Killing Di Ru Cao

Slaying Di Like Grass

Faced with the Di people's slaughter, boundless despair seeped into the marrow of every surviving citizen of Flat Valley City.

They huddled in corners, their eyes numb as they waited for death to descend. They no longer even had the strength to weep or wail.

Yet just then—buzz!

An immense, grand, and indescribably frigid pressure seized the entire Flat Valley City without warning.

Under the suppression of that blazing, majestic might, every sound—whether wild laughter, miserable wails, clashing weapons, or burning flame—vanished in an instant.

Even the shrieking wind froze and came to a halt, plunging into utter dead silence.

The boundless sky abruptly darkened as well, but not because dark clouds had blotted out the sun. Rather, a deeper, more oppressive force had descended over it.

The savage grin on Bo Geyu's face froze as he abruptly looked up, his pupils contracting.

There, suspended in the heavens above, stood a figure in azure robes at some unknown moment—Zhang Sanxian.

He stood with his hands behind his back and his eyes lowered, looking down upon the hell below. There was no aura around him, only an absolute stillness.

Yet it was precisely this "stillness" that made space itself seem to collapse.

Centered on Zhang Sanxian, invisible ripples spread outward soundlessly. Wherever they passed, chunks of ice silently formed upon the ruined walls, while pools of filthy blood froze into dark-red icicles.

"Who are you?!"

Bo Geyu suppressed the palpitations in his heart and roared fiercely. He flung aside the dying general in his grasp, drew his horse-head greatsword, and erupted with the aura of a peak Returning to Truth cultivator, attempting to blast away that suffocating pressure.

The Di elites all around him also snapped awake. Forcing down the fear in their hearts, they raised curved