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Pang Jie's breathing suddenly stopped.
He watched helplessly as the heads of the two arrogant Azure Heaven Immortal Master flew off without warning, their blood gushing out like a waterfall.
There were no earth-shattering Law Technique, no dazzling Sword Light.
It was just a casual swipe.
It's as easy as brushing away dust.
The pungent smell of blood instantly assaulted my nostrils, mixed with the earthy odor, making me want to vomit.
His mother let out a suppressed gasp behind him.
It all happened so fast, it felt so unreal.
The boy's understanding underwent a dramatic change in that instant.
True power is an absolute force that surpasses imagination, a terror that leaves no room for resistance and sends chills down the spines of even bystanders.
'Sword...?'
'After learning swordsmanship, will I be as strong as the Little Immortal?'
Myriad Star Pavilion's face was paler than a dead man's.
His lips were trembling.
"Senior, please forgive me!" Myriad Star Pavilion's forehead slammed heavily against the ground, splashing blood mixed with dust. "It was because I saw Pang Yucheng obtain the treasure... that I was momentarily greedy... that I killed him! I know I was wrong!"
He trembled as he pulled a brocade pouch from his robes, his fingers shaking so badly he could barely hold it. "Inside are some heavenly materials and earthly treasures, I only beg you, senior, to spare my worthless life!"
Pang Yucheng is Pang Jie's father.
"My father's death... was not an accident...?" Pang Jie was struck dumb upon hearing this.
His father died in the Beast Tide, but thinking about it carefully, the Beast Tide seems to have appeared suddenly.
Could it be that Myriad Star Pavilion was behind all of this?
This was the first time Pang Jie had ever felt such intense hatred towards someone.
He looked up abruptly, then froze.
Suddenly, a flying sword was already pressed against the Myriad Star Pavilion's brow; before the tip even reached him, the blade had already sliced through his skin.
A drop of Blood Bead slowly slid down the bridge of his nose.
"A moment of greed? That can't be right." Qin Wangchuan corrected him calmly. "I heard some people say they wanted to massacre the entire city."
"They even said that because of the Holy Land's reputation, no one would dare to investigate the accounts even if they were exposed."
"How impressive!"
Under the gaze of those deep, unfathomable eyes, all of the Myriad Star Pavilion's pride and confidence melted away like snow under the sun.
He had no doubt that if he uttered another word, the next silent sword strike would slit his throat.
The instinct for survival overwhelmed everything.
Myriad Star Pavilion, almost trembling, frantically pulled an Azure Heaven Cloud Pattern talisman carved with azure cloud patterns from his robes. A final struggle flashed in his eyes before being overwhelmed by immense fear.
He gritted his teeth and crushed the jade talisman in one swift motion!
"Snap!"
The crisp cracking sound was particularly jarring in the Deathly Stillness courtyard.
The moment the jade talisman shattered, a dazzling beam of azure light shot into the sky, piercing through the night and exploding suddenly high in the air.
It transformed into a huge and clear azure cloud totem, which could be clearly seen even from dozens of miles away!
This is the highest level of distress signal that can only be used by core disciples of the Azure Heaven Holy Land when they face a life-or-death crisis!
As soon as the signal was sent, Myriad Star Pavilion seemed to have all his strength drained away and collapsed to the ground.
His face was ashen, and he was panting heavily, not daring to look at Qin Wangchuan again.
Pang Jie's heart clenched suddenly.
Although he didn't know the specific meaning of the signal, judging from its momentum, he knew it would attract an unimaginably powerful enemy.
He subconsciously looked at the figure in Mysterious Ink Gilded Gold, his eyes filled with worry.
However, Qin Wangchuan's expression remained unchanged in the face of the soaring distress signal and the dazzling blue sky totem in the night sky.
It was as if it were just an insignificant lantern in the night sky.
Then, to the disbelief of Pang Jie and Myriad Star Pavilion...
With a flick of his sleeve, Qin Wangchuan released a Talisman Paper that transformed into a heavily armored Soldier Puppet in a flash of light.
The Soldier Puppet silently bent his knees, his back straightened, and in an instant transformed into a cold, hard-lined seat.
He gracefully took his seat, one hand casually resting on his knee, his fingertips tapping lightly as if waiting for some unimportant guest.
"Why are you standing?" Qin Wangchuan didn't turn around, but said calmly to Pang Jie, who was standing stiffly to the side, "Sit."
As soon as he finished speaking, another Talisman Paper floated out from his sleeve and transformed into a slightly smaller stone talisman stool beside Pang Jie.
Pang Jie sat down shakily.
The night wind blew by, carrying a strong smell of blood, and lifted a corner of his Mystic Ink Robe.
Behind him were two headless corpses that were gradually growing cold, and in front of him was the limp, trembling Azure Heaven Prodigy.
Qin Wangchuan, meanwhile, picked up a book from somewhere and began to open it, appearing as calm as if he were sitting in his own study.
This extreme composure contrasted sharply with the bloody and terrifying scene before him, giving Pang Jie a deeper, bone-chilling shock.
Time slipped away slowly in a suffocating silence.
Myriad Star Pavilion remained kneeling on the ground, racking his brains for a way to escape, filled with deep regret.
Every second felt like a year.
Finally, a sharp whistling sound came from the distant horizon!
At least twenty Sword Light were flying towards this place, their powerful auras undisguised.
The reinforcements from the Azure Heaven Holy Land have arrived!
The leading streak of azure light was the most intense; even before it arrived, its furious roar echoed like thunder.
"Who dares to harm a disciple of my Azure Heaven Holy Land?!"
The sound waves made Pang Jie's eardrums ache and his Qi and Blood surge.
However, faced with this overwhelming momentum, Qin Wangchuan, sitting on the Wooden Stool, simply raised his eyes slowly.
Deep within his eyes, that dormant golden light finally began to flicker once more.
Pang Jie saw it.
He saw the Little Immortal's fingertips Outline in Mid-air, golden light swirling around, as if he were writing something.
With each stroke of the pen.
The character for "rain" was written in an instant.
The moment the words were written, a circular light wheel covering the sky suddenly appeared above Qingmu Town, and the word "Rain" in the wheel was like the sun in the sky.
The next moment, countless tiny Sword Qi poured down from the Light Wheel like a torrential rain.
The shouts from the distant Azure Heaven Holy Land suddenly stopped.
Pang Jie looked up, and his pupils reflected a breathtaking scene—
The twenty streaks of azure Sword Light were instantly reduced to mangled fragments by the sword rain.
Even though the people inside struggled desperately and used all their abilities, they were powerless to help.
The Body Protection Spiritual Light vanished like bubbles in the rain of swords, and the robes and flesh were disintegrated inch by inch in the dense Sword Qi Storm, turning into a sky full of blood mist and bits of flesh, which fell from the sky.
He couldn't even let out a decent scream.
In the blink of an eye.
The sky cleared up.
In the sky where the sword light was roaring and formidable just now, now only the cold light wheel with the word "Rain" floating quietly, and the slowly drifting blood mist dust with a thick fishy smell were left.
All reinforcements were wiped out.
Not even a single intact body was left behind.
Myriad Star Pavilion stared intently at the fading "rain" character Light Wheel in the sky, and the lingering, crimson blood mist.
When Qin Wangchuan's indifferent gaze fell upon him again, it was like a tangible ice pick, piercing his very soul.
"Say it again."
Two words, spoken lightly, without a trace of emotion.
It was as if an Invisible Giant Hands had suddenly dragged Myriad Star Pavilion into Ten Thousand Foot Ice Cave!