If We Can't Reach an Agreement, Then Kill!

Chen Changqing's figure flashed across the sky like a streak of blue lightning, landing steadily in the void above the Netherworld Trench.

He carried the Immortal Execution Sword on his back, his green robe fluttering in the sea breeze, and calmly surveyed his surroundings.

More than three hundred True Lord Cultivators stared at him, their eyes flashing with different lights—greed, hesitation, fear, and eagerness.

"Gentlemen," Chen Changqing began, his voice not loud, yet clearly reaching everyone's ears, "I am Chen Changqing of Mount Shu. May I ask what brings you all here from afar?"

A moment of silence fell over the crowd.

An elderly man dressed in a gray robe was the first to step forward.

"Young friend Chen, you are too kind. I am an elder of the Eastern Wasteland Rogue Cultivator Alliance, my name is simply 'Hong'." The gray-robed elder clasped his hands in greeting, a smile plastered on his face. "I have come today with no ill intentions, but I have heard that you have undergone a transformation in the Heavenly Void Divine Pool, and that you still possess residual Chaotic Origin Energy. I have come specifically to request a trace of it."

"Demand it?" Chen Changqing raised an eyebrow. "Elder Hong makes that sound so easy."

"Young friend Chen, you've misunderstood." Elder Hong quickly waved his hand. "We certainly wouldn't take your things for nothing. If you're willing to share a wisp of Chaotic Origin Energy Qi, we're willing to offer 100,000 High-grade Spirit Stones as compensation."

"One hundred thousand High-grade Spirit Stones?" Chen Changqing laughed. "Elder Hong is indeed generous. However, I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you all—I have no Chaotic Origin Energy within me."

The atmosphere around them changed abruptly upon hearing this.

"Young friend Chen, that's a rather pointless remark." A middle-aged Cultivator dressed in black stepped forward with a sneer from the crowd. "The Chaotic Origin Energy of the Heavenly Void Divine Pool has miraculous effects on the transformation of the soul; this is common knowledge throughout the Nine Provinces. How could you possibly have not a trace of it remaining after soaking in the pool for an hour?"

"That's right! Young friend Chen, don't take us for fools!"

"Hand over the Chaotic Origin Energy, and we will naturally retreat. If you do not hand it over—"

"What if we don't pay?" Chen Changqing's voice suddenly turned cold.

A ruthless glint flashed in the black-clad Cultivator's eyes. "Then don't blame us for being impolite!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly activated his magic Law Power, and a pitch-black palm print slammed down towards Chen Changqing's head.

Chen Changqing stood still, without moving an inch.

Just as the palm print was about to land on his head, a silver spear light shot out from the direction of the Mount Shu Warship.

"Boom!"

The spear's edge and the palm print collided violently in mid-air, exploding into a blinding ball of light.

The black-clad Cultivator was sent flying hundreds of feet away, managing to regain his footing with a sliver of blood spilling from his mouth.

Bai Wuya, carrying a silver spear, appeared beside Chen Changqing like a ghost, coldly surveying everyone present.

"Anyone who dares to harm a disciple of Mount Shu will first have to ask the gun in my hand if it will allow it!"

His aura was released without reservation, and the pressure of Heavenly Monarch level spread in all directions like a tide.

The True Lord Cultivators present all paled.

Heavenly Monarch!

The Mount Shu actually sent a Heavenly Monarch to escort Chen Changqing!

A commotion arose in the crowd.

Some began to back down, while others' eyes flashed with a hint of madness.

"Everyone!" Elder Hong shouted, "So what if Heavenly Monarch? There are over three hundred of us here. Can one Heavenly Monarch kill us all? The law doesn't punish the masses!"

"That's right! The law doesn't punish everyone!"

"Go! Grab the Chaotic Origin Energy and run! The Mount Shu can't possibly chase us to the ends of the earth!"

Greed triumphed over reason.

More than three hundred True Lord Cultivators attacked together, and various colored lights intertwined in the sky, illuminating the entire sea area as if it were daytime.

Bai Wuya snorted coldly, swept his silver spear, and the spear light Rainbow Piercing Sun, directly blasting away the dozen or so Cultivators at the front.

But there are too many.

Even though Bai Wuya was Heavenly Monarch, he could only barely protect Chen Changqing within a ten-zhang radius when facing the siege of more than three hundred True Lords.

The figure of Daoist Chen Yuan swept over from the warship. With a wave of Whisk, clear light fell and blocked dozens of attacks.

"Chen Changqing!" Daoist Chen Yuan shouted in a deep voice, "Retreat to the warship!"

Chen Changqing stood still, looking at the group of Cultivators who had lost their minds, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

The talks broke down.

Since they couldn't reach an agreement--

Then kill them.

The Immortal Execution Sword was drawn.

A dark golden Sword-Ray bloomed in the sky above the Netherworld Trench, like a suddenly rising blazing sun, causing the dozen or so True Lord at the forefront to involuntarily squint.

Chen Changqing's gaze swept over the more than three hundred True Lord Cultivators, but a thought that was completely different from what everyone had imagined surfaced in his mind.

AFK Points.

There are AFK (away from AFK Points everywhere.

The reward for killing a True Lord is at least several thousand points. With more than three hundred True Lords, that's a mobile treasure trove of millions of AFK Points, all lined up to be delivered to your doorstep.

"System, battle mode," Chen Changqing murmured to himself.

[Combat assistance detection initiated.]

"Invincible Avatar Technique"

He formed a mudra with his hands.

Five figures identical to his original form emerged from behind him, each emanating the complete Avatar of Middle True Lord Stage and wielding a different weapon.

Heavenly Thunder Sword

Haotian Hammer.

Dragon-Patterned Sky-Splitting Spear.

Immortal-Burying Zither.

The Three Extremes Origin Seal.

Five Avatars plus the original body, six "Chen Changqing" appeared simultaneously above the Netherworld Trench.

"What... what kind of evil magic is this?"

"A clone? No, every clone's aura is exactly the same as the original!"

"Six Middle True Lord Stage?"

A panicked commotion erupted from the crowd.

Chen Changqing didn't give them any more time to think.

"Kill."

One word, a simple, understated expression.

Six figures shot out simultaneously.

The first Avatar, wielding the Heavenly Thunder Sword, charged into the left flank of the crowd. The purple-gold thunderous Sword Qi cleaved through the protective Law Power of three True Lords, and blood splattered wherever the sword swept across.

The second Avatar swung the Haotian Hammer, Thirty-Six Chaotic Cloak Hammers of Mountain-Splitting in a Mountain-Opening Style, smashing the gray-robed elder, Elder Hong, at the forefront, flying with a single blow. Elder Hong's protective spiritual Spirit Treasure shattered into powder on the hammer's surface, and he plummeted towards the sea like a meteor with a broken string.

The third Avatar wielded the Dragon-Patterned Sky-Splitting Spear, unleashing Immortal-Extinguishing Three Spears. The spear shadows swept across the sky, and the three True Lord standing side by side didn't even have time to react before their chests were pierced by the spearheads.

The fourth Avatar sat horizontally in the void, holding a zither, his ten fingers brushing across the strings.

A desolate Immortal-Burying Melody exploded on the sea.

The sonic attack spread indiscriminately in all directions, friend and foe alike. The souls of True Lord Cultivators were as fragile as paper before this sonic attack; a dozen or so Cultivators in the front row simultaneously clutched their heads and roared in pain.

The fifth avatar Avatar hand seals, and the three giant seals of the Three Extremes Origin Seal —mountain, water, and fire—pressed down simultaneously, directly suppressing the Cultivators in the area into the void, rendering them unable to move.

And Chen Changqing's true form—

The first move of the Immortal Execution Sword Technique: Spirit Slaying.

The dark golden Sword-Ray traced an elegant yet almost cruel arc.

The black-clad Cultivator was the first to jump out and shout didn't even have time to let out a scream before his body was split in two.

[Ding! Killed an Early True Lord Stage Cultivator, gained 2800 AFK Points.]

There was no emotion in Chen Changqing's eyes.