A Complete Mess, Killing in All Directions

At this very moment.

In another direction.

Within the Azure Void Ancient Land.

Shen Lian's body shot forward through the area like lightning, whistling through the air as he pushed his movement technique to its utmost limit. His spiritual power spread wildly in every direction as though it cost nothing.

His heart was filled with anxious fury.

He had to find Lu Chen at any cost!

No matter who came to harm, Lu Chen absolutely could not be the one!

"Northern Barbarians, Northern Barbarians... I'll make every last one of you die!"

Shen Lian's eyes had reddened; true fury had risen from the depths of his heart.

Yet just as he was frantically searching ahead at full speed, fierce and terrifying fluctuations suddenly erupted in front of him, rumbling thunderously as their aura roared.

Great swathes of snowflakes actually emerged between heaven and earth.

The temperature plummeted.

The cold was bone-piercing.

It was as if he had suddenly arrived in a snowbound apocalypse.

Flake after flake of snow carried invisible power, drowning Shen Lian beneath them like a deluge blotting out the sky.

Shen Lian's pupils contracted. "The Donghai Chu Family's Frost Art!"

With a fierce roar, an earthshaking aura burst from his body. A black tornado appeared behind him, releasing deafening rumbles as it swept toward the blizzard before him.

Boom!

Countless snowflakes were sucked into the terrifying tornado.

Then the scene before him was torn apart by force.

Like a mirror shattering, it let out a sharp crack.

All the snowflakes vanished.

The black tornado vanished as well.

More than thirty figures appeared directly before Shen Lian.

Their eyes flickered, their auras were far from weak, their breathing was fine and steady, and their cultivation was profound. In unison, they looked toward Shen Lian.

The leader was none other than the elder from before, with thinning hair, a hooked nose, high cheekbones, and deep-set eyes.

"Chu Cang!"

Divine light shot from Shen Lian's eyes as he fixed his gaze on the elder.

"Lord Shen, what has you in such a hurry?"

The half-bald elder spoke indifferently. "Why not tell us? Perhaps we can help you search."

"Move aside!"

Shen Lian barked, unwilling to say more.

"Lord Shen is far too impatient."

The half-bald elder said calmly, "I merely wish to help you out of kindness. Why does Lord Shen treat this old man so? Is this the imperial dynasty's way of treating guests? If so, once this old man leaves, I must have my family head pay your emperor a visit for a proper chat!"

"You!"

Shen Lian's pupils shrank as he shouted sternly, "I said move aside!"

Boom!

Unwilling to waste words, he attacked at once, striking a palm toward Chu Cang.

Chu Cang spoke coldly, "Lord Shen, you are the one who started this trouble. If anything happens, do not blame this old man!"

Boom!

He thrust out his aged, withered hand like an eagle's claw, viciously grabbing toward Shen Lian.

The two immediately clashed in battle.

The remaining thirty-odd experts of the great families all revealed smiles.

One young man said blandly, "Let's go. We should take a look at Lu Chen and see whether that renowned Young Hero Lu has been killed by the Northern Barbarians. If he hasn't, we'll give him a few extra cuts ourselves."

"Hahaha..."

The others all burst into laughter.

They swiftly left the area, darting into the distance.

Shen Lian was both shocked and furious. With a roar, he unleashed his full strength against Chu Cang.

Inside the stark white, sinister bone tower.

Lu Chen frowned and looked around.

The space inside the bone tower was not large. It was as though an invisible barrier surrounded it; wherever his gaze fell, everything looked gray and murky. From time to time, ghost-like entities crawled out from that hazy barrier, baring their fangs and brandishing their claws as they lunged at him.

Unfortunately for them, under his lightning talent, these ghostly beings exploded one after another. It was no different from throwing their lives away.

You had delivered a tormented ghost from years of suffering. Merit Points +30

+30

+30

...

Lines of text rapidly appeared.

These things can provide Merit Points too.

He thought to himself.

Then how many would I get if I shattered this bone tower?

With that thought, Lu Chen hesitated no longer. His eyes narrowed as Tenfold Combat Power erupted with a bang. A deafening boom rang out, and True Qi surged from within him like a crashing tide—boundless, immeasurable, terrifying—instantly coursing through every inch of his body.

At the same time, Thunderbolt King, Level Three Blade Intent, and Level Three Sword Intent all erupted.

In an instant, he seemed to transform into a peerless Divine King.

His mind instantly entered an incomparably strange state.

No self, no other, all things forgotten.

Only the pure "sword" and "Dao" remained.

In his eyes, everything was full of flaws.

Even this mysterious bone tower!

The third form of Six Extinction Swordplay!

No Self!

Clang!

With a sweep of his left hand, the Crimson Softsword flashed from its sheath. Following an indescribably strange trajectory, all the lightning and Sword Intent throughout his body merged into this supreme, invincible strike.

Pfft!

Crack!

The entire mysterious bone tower immediately let out a crisp sound. The layers of gray barriers around it shook and twisted violently, before dense cracks emerged across them like a spiderweb.

The same was true outside the bone tower.

Countless cracks crawled across the bone tower.

The three Northern Barbarians elders, who had been preparing to pour in True Qi and refine Lu Chen, all changed expression. They could scarcely believe their eyes.

"How could this happen?" one of the Northern Barbarians elders cried out in alarm.

"Something's wrong! There's something wrong with the tower—retreat!" another elder screamed in terror.

Without a second thought, the three of them retreated frantically at astonishing speed.

Boom!

The moment they withdrew, the white bone tower could no longer hold on and exploded outright. A horrifying torrent of energy instantly surged up from the spot like a rising mushroom cloud.

Countless bolts of lightning and Sword Qi swept wildly in every direction, soaring into the heavens and shaking the earth.

Amid the terrifying, chaotic upheaval, the figure of a young man appeared before their eyes, completely unharmed.

He wore a black robe, his features striking and heroic.

A Precious Blade hung from his hand.

The blood-red soft sword had already coiled itself around his waist once more.

You destroyed an evil artifact of the Buddhist Sect and delivered countless wronged souls. Your merit is immeasurable. Merit Points +2400

"So much?"

Lu Chen's eyelids twitched.

"Lu Chen? How is that possible?"

"He actually shattered the Heaven Severing Pagoda! Impossible, that's impossible!"

The three Northern Barbarians experts widened their eyes in horror.

Then, without a second thought, they turned and fled, pushing their speed to the limit as they shot into the distance.

"Trying to run?"

Lu Chen's body flickered. With Tenfold Combat Power empowering him, his speed increased by an unknown amount.

Almost in the blink of an eye, he appeared behind an expert at the third level of the Spirit Hidden Realm.

"Eighteen Cries of Soul Burial!"

The third-level Spirit Hidden Realm expert let out a desperate, piercing howl. Waves of bleak, sinister, terrifying aura erupted from his entire body, as though countless wronged souls and vicious ghosts had emerged, wailing shrill cries and agonized laments. He spun around and struck rapidly at Lu Chen.

A mass of wronged souls and vicious ghosts surged madly toward Lu Chen's body.

This was an attack upon both soul and flesh!

Eighteen Cries of Soul Burial!

Each cry tore at the heart!

Yet!

Splurt!

Bang!

Blade light flashed, and the third-level Spirit Hidden Realm expert was instantly cleaved in two. His corpse flew apart.

His organs sprayed everywhere.

Even the ghosts filling the sky vanished in an instant.

"What a mess!"

Lu Chen directly reflected the soul attack.

As for the physical attack?

Lu Chen was at the fourth level of the Spirit Hidden Realm, a realm higher than his. He also had Tenfold Combat Power, the Thunderbolt King, and Level Three Blade Intent.

What did he have that could block Lu Chen?

...Merit Points +300!

Lu Chen dispatched his opponent in a single move without pausing for even a step. Like Death reaping lives, his body flashed, and in an instant he was behind the second Northern Barbarians expert. Before the man could utter a plea for mercy, blade light flashed again.

Splurt!

Bang!

Another person was instantly split apart, his corpse sent flying in a gruesome, unbearable sight.

Only the final fourth-level Spirit Hidden Realm expert remained. Overwhelmed by terror, he fled desperately into the distance.

Lu Chen had utterly frightened the courage out of him.

His soul nearly left his body, and he trembled all over.

For this, he did not hesitate to burn his blood and qi.

But even so, the speed boost it brought still could not compare to Lu Chen's Tenfold Combat Power.

"Young Hero Lu, everything can be discussed. You cannot kill me! If you kill me, it will trigger a war between the Northern Barbarians and Great Yu. For the sake of Great Yu's countless common people, please stop at once..."

The Northern Barbarians expert shouted at the top of his lungs in desperation, "Someone, come quickly! Lu Chen is killing people! He wants to provoke a battle between the Northern Barbarians and Great Yu..."

Splurt!

Blade light crashed down upon his body like a waterfall descending from the Ninth Heaven.

Countless bolts of lightning accompanied it, crackling and snapping with terrifying force as they engulfed his body.

"Ah!"

Miserable screams rang out one after another.

This fourth-level Spirit Hidden Realm expert soon followed in the footsteps of the other two.

Just then.

Lu Chen frowned and abruptly turned his head, looking in another direction.

There were still people?

More than thirty experts from hidden aristocratic families were currently rushing toward Lu Chen at tremendous speed.

They still had no idea what had happened ahead.

When they sensed wave after wave of powerful fluctuations erupting from that direction, everyone's eyes lit up with delight.

"Those Northern Barbarians experts have made their move!"

"Great, hurry over!"

"I'm going to collect Lu Chen's corpse!"

"Hahaha, Lu Chen of the Heartless Blade, let's see how you die this time!"

They pushed their speed to the limit, each faster than the last.

Yet when they arrived, their expressions abruptly changed, and they all came to a stop.

One after another, they sucked in cold breaths and retreated backward.

Lu Chen?

He was actually unharmed?

How was that possible?

Not far ahead, the air was thick with an aura of destruction, and the ground was riddled with craters.

The surroundings were too ghastly to look at, scattered everywhere with mangled corpses.

Lu Chen stood in a black robe, his clothes and hair immaculate, looking toward them with curious eyes.

"Interesting. I wasn't even going to look for you, yet you actually came to me on your own?"

A smile spread across Lu Chen's face.

Heaven truly was smiling upon him.

Even if he didn't want to get rich, he couldn't help it!