Blade Aura did not stop.

The gray-red sharpness sliced across the sky and earth, suddenly splitting into twelve streaks of light on the hundred-mile-long ruins. Each streak carried an almost fateful intent to take lives, precisely tracking the remaining fleeing figures.

"Mr. Chen, spare my life! I swear a blood oath to be your slave..."

A hundred miles away, the Red-Haired Ancestor, burning his life essence and turning into a blood cloud as he ran wildly, begged for mercy in a pitiful voice. He then used his remaining seven Crimson Gold Heart-Protecting Mirrors to stack behind him, transforming them into a ten-thousand-foot-high wall of fire.

Puff!

The blade flashed through the wall of fire, passing right through the chest without any hesitation.

The Red-Haired Ancestor's pleas for mercy abruptly ceased.

He looked down at the palm-sized, gray-red hole in his chest, where the life force was being devoured by the coldest deathly intent of the Guixu. His entire body was weathering away inch by inch in the Void, scattering into dust in the blink of an eye.

"Fight him!"

The Ninth Tier swordsman and the sinister old woman holding the Soul-Summoning Banner, knowing they couldn't outrun the blade's edge, stopped in their tracks, their faces contorted with madness.

Golden light burst forth from their Dantian, and their violent aura soared into the sky. It was clear that they intended to detonate their Ninth Tier Golden Cores before their deaths, dragging the temple down with them.

"To self-destruct before the path of life and death?"

Chen Fan stood before the temple steps, his eyes indifferent and unwavering, only flicking his fingers slightly.

Buzz!

The blade light tracking the two suddenly accelerated, creating two vacuum trajectories in the Void.

The Dao Rhythm of extreme Yin and extreme Yang silently sealed off the entire Void, forcibly freezing the rampaging energy just before the self-destruction. A gray-red arc of light lightly swept across the necks of the two people.

The head rolled off, Golden Core's Spiritual Power was quickly extinguished under the suppression of the Millstone 'Dao Rhythm.

Before the two corpses even hit the ground, they were completely assimilated by the pervasive Death Fiend Qi, crumbling into cold sand.

Three breaths.

From the moment the Broken Saber was drawn three feet from its sheath until the world returned to Annihilation, only three heartbeats had passed.

Thirteen Ninth Tier monsters, who had roamed the heart of the Great Wilderness and overlooked countless lives for hundreds of years, were all annihilated, not one of them escaping.

The vast plaza of the Bronze Divine Hall was eerily silent.

The raging sandstorm had ceased at some point, with only wisps of dust drifting slowly down from the Void. On the ground lay thirteen exquisite Storage Rings, each shimmering with light, and thirteen fist-sized Ninth-Tier Baleful Crystals radiating pure, Origin Source.

Chen Fan, his black clothes fluttering, stood still with his youthful body, slowly retracting his right hand.

Clang!

The Broken Saber was sheathed in its animal hide sheath with a crisp metallic clang.

He casually flicked his sleeve.

A gentle, invisible force swept across the ruins, and the thirteen Storage Rings and the suspended Ninth-Tier Baleful Crystals transformed into Stream of Light, falling directly into Chen Fan's palm.

Without even glancing at them, he flipped his hand over and swallowed everything into his Dantian Qi Sea.

Buzz!!

Within the Miniature Divine Kingdom, the black and white Life-and-Death Millstone slowly rose and fell, swallowing the pure Qi and Blood and Law Fragments belonging to the thirteen Ninth Tier giants.

The white sea of life surged once more, the borders of the Divine Kingdom expanded by dozens of miles, and the laws of heaven and earth grew ever more profound and solid.

Killing thirteen opponents of the same rank was as easy as brushing dust off Chen Fan's robes.

He turned and took a step.

Clang!

A dull thud of metal clashing against metal rang out sharply in the deathly silence of the ruins.

The Giant Spirit City Lord's hands trembled violently, and the incredibly heavy Ninth Tier Profound-Vigor Heavy Axe slipped from his grasp and crashed to the ground, shattering the bronze floor tiles beneath his feet.

Looking at the ten-year-old boy before him, who was not even as tall as his waist and whose expression was as calm as still water, Sea of Consciousness Giant Spirit City Lord was completely blank.

Thirteen Ninth Tier.

That represents nearly half of the top combat power in the heart of the Great Wilderness; each of them is capable of overturning rivers and seas and suppressing the Fortunes of a region.

However, for Chen Fan, it was nothing more than a matter of a single strike.

If I had even the slightest change of heart just now, or if I had taken a step back when threatened by the crowd...

Thinking of this, the back of the Giant Spirit City Lord was completely soaked with cold sweat. In his eyes as he looked at Chen Fan's back, there was no longer any thought of equality in the alliance, only a deep-seated awe.

This is not human.

This is True Immortal walking among mortals, a Primordial Gods and Demons disguised as a child!