Sword Cleaves All Directions, Leaving No Enemy

Upon hearing this, Deathly Stillness fell over the surroundings.

Fan Yuan's face darkened inch by inch.

Kneel down.

With that kneel, the backbone of Soaring Tower was broken in public.

But if I don't kneel...

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Zhou Heng, who was being held down on the ground.

The instant those two words entered my ears.

Zhou Heng suddenly tilted his head back.

"No!"

A scream suddenly exploded out.

He struggled, his eyes instantly turning bloodshot.

"Master, you can't kneel!"

But that scream, falling on the Deathly Stillness battlefield, sounded ridiculously faint.

Nobody paid him any attention.

Zhou Heng was filled with remorse.

'It's my fault.'

'If I hadn't insisted on coming to this battlefield, how could my master have ended up in this state...'

Upon realizing this, Zhou Heng could no longer restrain himself and struggled desperately, trying to rush over.

But he hadn't gotten up yet.

A crisp "snap" sounded.

Ji Changfeng casually slapped him, sending him flying backward and crashing heavily to the ground, unable to get up for a long time.

"Even a worthless stray dog dares to bark."

Whether he kneels or not is not up to you to decide.

As he spoke, Ji Changfeng seemed to remember something, and a smile appeared on his lips.

He gave him a wink.

A Cultivator beside him understood, strode forward, grabbed Zhou Heng, and placed a cold blade against his neck.

The glint of the blade reflected in the fire, brushing against flesh, sending a chill through the air.

Ji Changfeng then slowly looked at Fan Yuan, a half-smile on his face.

"Old Fan, your apprentice's neck is still quite tender."

"Do you want to kneel down and beg for some dignity, or do you want to see his head roll off the ground first?"

Blood trickled from the corner of Zhou Heng's mouth, and his mind was buzzing.

In that moment of confusion, a voice reached his ears.

It was Fan Yuan's voice.

"Zhou Heng, listen to me carefully."

He was being supported, but he still tried his best to turn his head and look at the boy who had fallen to the ground.

His tone was calmer than ever before.

"None of this has anything to do with you."

"Whether you come or not, this battle will still be fought."

"This disaster tonight is something you can't stop."

"So--"

"It's not your fault."

He knows Zhou Heng too well.

This kid looks rough and reckless, but beneath that carefree exterior lies an exceptionally sensitive heart.

Zhou Heng groggily raised his head.

Through my teary eyes, I could only see my master's knees.

Slowly, it bent down.

I'm about to kneel.

His mind went completely blank in an instant.

At this very moment.

As if by some strange twist of fate, a face appeared in Zhou Heng's mind.

It is Qin Wangchuan.

And that day, his parting words under the Jujube Tree—

"Don't throw away the Jujube Pit after you finish eating them, take them with you."

"In a critical moment, I can protect you."

At the time, he took it as a joke.

But that voice rang in his ears like a lifeline.

Like fate.

"Encountering a formidable foe--"

"Just throw it out."

Almost instinctively, Zhou Heng reached into his robes with trembling hands and pulled out the Jujube Pit that had been polished until it was warm and smooth.

With all his might, he hurled it at He Ge.

He Ge didn't even lift his eyelids; with a swift backhand, he caught the "Hidden Weapon" firmly in his palm.

Upon closer inspection.

He smiled.

"He's just a child after all."

"They dare to use something like this as Hidden Weapon."

He chuckled, flicked his fingers, and made as if to crush the Jujube Pit into dust.

However.

His knuckles turned white from clenching his fists.

The tiny Jujube Pit remained completely still.

The smile on He Ge's face gradually froze.

Just then, he felt a burning sensation in his palm.

The Jujube Pit suddenly became scalding hot, so hot that he jerked his hand away.

The Jujube Pit fell to the ground.

At the very moment of impact—

Boom!!

The ground beneath their feet suddenly trembled violently.

Immediately afterwards.

Under the horrified gazes of everyone.

A towering ancient tree rises from the ground, its branches spreading wide and reaching straight into the sky!

This sudden turn of events disrupted everyone's plans.

He Ge's expression changed drastically, not understanding what this giant tree that had sprung up from the ground was all about.

Fan Yuan was also startled.

But he reacted extremely quickly, and his True Qi suddenly surged!

The Cultivator were supporting him were caught off guard and were actually shaken off by him.

Fan Yuan darted to Zhou Heng's side in a flash, shielding him behind him.

"Is this the gentleman's handwriting?" he asked urgently in a low voice, "Why didn't you show it to me sooner!"

"I... I don't know."

Zhou Heng looked completely bewildered.

"It's alright, it's not too late now." Fan Yuan composed himself. "What's the use of this?"

"I... I don't know either..."

Zhou Heng was completely bewildered and had no idea what was going on.

Fan Yuan: "..."

Meanwhile, He Ge also noticed the strange behavior between the two, and alarm bells rang in his mind.

"Don't just stand there, press him down!"

He shouted sternly, fearing that something might have really gone wrong.

But the unexpected has already happened.

That ancient tree is still growing wildly.

It grew taller and thicker, its gnarled roots surging forth from the ground, causing the earth to crack and crumble wherever they went.

With such a devastating force, almost like a natural disaster, no one dared to make any rash moves.

No one can guarantee that they won't fall into that torn crack in the ground at any moment.

In the blink of an eye, the ancient tree has grown into a colossal tree that can block out the sky.

Its branches and leaves formed a canopy, completely shrouding the area behind the Soaring Tower in its shadow.

Then.

Everything fell into an eerie silence.

"... finished?"

He Ge stared intently at the giant tree, his mind still on the line.

The Soaring Tower harbors a Celestial Person.

He had heard this rumor before.

That is why all the attackers on this night's journey were experts at the ninth level of cultivation. Even if they were to encounter that Celestial Person, they would still have the strength to fight him.

But this giant tree in front of me...

Aside from trying to scare people, there seems to be no other activity.

The apprehension in He Ge's eyes dissipated considerably.

However, they did not completely relax.

"Stay away from that tree, beware of a trap."

After giving his instructions, he turned his gaze to Fan Yuan, a half-smile playing on his lips.

"It seems... it's nothing special, Old Fan."

"If you have any other trump cards up your sleeve, feel free to use them—"

Before he finished speaking, the smile on his face had not yet faded.

Dao Ji faint sound rang out as it floated in the air.

Like the sound of a sword.

No one even saw what happened.

Without warning, He Ge's body exploded.

Blood mist dissipated.

Who would have thought?

He Ge, the youngest ninth-level expert in Mystic Capital Prefecture, possesses extraordinary talent and a promising future.

Just moments ago, he was making provocative remarks, but in the blink of an eye, he erased everything, including the unfinished sentence.

Nothing was left behind.

A deathly silence suddenly enveloped the entire room.

Ji Changfeng, who was closest, was splattered with blood mist.

The confident smile on his face gradually froze, turning into a look of utter astonishment.

He... didn't even see how He Ge died.

Driven by instinct, Ji Changfeng subconsciously took a step back.

This is the step.

Everyone clearly witnessed his death.

There was no flash of blades, no shadow of swords.

Ji Changfeng's body split in two from top to bottom at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, and was then shredded into a cloud of blood mist by a mysterious force.

The lingering force of that departing momentum still has its residual power.

Right before everyone's eyes, they carved a straight trench in the ground.

Everyone immediately realized what was happening.

Those are sword marks.

The killer was a single, deadly strike!

But from beginning to end, no one could see where that slash came from.

It's not over yet!

The invisible slashes fell continuously from the sky, one after another.

There was no sound, no sign.

A fleeting, almost imperceptible Sword Light.

One by one, the Cultivator came to launch a sneak attack were turned into blood mist under the Sword Light and disappeared into the night.

Some people died with a face full of shock and doubt, never understanding how they died.

Some people were so terrified that they turned and fled.

Regardless of surprise or doubt, or even fleeing.

Without exception.

None of them could escape that Sword Light, none of them could escape death.

Fan Yuan stared blankly at the scene.

I felt a chill run from my tailbone straight to the top of my head, and my scalp tingled.