"How could this be?!"
Qiu Qianli's expression changed drastically. He could hardly believe it.
The Ten Thousand Beasts Heaven-Suppressing Diagram was of an extremely high grade, even higher than the Demon-Locking Chain. How could it just be gone like that...
The two Void Return ancestors also turned deathly pale and spat out blood.
The sudden destruction of the Ten Thousand Beasts Heaven-Suppressing Diagram had caused them to suffer an immediate backlash.
"This is bad. He was definitely hiding his strength."
The two were indeed Void Return experts who had been through countless ordeals. In the flash of a spark, they realized the situation had turned against them.
"We have to flee!"
The two shot backward while activating their Law Treasures and sending them out to buy time for their escape.
At the same time, they sent voice transmissions telling their disciples and descendants below to fend for themselves.
Like clay bodhisattvas crossing a river, they could barely save themselves.
Only if they, the Void Return ancestors, survived would the sect have hope for the future.
The members of the Demon Taming Sect were dumbfounded when they received the ancestors' transmissions.
None of them had expected the two ancestors, who had come in such a fierce rush, to be ready to flee so soon.
"Trying to flee?"
Han Xuanji spoke the words indifferently.
The moment his voice fell, he made no Hand Seals and chanted no Incantations. No earth-shaking might erupted from him. He simply took out a newly acquired weapon.
"You're just in time for me to try it out!"
Light surged, and Sha Qi shot into the heavens!
A tiger-headed saber of ancient design appeared in Han Xuanji's hand. A white-gold sheen flowed over its entire length, and it radiated a boundless, razor-sharp killing edge.
The saber trembled, as though it had caught the scent of blood after a long absence. A phantom white tiger appeared in the air, its cold amber slitted eyes seemingly coming alive as they stared fixedly at the two ancestors!
Without a doubt, this Blade of the White Tiger was an unparalleled weapon of slaughter!
Holding it, Han Xuanji could feel the saber's excitement. Had he not forcibly suppressed it, the devil saber would likely have flown into the air to kill!
"Th-this is an immortal artifact?!"
"No, it's a Devil Artifact!"
Qiu Qianli's expression shifted violently, his eyes filled with horror and disbelief.
By now, he had already given up on fleeing.
The moment the ancestors ran, he understood that they had already become expendable pawns.
If Han Xuanji killed them, they would buy time for the two ancestors. If he spared them, they would most likely be unable to escape a Void Return expert's pursuit afterward. Either way, there was only a dead end.
The two fleeing ancestors, though countless miles away, could still feel the killing intent behind them.
Suddenly, they felt space ripple behind them, and a white figure came striding through the air.
With one of the Nine Steps of the Great Void, he crossed a thousand miles.
Han Xuanji gave them no time to think or be shocked.
With the Blade of the White Tiger in hand, he was like a ghost god descending upon the world.
Han Xuanji's will to slaughter seemed to stir the Blade of the White Tiger.
In an instant, the Blade of the White Tiger blazed with light. Heaven and earth turned upside down, space and time fell into chaos, and they arrived in another world.
As far as the eye could see, the land was scarred and riddled with holes, with blood flowing in rivers across it.
The corpses of countless races were piled into mountains.
At the same time, a stream of memories entered Han Xuanji's mind, and a saber art emerged within it.
Seven Heaven-Disordering Forms!
It defied and threw the Heavenly Dao into chaos, proving the Dao through slaughter. This saber art had no fancy flourishes whatsoever; it had been born purely for killing.
Han Xuanji's body began to move of its own accord. His movements were not fast, but every move and form contained boundless True Intention and the might to destroy heaven and earth.
The Blade of the White Tiger erupted with a white-gold baleful radiance bright enough to blind!
First form, Devour Heaven and Earth!
The saber's momentum rose, devouring the radiance of all things like a black hole!
The enemy's attacks, Law Treasures, protective barriers, even space and light... everything was forcibly dragged in, devoured, and crushed into nothingness.
The next instant.
Puchi!
A soft sound rang out.
"Im... poss..."
Soul Prison Ancestor only had time to utter two indistinct syllables before the horror froze on his face. He looked down at his chest in disbelief.
A fine crack began between his brows and extended straight down through his entire body.
No blood sprayed out. In the blink of an eye, his body turned to nothingness.
Even his powerful Void Return Primordial Spirit silently crumbled and vanished like a weathered sand sculpture beneath the saber light, which contained the supreme power of slaughter and annihilation!
Not a wisp of his remnant soul escaped!
One slash slew a Void Return expert!
"Senior brother!!!"
Sea-Burning Ancestor's eyes nearly split with shock and rage, but fear swallowed everything in an instant.
He frantically activated the dark-blue flame mirror in his hand. Its surface erupted with a terrifying pillar of light that could burn mountains and boil seas, shooting straight at Han Xuanji. At the same time, he shot backward and desperately tore open space, intending to escape!
The longer a person lived, the more they feared death.
He still had thousands of years left to live and hoped to break through to Body Integration. How could he be willing to die just like this?
But it was too late!
A black phantom shrouded Han Xuanji, making him look as though a devil god had possessed him. An attack of that level could not hurt him in the slightest.
The next instant.
"Slash!"
Han Xuanji swung his saber, sending blood-colored saber light streaking across a thousand miles.
Scht-!
Sea-Burning Ancestor's protective Divine Ability and life-saving Law Treasures were too fragile to withstand a single blow before the all-devouring saber light.
"Ahh-!"
A shrill, despairing scream echoed through the sky!
The saber light flashed, and terrifying Blood Qi instantly engulfed Sea-Burning Ancestor's figure!
There was no earth-shaking commotion, only a bone-chilling silence!
Sea-Burning Ancestor's body and Primordial Spirit were broken down and devoured bit by bit within the blood-red light, until even the traces of his existence vanished completely from heaven and earth.
The sky cleared once more.
Heavenly Gloom Mountain Range.
The little white tiger looked at the members of the Demon Taming Sect with a mocking gaze.
"Hehe, still waiting for your ancestors?"
"Too bad. They've already gone on ahead of you."
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
A Demon Taming Sect elder looked panicked, unable to believe it.
"It's right. Those two are already dead."
Han Xuanji's voice drifted over, and he appeared in the air amid a ripple, like the god of death.
Qiu Qianli collapsed to his knees as though his spine had been pulled out. He stared blankly at the place where Soul Prison Ancestor and Sea-Burning Ancestor had disappeared, murmuring unconsciously, "The ancestors... are dead? Both... dead?"
Every surviving Demon Taming Sect cultivator stood frozen as though struck by an immobilization spell. All color drained from their faces, leaving only boundless fear and emptiness in their eyes.
Their bodies trembled uncontrollably, and some even collapsed to the ground.
With two Void Return ancestors holding the fort, the Demon Taming Sect had been a renowned major sect in Youzhou and even throughout Great Xia. Yet in this short span of time, the two had been easily wiped out like a pair of ants!
Han Xuanji did not even look at the terrified ants below, calmly sweeping his gaze across the horizon.
"Little White, I'll leave these small fry to you."
"Yes, Master!"
The little white tiger had long been unable to restrain its killing intent. Like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, it devoured every one of the Demon Taming Sect cultivators on the spot, leaving no survivors.
The little white tiger then smiled smugly, shrank back into a snow-white cat, and leaped onto Han Xuanji's shoulder. It lazily licked its paw, as though it had merely crushed a few ants.
Han Xuanji nodded slightly. He would never feel any pity for his enemies.
He took one step, and ripples spread through space. With the little white tiger on his shoulder, his figure vanished from where he stood.