True Martial Immortal Sect's Registered Elder
This is definitely an immortal monster disguised as a young man!
"Who... who are you?!"
Song Yuanqiao slumped amidst the ruins, his voice sharp and distorted.
Chen Changqing took a step forward, his figure leaving a trail of afterimages in the void, and in an instant appeared directly above Song Yuanqiao.
"Mount Shu, Chen Changqing."
These five words, when they reached Song Yuanqiao's ears, were like a thunderbolt from the heavens striking the top of his head.
Chen Changqing of Mount Shu!
The newly appointed Young Sect Master Mount Shu, who rose to fame in the Heavenly Void Secret Realm and ascended to the throne of gods over the corpses of countless geniuses!
How did he get here?
Why would he personally kill himself at the Zhengyang Sect for a lowly remnant of the Ye Household?!
Song Yuanqiao's face turned ashen, and the last shred of hope in his heart was completely shattered.
He knew very well that throughout the entire Nine Provinces Continent, let alone their Zhengyang Sect, even if an inner disciple of the Zhenwu Immortal Sect died at Chen Changqing's hands, the higher-ups of the Zhenwu Immortal Sect would never dare to start a war easily.
This god of death is someone they simply cannot afford to provoke!
"Young Sect Master, spare my life!"
Song Yuanqiao completely broke down. Ignoring his severe internal injuries, he knelt in the pile of rubble and kowtowed desperately.
His forehead slammed against the bluestone slab with a dull thud, and blood quickly stained the ground red.
"Our Zhengyang Sect was blind to your greatness and offended the Young Sect Master's authority!"
"The massacre of the Ye Household back then was entirely orchestrated by me; it had nothing to do with ordinary disciples within the sect!"
"If only the Young Sect Master would show mercy and spare the Zhengyang Sect 'Dao lineage, I, Song Yuanqiao, am willing to cripple my cultivation and offer my neck for execution!"
He was scared.
Faced with this invincible genius whose name resounds Nine Provinces, any identity or powerful backer is a joke.
Chen Changqing stood in mid-air, expressionless, looking down at the stray dog below, wagging its tail and begging for mercy.
"To abandon one's cultivation?"
"You can keep your head to offer as a sacrifice to Ye Ling's departed soul."
Chen Changqing pointed his fingers like a sword and casually unleashed a burst of Sword Qi.
The jet-black Sword-Ray was incredibly fast, leaving only a thin crack in the void.
Song Yuanqiao's kowtowing stopped abruptly.
The next moment, a huge human head shot into the sky, and a fountain of blood gushed from the neck several feet high.
This Late Purple Mansion Stage Sect Leader, who had dominated the Separation Fire City territory for hundreds of years, was beheaded on the spot. Even his Purple Mansion Nascent Soul was shattered by the Invincible Sword Intent, completely severing any possibility of reincarnation.
The Zhengyang Sect disciples, who were hiding behind the ruins in the distance, were terrified when they saw this scene and fled frantically towards the forbidden area in the back mountain.
The entire sect was in chaos, with cries and pleas for mercy filling the air.
However, at that very moment...
In the deepest forbidden Valley behind the Zhengyang Sect, an extremely obscure and immense Divine Sense suddenly revived.
Boom!
The entire back mountain trembled violently, and a crimson pillar of light, reaching from the sky to the ground, pierced through the clouds.
The overwhelming pressure of the True Lord swept in, staining all the remaining clouds in the sky blood-red.
The temperature between heaven and earth soared wildly at that moment, and the surrounding mountains, forests, and vegetation spontaneously combusted, turning into a raging sea of fire.
"Who dares to destroy my Dao lineage?!"
A furious roar echoed from the depths of the earth.
A gaunt old man, clad in a crimson robe and with red hair and beard, stepped out from the sky.
The old man stood on a rolling sea of lava, his eyes like two blazing suns, and nine crimson fire dragons surrounded him.
It is none other than the True Lord Liehuo, the Pillar of Stability Zhengyang Sect has lived for three thousand years!
True Lord Liehuo was on the verge of breaking through to the Middle True Lord Stage when he sensed the sect's fortune plummeting and the Mountain Protection Array shattering. He then forcibly broke through the barrier.
When he saw the ruins and the head of Song Yuanqiao lying in the rubble, he instantly went into a frenzy.
"No matter whose sect you belong to, today I will extract your soul and refine it, burning it like a sky lantern for ten thousand years!"
True Lord Liehuo roared and suddenly struck out with his withered hand.
Fire-element Spiritual Energy from hundreds of miles around gathered wildly, transforming into a massive lava claw, a thousand feet in size, which blotted out the sky and fiercely slashed down at Chen Changqing!
The void was scorched and severely distorted by the high temperature, and the air emitted a piercing crackling sound.
Standing at the back, Ye Ling was so overwhelmed by the pressure of the True Lord Realm that her Qi and Blood and qi surged, making it extremely difficult for her to even stand.
The wrath of the True Lord will leave a million corpses!
Such devastating methods are beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.
However, Chen Changqing simply stood there quietly, without even blinking.
He didn't even draw his sword.
"Early True Lord Stage dares to put on airs in front of me?"
Within Chen Changqing's body, Twelve Primordial Spirits simultaneously opened their eyes deep within his Sea of Consciousness.
The nine Red-Gold Primordial Spirits exuded boundless imperial majesty, while the three Silver-Blue Star Primordial Spirits drew forth illusory images of celestial stars.
Boom!
The Late True Lord Stage cultivation power and aura erupted without reservation!
The moment this oppressive force surged into the sky, the giant lava claw released by the True Lord Liehuo was abruptly frozen in mid-air.
It was like a raging wave crashing against an insurmountable ancient divine wall.
The rage in the eyes of the True Lord Liehuo instantly transformed into boundless terror.
"A true... Late True Lord Stage?!"
"How is that possible?! How old are you?!"
True Lord Liehuo screamed incoherently, his voice hoarse and distorted.
He cultivated diligently for three thousand years, exhausting countless years of lifespan and heavenly materials and earthly treasures, yet he still barely lingers at the Early True Lord Stage.
The white-robed youth in front of him, who looked to be no more than twenty years old, possessed a Law Power aura so profound that it made him feel suffocated!
Even more terrifying was that the faint phantoms of the Primordial Spirits that appeared behind the opponent were so numerous that they were impossible to count!
"What... what kind of monster are you?!"
An unprecedented despair rose in the heart of the True Lord Liehuo; all traces of his previous arrogance had vanished.
Without any hesitation, he decisively dispelled the Law Technique, the sea of fire beneath his feet surged back, and he turned around, tearing through space as he tried to escape into the void.
Faced with such an overwhelming and terrifying existence, escape is the only way to survive!
"Now that we're out, we don't need to leave."
Chen Changqing spoke in a flat tone.
He gripped the hilt of the Heavenly Mystery Sword at his waist with his other hand.
Clang!
The crisp sound of a sword echoed throughout the heavens and earth.
A dazzling Sword Light, interwoven with black and white, tore through the sky, and Invincible Sword Domain unfolded in an instant, covering the void for thousands of miles around.
The entire world seemed to have been frozen in time.
The moment the True Lord Liehuo had half his body slipped into the spatial rift, the Spatial Laws surrounding him were completely severed by the extremely domineering Sword Intent.
"No! I am Registered Elder of the True Martial Immortal Sect, you cannot kill me—"
Pfft!
Sword Light streaked past.
The voice of the True Lord Liehuo abruptly stopped.
His physical body was gradually weathered away by the black and white Sword Qi, turning into ashes scattered across the sky.
Immediately afterwards, a Primordial Spirit radiating crimson flames screamed in terror as it fled from the ashes, attempting to burn its essence to escape.
Chen Changqing raised his hand and made a grasping motion.
An invisible hand traversed space, directly grasping the True Lord's Primordial Spirit firmly in its palm.
The Primordial Spirit of the True Lord Liehuo twisted and struggled violently in Chen Changqing's palm.
The crimson Primordial Spirit figure let out a piercing scream.