Massacre

The moment that thought arose, even he was startled.

A Domain Lord?!

How was that possible?! Why would a Domain Lord-level powerhouse come to a place like this?!

But the next second, he had no time to think about it, because that figure had already descended to less than a hundred meters above the ground. Those calm eyes looked down upon the entire planet from on high.

Then, a wave of divine sense swept down.

It was so powerful, so precise, so all-pervasive that it instantly scanned every corner of the planet.

Every building, every mine tunnel, every concentration camp, every person—whether members of the Fire Phoenix Organization or imprisoned slaves—was swept by that divine sense. There were no blind spots.

Qian Yu closed his eyes and allowed his divine sense to pass over those familiar scenes.

That concentration camp was where he had once been imprisoned.

That mine tunnel was where he had once sweated profusely as he dug for ore.

That square was where he had once been "displayed" alongside the other slaves.

And those people!!!

Qian Yu opened his eyes, and a faint smile slowly curled across his lips.

That smile was so faint it was nearly imperceptible.

Yet for some reason, everyone who saw it felt a bone-chilling cold rise from their spines.

"Hundreds of years."

Qian Yu spoke softly.

His voice was not loud, yet it rang clearly in every person's ears.

"I'm back."

His gaze first locked onto that Cosmic Level presence.

The person in charge of the KX-7 outpost, Cosmic Level Fifth Order.

"No, don't panic... No matter how strong he is, he's only one person... As long as I hold him off, headquarters will definitely send someone..."

He muttered to himself, as though trying to bolster his courage.

The next second.

Qian Yu vanished.

The administrator's pupils contracted sharply. His divine sense spread out frantically, attempting to catch that vanished figure.

"He disappeared?! Where is he?!"

He spun around, his divine sense sweeping behind him—nothing.

To the left—nothing.

To the right—nothing.

Above—nothing!

"Where?! Where the hell is he?!"

Fear coiled around his heart like a venomous snake.

He was clearly a Cosmic Level Fifth Order expert, someone of note even within the Fire Wind Organization, yet at this moment, he was like a blind man, unable to catch even a trace of his enemy!

"Are you looking for me?"

A calm voice suddenly sounded behind him, close enough to touch.

The administrator's heart skipped a beat.

He whipped around, but a slender palm was already pressed against his head.

That hand was not large. It could even be called fair and slender. Yet resting on his head now, it felt like a towering mountain bearing down on him, leaving him unable to move even an inch.

The administrator's eyes widened!

"You—"

Splat!!

Qian Yu clenched his five fingers, and the man's head burst like an overripe watermelon, red and white matter spraying everywhere.

The headless body swayed before falling stiffly to the ground with a dull thud.

With a casual wave, Qian Yu collected the administrator's spatial ring and spoils of war. He did not even glance at the corpse.

Cosmic Level Fifth Order?

Before him, he was no different from an ant.

"First."

Qian Yu spoke softly, and then his figure vanished again.

The next instant, an even vaster and more terrifying pressure erupted outward from him!

Talent Secret Art—Space-Time Control, fully activated!

Ninefold Fire Domain—fully activated!

Boom!!!

Centered on Qian Yu, space within a radius of more than a hundred kilometers instantly froze!

The Fire Phoenix members who had been fleeing remained locked in their running poses, unable to take another step.

The guards attempting to start their spacecraft and flee had their fingers only a centimeter from the control panels, yet could no longer press down.

The supervisors, stewards, and thugs hiding inside buildings and trembling in terror could not even blink. They could only stare wide-eyed as death closed in step by step.

The entire KX-7 planet, across a range of more than a hundred kilometers, fell into a deathly silence.

Only Qian Yu moved freely within that frozen space.

He took one step, appearing above a concentration camp.

Below, over a hundred Fire Phoenix members were frozen in place, the terror on their faces clearly visible.

Qian Yu raised a hand, and a battle saber appeared.

A flash of blade light.

More than a hundred heads flew into the air at once. Headless bodies collapsed in unison, blood gushing out like fountains and blooming into bizarre crimson flowers within the frozen space.

Qian Yu did not spare them a glance before vanishing again.

The next location.

Another flash of blade light.

Another hundred-plus heads flew up.

Then the next place, and the next.

Like a precise killing machine, he appeared again and again throughout the hundred-kilometer radius, swinging his saber again and again.

Every slash took dozens or hundreds of lives.

Qian Yu showed no mercy. Not a single one would escape!

His eyes remained calm throughout, but it was precisely that calmness that drove the Fire Phoenix members frozen in place to the depths of terror.

They wanted to beg for mercy, but they could not open their mouths.

They wanted to run, but they could not move their legs.

They could only watch helplessly as that black-clad figure descended again and again, swung his saber again and again, watched their companions' heads fly off one by one as blood sprayed everywhere, and then silently waited for their own deaths.

The torment of waiting to die was a hundred times worse than dying outright.

Although the slaves in the concentration camps below were also frozen in place and unable to move, their eyes could still see everything.

They watched the demons who usually strutted about in tyranny fall one by one like lambs awaiting slaughter.

They watched that black-haired, black-clad young man reap sinful lives one after another like the god of death.

Several minutes later.

Qian Yu stopped.

Within a radius of more than a hundred kilometers, every member of the Fire Phoenix Organization—including supervisors, guards, stewards, physicians, auctioneers, logistical staff, and even the local accomplices who aided evil—had been killed.

Not one was spared.

Blood flowed simultaneously at hundreds of locations, gradually merging into scarlet streams that seeped into KX-7's barren earth.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, so heavy it was almost nauseating.

But Qian Yu merely floated silently in the air, looking down at it all.

Not a single drop of blood stained his black clothes.

His expression remained as calm as still water.

After that, he could not even be bothered to use his saber. Relying on Space-Time Control and the Fire Domain, he forcibly crushed everyone he wanted dead.

He flew rapidly across the planet's surface, and wherever his domain swept, blood covered the ground.

In just over ten minutes, not a single living person remained on the entire planet apart from the slaves. All had been killed.

Above the planet, Qian Yu stopped and slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.

The surging power within him still churned, showing no sign of weakening.

"The Primordial Dao Tree..."

Qian Yu understood.

He had just driven Space-Time Control at full power for more than ten minutes, then used the Fire Domain to sweep across the entire planet. By all rights, the expenditure should have been enormous.

Yet when he examined the space within his body, he saw the Primordial Dao Tree swaying gently. Waves of pure energy flowed from that three-thousand-meter-tall tree, continuously replenishing his expenditure. However, this seemed to be passive as well.