Saintly Land Elders Fared No Better!

Myriad Star Pavilion's blood suddenly froze, his pupils dilated to the extreme, and all his struggles, regrets, and fears were completely overwhelmed by the despair that crushed everything.

A choking, suffocating sound escaped his throat, as if even his breath was frozen by that gaze.

Although I really didn't want to continue, but--

Just as he had not given anyone a choice when he summoned Beast Tide to seize the treasure, driving countless people to their deaths.

At this moment, he also had no choice.

Myriad Star Pavilion's trembling hand reached for the last dark Cyan Jade Slip in his bosom—a life-saving item bestowed upon him by his master.

He poured his last bit of Spiritual Power into the Jade Slip, like a puppet.

The Jade Slip burst forth with a chilling azure light, then transformed into a stream of light and vanished into the horizon.

A piercing shriek, tearing through the sky, echoed from the horizon!

A dark cyan streak of light tore through the air at a speed far exceeding any of the previous enemies, carrying a terrifying pressure that sent chills down one's spine. It was clearly the one who had sensed the disciple's last plea for help—

Myriad Star Pavilion's master, the Punishment Peak Master of the Azure Heaven Holy Land, has personally descended!

Qin Wangchuan finally looked up from between the pages of the book, gazed at the sky, and nodded indifferently. "Finally, someone decent has arrived."

"But, I am not qualified to speak on behalf of the Holy Land."

The highest cultivation level of most Holy Lord in Middle Thousand Provinces Holy Land is the Fifteenth Realm: Spirit Venerable Realm.

He was certainly no match for the Spirit Venerable.

But a mere Peak Master isn't much of a problem.

"One block."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Wangchuan's Sword Intent soared into the sky.

An indescribable, terrifying Sword Intent, seemingly capable of melting everything, erupted from his body, boiling like a furnace!

Just when Pang Jie thought the Little Immortal was about to stand up and prepare for a big battle...

But Qin Wangchuan remained calmly seated on the couch formed by the Soldier Puppet, showing no intention of getting up.

He simply raised his right hand casually and wrote another character.

With a flick of the wrist, the character is formed.

The enormous "rain" character light seal above Qingmu Town instantly changed, with the central rune twisting and rearranging.

In an instant, it transformed into something even larger, colder, and radiating an aura of pure destruction—

"Cut"!

The golden characters hang high, like the judgment of Heavenly Dao suspended in the sky!

The next moment, a massive golden Sword Qi, condensed to its extreme, slashed down fiercely from the wheel seal, opening up everything in its path!

There were no earth-shattering explosions, no protracted confrontations.

There was only a faint "ripping" sound, like cloth being torn.

In the Myriad Star Pavilion's pupils, which had suddenly shrunk to the size of a pinhead, was reflected the dark blue light of his powerful master, a light imbued with his immense strength.

Like a fragile piece of glass, it was cleaved in two by that golden Sword Qi!

The two halves of the remaining light, propelled forward by inertia, shot several hundred feet further.

The aura and pressure emanating from it rapidly dissipated and vanished, ultimately disappearing silently into the cold night sky like a flickering candle in the wind, leaving no trace.

Everything returned to Deathly Stillness.

In the sky, only the cold golden wheel seal with the word "Zhan" floating quietly, and the energy aftermath that quickly dissipated.

Qin Wangchuan withdrew his finger and looked at the Myriad Star Pavilion, "Say it again."

Myriad Star Pavilion froze on the spot, forgetting even to tremble. The last glimmer of light in his eyes was extinguished, leaving only endless despair and coldness.

He knew he was doomed to die today, and more importantly—

"My lord... there's no one left to call upon..."

Even the master has been killed. It's useless for the weak to call upon him, and he can't even get in touch with the strong.

In the end, Myriad Star Pavilion was nothing more than a mere core disciple of the Holy Land.

However, before he could finish speaking—

"Buzz--!!!"

The space above Qingmu Town began to twist violently without warning, emitting a sickening buzzing sound!

A pressure far more terrifying and profound than ever before suddenly descended!

The sky seemed to have been ripped open by an Invisible Giant Hands, leaving a huge, pitch-black rift! Within the rift, chaotic currents surged, and the scene of stars vanishing and disappearing could be vaguely seen.

A blurry yet incredibly majestic figure stepped out from the void rift!

"What kind of wicked creature dares to slaughter my Azure Heaven Sect members and behead my Peak Master?!"

A roar, like a thunderclap from the heavens, exploded from the void rift, carrying boundless fury and undeniable majesty, causing all the houses in Qingmu Town to tremble.

It was none other than a Heavenly Venerable!

He was just one step away from becoming Spirit Venerable.

Just hearing that voice is enough to stir one's Divine Soul.

The immense Holy Might emanating from it seemed to freeze time and space in the entire Qingmu Town, silencing everything and even stopping the wind from flowing.

Clearly, it was a terrifying being from a higher level of the Azure Heaven Holy Land who noticed that the Soul Lamp of the core disciples were going out one after another, and even the Soul Lamp of a Peak Master had been completely annihilated.

Enraged, he didn't hesitate to tear through the void and personally cross over to see what had happened in this small Qingmu Town!

The unexpected turn of events rekindled Myriad Star Pavilion's hope!

'The elder has arrived! I'm saved!'

However, this guy's cool demeanor didn't last more than three seconds.

Qin Wangchuan closed the book in his hand, raised his eyes to look at the figure that tore through the void and brought with overwhelming pressure, and a slight smile appeared on his lips:

"Finally, something decent has arrived."

He slowly rose from the Mystic Armor Seat formed by the Soldier Puppet, his Mystic Ink Robe fluttering even without wind.

Qin Wangchuan turned his head and said calmly to Pang Jie, who was already stunned beside him, "Watch carefully."

Before he finished speaking, the Guluan Sword was already in his hand.

There was no sword clinking, no dazzling light, only a single sword descending upon the person in the sky.

"The Taichu God-Burial Sword"

The Sword Light flashed like a reversed Milky Way, and the world suddenly brightened.

Dao Ji dazzling Sword Light erupted from the edge of the Guluan Sword, like the first ray of light Heaven-Opening, illuminating the entire night sky as bright as day!

The moment Qingxiao Heavenly Venerable stepped out of the void, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his protective Spiritual Power instantly activated, forming a thick barrier.

However, that dazzling Sword Light contained a kind of Great Dao Lightning Light, which easily penetrated the spiritual barrier and the Sword Qi rushed straight in, directly hitting his Sacred Body!

"Clang--!"

Amidst a deafening roar, the Sword Light clashed violently with the Sacred Body, unleashing a dazzling burst of light.

The Heavenly Venerable's body trembled violently. Although the Sword Light was forcefully blocked by his Thousands of Refinements Sacred Body, it still tore a shallow gash in his chest, from which golden-red Saint Blood slowly seeped out.

He plummeted from the sky as if he had been crushed by a mountain!

As the smoke cleared, this lofty Heavenly Venerable was now kneeling on one knee three zhang away from Qin Wangchuan in the most humiliating posture.

His Saint Crown was askew, and his disheveled hair had completely robbed him of any semblance of majesty, leaving only eyes filled with disbelief and horror.

Qin Wangchuan watched this scene and nodded knowingly, "After all, it is the Heavenly Venerable Body."

Although the Taichu God-Burial Sword is exquisite, it is actually just a supreme sword strike obtained by sacrificing speed.

Although he incorporated the unique celestial Great Dao Celestial Phenomenon of his Celestial Being Realm — Lightning Light.

It can break through the protective spiritual barriers of cultivators.

However, when faced with a truly powerful physical body and a huge gap in cultivation level, it is still difficult to inflict a fatal injury.

However, the objective of shooting it down has already been achieved.

The entire scene fell into an eerie, deathly Deathly Stillness.

The glimmer of hope that had just begun to ignite in the Myriad Star Pavilion's eyes was extinguished by this unbelievable scene, leaving only deeper confusion and fear.

He knew who the visitor was: the Second Elder of his own Holy Land, Venerable Lei Ming!

This elder was fierce and ruthless, and his cultivation had reached the mid-stage of the Heavenly Venerable realm. He wielded immense power within the Holy Land, and his disciples usually didn't even have the courage to look him in the eye.

Because I already know, I cannot comprehend this absurd and terrifying scene before me.

A dignified Heavenly Venerable was actually defeated by a junior.

Nobody would believe that if I told them!

Venerable Lei Ming quickly stood up, brushed the dust off his clothes, and regained his composure, but his heart was already churning with turbulent waves.

His gaze was like lightning, sweeping across the entire room in an instant.

One of their own disciples, I think his name was Myriad Star Pavilion, was domineering and ruthless, and quite famous among the disciples.

There was also a child who had just begun his spiritual practice, and a woman.

Standing in the distance was an old man with a profound and unfathomable aura, and...

Venerable Lei Ming's gaze finally settled on the young man Mystic Armor Seat.

With just one glance, his blood almost froze!

The young man sat calmly atop his terrifying War Servant, his aura perfectly concealed. Had I not just been knocked down, I probably would have thought he was just an ordinary person who had wandered into this place by mistake.

The dark Mystic Ink Robe seemed to have a True Dragon dwelling on it, and the Daoist Dao Script embroidered on it contained a kind of supreme Dao Rhyme, which made even this Heavenly Venerable feel unsettled.

'That attack just now... originated from this child?!' Venerable Lei Ming instantly realized.

'This person is definitely no ordinary individual, and that old man in the distance... is likely his Dao Protector!'

How could someone whose power could shake even Heavenly Venerable Body be of humble origin?

Venerable Lei Ming suppressed the turmoil in his heart, bowed deeply, and lowered his posture to the lowest possible level.

The voice carried an unprecedented level of caution:

"Young Master, may I ask where my Azure Heaven Holy Land has offended you to provoke such... Thunderous Wrath?"

Yes, he was scared.

But what I fear is not the young man before me.

Rather, it's the power, sect, and even Lineage behind the cultivation of such an extraordinary young man.