Killing the City Lord, the Old Ancestor Makes a Move

With a loud roar, everyone saw countless formations rise up from within the Chaotic Ancient City, densely packed together.

Clearly, this was premeditated; several ancient cities were inexplicably linked together, destined to have an effect.

In just a moment, it unleashed a magnificent and boundless aura.

Ling Xiao looked around and saw transparent runes like starlight everywhere in all directions, with fragments of the Great Dao flying all over the sky like snowflakes falling.

This power was simply inexhaustible, and Ling Xiao instantly felt an immense suppressive force pressing down on him.

Furthermore, he discovered that once the formation was activated, it almost completely sealed off space and time, making it difficult for him to break through the void even with his power.

"This is a formation created by the Ancestor of Formations. No matter how powerful you are, you cannot escape it."

"I originally intended to lead you to my residence and give you a quick death, but you are ungrateful, so don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Gu Daokong laughed wildly, completely revealing his true colors.

"You slaughtered your way across the Mythic Battlefield, but alas, this is your burial ground. Having killed so many giants, you still dare to appear so brazenly? I bet you don't even know the meaning of death!"

"Even a half-step Great Dao Eighth Stage expert who enters this formation will only face certain death. Accept your fate!"

"Brothers, why waste words with him? This kid is a bit strange; we'd better finish this quickly!"

The other city lords stood proudly in all directions, their faces cold as they delivered their final judgment on Ling Xiao.

At this moment, all the formations and runes intertwined and burst forth with power capable of instantly destroying beings at the half-step Great Dao level.

Ling Xiao waved his hand, putting away Golden Horn Dao Lord and the others, before leisurely surveying his surroundings.

Within this unnamed formation, there are many other dimensions, filled with Daoist spells resembling fireworks, rising and falling in waves.

All of this is constantly expanding, seemingly without end.

A beam of divine light shot out, piercing through order and law, its brilliance dazzling and boundless, nothing could conceal it, and it slashed down toward Ling Xiao's head.

Ling Xiao's eyes flashed, and he raised his hand to strike, sending the divine light flying billions of miles away with seemingly ordinary skill.

However, this was merely the calm before the storm.

The next moment, countless fragments of the Great Dao transformed into sword light, forming long rivers of sword Dao. Countless divine swords, as numerous as the Ganges, rose up, pierced through everything, and fell down in a deluge.

"This sword can sever divinity, sever the past and the future, and all forms of existence. No matter how immortal or indestructible you are, you can only meet your end in regret under these swords."

Gu Daokong's arrogant laughter echoed into the formation from the outside.

Several city lords stood with their hands behind their backs, smiling, ready to witness their opponent's downfall.

"You're celebrating too soon."

"The Evil Emperor Sacred Robe!"

Ling Xiao glanced at him coldly, and suddenly a color that didn't belong to this world shone from his body.

He was draped in a noble robe, exuding divine power and radiance, and brimming with the essence of the Great Dao.

The moment the Saint Cloth was formed, Ling Xiao instantly entered a state of invulnerability. He didn't even need to move, letting the rain of divine swords fall on his body.

It couldn't budge the entire body from beginning to end.

"What's this?"

Several city lords stared wide-eyed at the Evil Emperor Sacred Robe on Ling Xiao's body.

This garment is too magnificent, too dazzling; it's as if wearing it would grant one the power to rule over everything.

"If it's only this bad, it's impossible for it to stop me."

Ling Xiao's icy voice pierced through the air, and then, with a swift movement, the Spear of Hell appeared in his hand.

He brandished the Spear of Hell, causing countless strange phenomena to rise and fall, shaking the entire formation. The disciples who had set up the formation were so shaken that they coughed up blood and were completely disoriented.

"Everyone, hold your ground!"

Gu Daokong panicked, but forced himself to remain calm and shouted angrily, "This makes no sense!"

"I don't have time to mess around with you guys, you'd all better die!"

A deafening shout rang out as Ling Xiao unleashed his full power, employing several abilities from the Evil Emperor True Scripture to tear the formation to shreds.

Finally, a spear that seemed to have emerged from hell pierced through the barrier of the formation, impaled a city lord, and pinned him to the void.

The Spear of Hell instantly Destruction all life.

Clean and efficient, neat and tidy.

"Damn it! The formation is going to be destroyed!"

Instantly, the remaining city lords were so frightened that their scalps tingled and their hands and feet turned ice-cold.

"How is this possible! This is a plan I've been meticulously crafting for so long!" Gu Daokong exclaimed in disbelief.

He had been planning this deadly scheme for a long time; it was meticulous and deliberate.

However, to everyone's surprise, Ling Xiao tore it apart with ease.

"There's an old saying: plans can't keep up with changes, and the Gu Daokong. You've miscalculated!"

A pair of large hands tore through the formation, and Ling Xiao's figure suddenly appeared before everyone.

The Evil Emperor True Scripture is all-encompassing, not only possessing terrifying abilities but also containing other knowledge, naturally including the Way of Formations.

This formation was indeed Gao Ming, but after some exploration, Ling Xiao finally found its weak point and tore it apart.

"Ah!"

The city lords were terrified when Ling Xiao suddenly appeared before them.

"You think you can kill me with that little strength? You're dreaming."

Ling Xiao said coldly, and with a flick of his Prison Spear, he pierced through and killed all the other city lords except Gu Daokong.

Most of these city lords were at the fifth or sixth level of the Half-Step Great Dao, making them easy targets for Ling Xiao.

"Don't kill me! I can tell you who ordered me to do this."

Gu Daokong paused for a moment, his intense will to survive almost driving him to madness.

"I'm not interested in that. We'll face any enemy eventually."

Ling Xiao shook his head, erased the Gu Daokong, then raised his hand and unleashed a Chaos Void Heaven-Burning Finger, igniting the sky and sending away all the creatures that had formed the array.

Then, he released his Infinite Great Dao and began to devour and refine the Dao of these people.

Only Ling Xiao remained standing motionless above the entire city lord's mansion.

"It's over?"

"Even if the city lords joined forces, they wouldn't be a match for him. This guy is truly as terrifying as the legends say!"

"This is insane! A god of death, he's a complete god of death!"

The inhabitants of several cities all stared in shock at the sky; a great battle had come and gone even faster.

After absorbing the surrounding Dao, Ling Xiao also looted the City Lord's Mansion before preparing to leave.

Suddenly, on a whim, he sensed that a terrifying aura, permeating the ancient past, emanated from the depths of distant time and space.

Ling Xiao suddenly raised his head and saw a huge palm, formed by the condensation of Daoist magic, vast and boundless, with the lines on the palm resembling deep abysses.

This terrifying palm descended from the sky, suppressing all ages and eras, causing the heavens to fall, the universe to Destruction, and the world to perish.

This was the work of a supreme ancestor, and his target was none other than Ling Xiao.