Massacre

The moment this thought surfaced, even he was startled.

Domain Lord?!

How could it be! Why would a Domain Lord-level powerhouse come to a place like this!

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

Then, a divine sense swept down.

That divine sense—so powerful, so meticulous, so penetrating—instantly scanned every corner of the planet.

Every building, every mining tunnel, every concentration camp, every person—whether members of the Fire Phoenix Organization or imprisoned slaves—all were swept by this divine sense, leaving no blind spots.

Qian Yu closed his eyes, letting the divine sense pass over those familiar scenes.

That concentration camp was where he had once been imprisoned.

That mining tunnel was where he had once toiled, sweating as he dug for ore.

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

And those people!!!

Qian Yu opened his eyes, a faint smile slowly curling at the corners of his mouth.

That smile was very faint, so faint it was almost imperceptible.

But for some reason, everyone who saw that smile felt a bone-chilling cold rise from their spines.

"Several hundred years."

Qian Yu said softly.

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

"I'm back."

His gaze first locked onto that cosmic-level existence.

The KX-7 outpost commander, cosmic-level fifth stage.

"No, don't panic... no matter how strong he is, he's just one man... I just need to stall him, and headquarters will send reinforcements..."

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

The next second.

Qian Yu's figure vanished.

The administrator's pupils contracted sharply, his divine sense frantically expanding, trying to catch that disappearing form.

"Gone?! Where?!"

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

Left—nothing.

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 stage, a notable figure even within the Fire Wind Organization, yet at this moment, he was like a blind man, unable to even track his enemy's trail!

"Are you looking for me?"

A calm voice suddenly sounded from behind him, right at his ear.

The administrator's heart skipped a beat.

He whirled around, but a slender hand had already pressed down on his skull.

That hand was not large; in fact, it was fair and slender, but now resting on his head, it felt like a mountain bearing down, rendering him unable to move even an inch.

The administrator's eyes bulged!

"You—"

Pfft!!

Qian Yu's five fingers clenched shut, and the head burst like a ripe watermelon, splattering red and white in all directions.

The headless body swayed for a moment, then fell stiffly to the ground with a dull thud.

Qian Yu casually waved his hand, collecting the space ring and spoils from the administrator, not even glancing at the corpse.

Cosmic-level fifth stage?

Before him, no different from an ant.

"First one."

Qian Yu said softly, and then his figure vanished once more.

The next moment, an even more vast and terrifying pressure erupted outward from him!

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

Ninefold Fire Domain—fully activated!

Boom!!!

With Qian Yu at the center, space within a radius of over a hundred kilometers instantly froze solid!

Those Fire Phoenix members who had been fleeing remained frozen mid-stride, unable to take another step.

Those guards trying to start their ships and escape had their fingers just one centimeter from the control panels, yet could no longer press down.

The overseers, stewards, and enforcers hiding and trembling in the buildings couldn't even blink; they could only stare wide-eyed, feeling death creeping closer step by step.

The entire KX-7 planet, spanning over a hundred kilometers, fell into a deathly silence.

Only Qian Yu moved through this frozen space as if it were water to a fish.

He took a step, and his figure appeared above a concentration camp.

Below, over a hundred Fire Phoenix members were locked in place, their faces etched with visible terror.

Qian Yu raised his hand, and a battle blade appeared.

A flash of blade light.

Over a hundred heads flew into the air simultaneously, headless bodies toppled in unison, and blood gushed like fountains, blooming into eerie blood blossoms in the frozen space.

Qian Yu didn't spare them a glance; his figure vanished again.

Next location.

Another flash of blade light.

Another hundred heads flew.

Then the next, and the next.

Like a precision killing machine, he appeared again and again across the hundred-kilometer radius, swinging his blade each time.

With every swing, dozens or hundreds of lives were extinguished.

Qian Yu showed no mercy—not a single one would escape!

His gaze remained calm throughout, but it was precisely this calmness that drove the frozen Fire Phoenix members to the brink of utter terror.

They wanted to beg for mercy but couldn't open their mouths.

They wanted to flee but couldn't move their legs.

They could only watch helplessly as the black-clad figure descended time and again, swung his blade time and again, saw their companions' heads fly off one by one, blood splattering, and then silently await their own deaths.

This agony of waiting to die was a hundred times more painful than dying outright.

Below, the slaves in the concentration camps were also frozen in place, unable to move, but their eyes could see everything.

They saw those demons who had once lorded over them now like lambs to the slaughter, their heads falling one by one.

They saw that young man in black robes with black hair reaping sinful lives like the Grim Reaper.

Minutes later.

Qian Yu stopped.

Within a hundred-kilometer radius, every single member of the Fire Phoenix Organization—including overseers, guards, stewards, physicians, auctioneers, logistics personnel, and even the local accomplices who had aided their tyranny—lay dead.

Not one remained.

Blood flowed from hundreds of locations simultaneously, gradually converging into small crimson streams that seeped into KX-7's barren soil.

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

But Qian Yu simply hovered in midair, gazing down at it all.

His black robes bore not a single drop of blood.

His expression remained as calm as still water.

From then on, he couldn't even be bothered to use his blade; he relied on Space-Time Control and the Fire Domain to forcibly crush those he wanted dead.

He sped across the planet's surface, and wherever his domain swept, blood soaked the ground.

In just over ten minutes, aside from the slaves, not a single living soul remained on the entire planet—all dead.

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

The surging power within him still churned, showing no signs of waning.

"The Primordial Dao Tree..."

Qian Yu understood in his heart.

He had just fully driven Space-Time Control for over ten minutes, combined with the Fire Domain sweeping across the entire planet—by all logic, the consumption should have been immense.

But as he looked inward at his internal space, he saw the Primordial Dao Tree gently swaying, streams of pure energy pouring from the three-thousand-meter-tall giant tree, endlessly replenishing his expenditure. Though it seemed to be passive.