The Immortal Slaying Sword Formation is the Primordial Wilderness's foremost Killing Formation, confronting Quasi-Saints! Isn't it good to be a generation's best?

Boom!

Blood light swept across.

The four Laws of Swordsmanship—Death, Benefit, Severance, and Entrapment—transformed into boundless slaughter, charging forth to completely suppress and kill this Primordial Unity Golden Immortal within the formation!!

In the moment before death.

The expression on the Three-Sturgeon Bird's face was exceptionally complex.

Resentment.

Confusion.

Shock.

Disbelief...

But when he saw that handsome face at the formation's exit, everything was already understood.

So it was that Minor Golden Immortal he had used not long ago?

So there was a cause and effect here after all—then his death was not unjust.

But...

How could a mere Minor Golden Immortal kill me?

What right did he have to kill me?

"I'm not resigned..."

The Three-Sturgeon Bird's final cry never escaped before he was utterly annihilated, scattering into nothing!!

Whoosh!

The great formation dispersed.

Four beams of spiritual light returned to Qingyuan's position, diving into his body and vanishing without a trace.

These four beams of spiritual light were the Innate Two Principles Qiankun Sword, the Universe Myriad Flood Sword, and the swords transformed from the Universe Wish Jade Weapon, with the mountains and rivers' veins serving as the formation diagram and other Innate Spiritual Treasures as the Formation Eyes—only then could they kill the Three-Sturgeon Bird, who was at the early Primordial Unity Golden Immortal stage!

Even so.

It had drained his mana dry.

He had to swallow several bottles of Pills just to maintain it.

"After offending me to this extent, you think I'd let you go? A joke..."

Qingyuan retrieved the Formation Flags and spiritual treasures he had laid into the earth veins, mountains, rivers, and spiritual veins, his pale complexion rapidly recovering.

To be honest.

Although the Three-Sturgeon Bird was only at the early Primordial Unity Golden Immortal stage.

And not an Innate God-Demon.

He was still an extraordinary Primordial Exotic Species, and a commander in Di Jun's Heavenly Court.

Leaving aside other matters.

The fact that he could escape from the Great Witch Xiang Liu already proved his remarkable skill.

If not for the Great Peng Bird going all-out to lure him into the formation for an ambush, today he might have been able to defeat and severely wound the Three-Sturgeon Bird, but he might not have been able to kill him!

"Master, what formation is this? It can even kill a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal?"

The Great Peng Bird, who had been watching from afar, approached as a streak of golden light.

His face was full of shock.

Never mind that he kept calling the Three-Sturgeon Bird a mongrel.

But this mongrel's strength was truly formidable—deep mana, powerful flesh—he was no ordinary early Primordial Unity Golden Immortal. Even ten of him might not have been able to defeat the opponent.

Yet Master, alone, had killed the Three-Sturgeon Bird in just a few hundred breaths.

This skill was truly impressive!!

"This formation is called the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation. Have you heard of the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation?"

Qingyuan circulated the Mystic Art and Primordial Art.

He sat cross-legged in the void, breathing in a mysterious posture.

After a moment, he recovered to full strength.

"Immortal Slaying Sword Formation? Quite the bold name, but I've never heard of it."

The Great Peng Bird shook his head, making Qingyuan shake his head as well. "It seems the Phoenix Clan really didn't teach you anything. You've suffered all these years. From now on, stay by my side and cultivate well. Whatever you want to learn, as long as your master knows it, I will teach you!"

"In the future, don't endure hardship anymore. Follow your master and enjoy life."

Hearing these words.

The Great Peng Bird's nose inexplicably stung, and he felt an urge to cry.

Being beaten and scolded by his elder brother Kong Xuan, looked down upon by the Phoenix Clan, and beaten by his master—none of that had made him yield.

But hearing this kind of concern from his master—

He inexplicably felt a pang in his heart. The grievances of countless years seemed to find an outlet to vent, and a strange, overwhelming urge to cry welled up inside him.

"What's wrong with you?"

Qingyuan saw the Great Peng Bird lower his head and curiously leaned in to look, but the Great Peng Bird, afraid of being seen, turned away to secretly wipe his tears.

When he turned back, he had resumed his carefree demeanor, grinning as he said, "Nothing, just curious about what the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation is."

"Don't you underestimate the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation!"

"This formation is arranged using the Four Immortal Slaying Swords and the Immortal Slaying Formation Diagram, and it is also the supreme treasure that suppresses the Jie Sect's fate!"

"Once the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation is deployed, the Immortal Slaying Sword is sharp, the Immortal Execution Sword brings death, the Entrapment Sword glows red everywhere, and the Severance Sword changes infinitely. With a flash of sword light, Innate Sword Qi bursts forth, and when the four swords unite, they can even generate Chaos Sword Qi!"

"An aura of infinite destruction shrouds Chaos, and endless slaughter covers Hongmeng. None but a Heavenly Dao Saint can withstand it."

"Even more so..."

Gazing at the Great Peng Bird's stunned face, Qingyuan smiled and said, "Without four saints, it cannot be broken!!!"

Boom!

The Great Peng Bird was utterly shaken.

He knelt toward the direction of Kunlun Mountains and kowtowed, saying, "Grand Master Uncle, please forgive me. Your disciple's disciple did not know the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation was so heaven-defyingly terrifying. I spoke too hastily just now. Please spare my life, Grand Master Uncle!!"

"Get up. My master is not a petty person."

Qingyuan bowed and made an obeisance toward Kunlun Mountains.

Then he helped the Great Peng Bird to his feet.

"Master, was that the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation you just used?"

"No, what I used was at best a Pseudo-Houtian Immortal Slaying Four Swords Formation. By arranging four sword-type Innate Spiritual Treasures, multiple Innate Spiritual Treasures, and formation flags, I borrowed the power of heaven and earth to slay the Three-Sturgeon Bird. Otherwise, relying solely on my own strength, even if I could severely wound it, I might not have been able to kill it."

Qingyuan shook his head.

He sighed inwardly.

Truly, this was an era where Primordial Unity Golden Immortals were as common as dogs and Golden Immortals walked the earth.

The two brothers of the Sun Star founded their enterprise, recruiting countless Innate Demon Gods and Primordial Exotic Species, establishing the great Heavenly Court.

With the Ten Thousand Demons Banner, they controlled Kunpeng and countless other powerful beings of the Primordial World.

Thus creating such a flourishing and brilliant age.

It was also the era of the Demon Race and the Witch Clan.

In this age teeming with experts, there were still many big shots in the Primordial World.

The Three-Sturgeon Bird, whose name he had never even heard before, was already a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal with such means. One could only imagine how terrifying those Demon Gods and Demon Commanders truly were.

Fortunately, as a disciple of a saint, As long as he did not actively step into a tribulation, he generally would not fall during a Calamity.

"Let's go. The Primordial World is not peaceful. We're returning to Kunlun Mountains."

"Master, what about that little Azure Dragon?" the Great Peng Bird asked curiously.

"It's not our karma. Let's go."

Qingyuan shook his head and sat down on the Great Roc's back.

But just then, a terrifying, overwhelming aura came crashing down!!

In an instant, heaven and earth fell into complete darkness.

Boundless demon clouds densely covered the sky.

A terrifying Sha Qi transformed into a Corpse Mountain Blood Sea, spreading across millions of miles of rivers and mountains. Amid the blood-red, crow-black sky, lightning flashed and thunder roared. Nine heads, each as massive as a Giant Peak, rose simultaneously. Eyes like suns and moons stared fixedly at Qingyuan and the other, and a cold, merciless voice said, "You killed my offspring and think you can just leave like that?"

"Damn, what terrifying aura! Master, this has to be a Quasi-Saint, right?!"

the Great Peng Bird cried out in terror.

He had seen a Phoenix Quasi-Saint at the Immortality Volcano, and with his natural talent, he could roughly discern cultivation levels.

"That's right, it's a Quasi-Saint of the Demon Race... Nine Infants, but only a single thought projection."

Qingyuan's expression turned grave.

Yet inside, a massive storm raged.

A Quasi-Saint was this powerful—a mere thought made his physical body and Primordial Spirit tremble in fear. How terrifying would it be if the true body descended?

The suppression from the difference in realms made Qingyuan's senses extremely uncomfortable.

But he did not lower his head.

Struggling to hold his head up as he stared at the nine-headed monster, he sneered coldly, "What's this? The little one gets beaten, so the old one comes? Your people can kill me, but I'm not allowed to fight back? Di Jun's Heavenly Court sure puts on a grand show of authority, throwing its weight around to this extent!!"

"A sharp-tongued little brat indeed. It seems you cannot be spared today!"

The Nine-Headed Demon Shadow was vicious and ferocious, the boundless Corpse Mountain Blood Sea surging and crashing with his voice.

The momentum was utterly terrifying!

"Spare me?"

Qingyuan showed no fear; instead, he raised his head and roared to the heavens, "If I were to bow my head and cower in fear today, you wouldn't need to kill me—I would take my own life!!"

"In this world, no one can ever break the backbone of a Jie Sect disciple, no one can crush the will of a Jie Sect disciple!! Let alone a mere projection of you, Nine Infants—even if your true body came, even if the Demon Emperor Di Jun, Eastern Emperor Tai Yi, and all the mighty experts of your Heavenly Court stood before me, I would not fear!"

"My head is right here. If you have the guts, come and take it!!"

His arrogant, defiant voice echoed between heaven and earth, shaking the Corpse Mountain Blood Sea.

Qingyuan's jet-black hair was blown back by the wild wind, dancing like three thousand demonic serpents. In his sword-like eyes and handsome face was a pride and arrogance that bordered on madness!!!

Such a bearing.

Even the Great Peng Bird watching from the side was utterly convinced.

He had always thought his master was the serious, proper type of cultivator, but he never expected that when he went wild, even he would look on in admiration!!

Wild!

Truly wild!!

Good heavens.

A Minor Golden Immortal daring to shout defiance at a Quasi-Saint.

This kind of scene was probably rare even in the entire Primordial Wilderness!!

A figure like this was the example the Golden-winged Great Peng should follow. What was Kong Xuan compared to this?!

Infected by the atmosphere, the Great Peng Bird also started shouting, "I am the Son of Primordial Phoenix..."

"Scram!"

The Nine-Headed Demon Shadow waved a stream of magical power.

Sending the Great Peng Bird flying off to who knows where.

His eighteen bloodshot eyes stared fixedly at Qingyuan without letting up. After a long while, he finally spat out unwillingly, "What a fine First Disciple of the Intercepting Sect. You have guts. I will remember this day's matter and settle it another time."

"No need for another time. If you've got the guts, kill me right now!"

Qingyuan roared at Nine Infants, "If you won't fight, won't kill, won't retreat, what's with all this hesitation and dithering?!"

"Could it be that everyone in your Heavenly Court is like this? You..."

Nine Infants was furious beyond words.

But there was nothing he could do.

He transformed into a streak of Black Light and vanished into the sky. In an instant, the scene of the Corpse Mountain Blood Sea disappeared.

"Phew..."

Qingyuan breathed a sigh of relief inside.

Knowing that the Demon Race Quasi-Saint didn't dare kill him was one thing, but having that terrifying aura pressing down on him while he was present was another matter entirely.

Nine Infants had only been a single projection here.

Yet it had felt like he had fought three hundred rounds with someone, his magical power and physical strength completely drained.

After replenishing his magical power.

Qingyuan went to find the Golden-winged Great Peng Bird who had been sent flying.

The Great Peng Bird wasn't too badly injured.

Just a little disheartened.

Seeing Qingyuan arrive, he hung his head and asked dejectedly, "Master, before, when I brought up the name of the Son of Primordial Phoenix and the Phoenix Clan, everyone gave me some leeway. Why is it that now no one gives way to me anymore?"

"To forge iron, you must be strong yourself. If you were a Quasi-Saint, a mighty figure shaking the Primordial Wilderness, who would dare look down on you?"

Qingyuan patted his shoulder to encourage him, "You are the first Golden-winged Great Peng in heaven and earth, possessing the innate Yin-Yang Two Qi. You yourself are a being of invincible potential. Why do you need to borrow someone else's name? Why not cultivate earnestly and become the existence that others fear?"

"What's so good about being a second-generation?"

"Why not go and be the first generation???"