Annihilation of the Ten Directions

Suffocating!

Terrifying!

A bone-chilling horror that rose from the soul!

Why was he so cold, so indifferent?

And what did those words of his mean?

Confusion, doubt, all manner of unknowns and unanswered questions lingered in their hearts. As they gazed at the black-robed figure standing a hundred thousand feet up in the heavens, the world seemed to fall into absolute, deathly silence. No one dared speak; no one dared move!

Wait?

Huh?

Soul Infant Realm Great Perfection?

A moment later, sensing the fluctuations of cultivation emanating from Jun Wudao, City Lord Pokong could not help breathing a sigh of relief. He then bowed to Jun Wudao and said respectfully, with a fawning smile:

"Hehe... might I ask what you meant, young master? If you need anything, just give the word! We of Fire Cloud Main City will spare no effort and do everything in our power to accomplish it!"

Although Jun Wudao's cultivation was only at Soul Infant Realm Great Perfection, City Lord Pokong dared not show the slightest disrespect. To possess such cultivation at such a young age, he was clearly an unparalleled prodigy from a major power.

As the lord of one of the ten main cities under the Star Divine Sect's jurisdiction, City Lord Pokong knew full well the gulf between himself and such figures and powers. Moreover, the scale and imposing presence of this warship made it clear that it was beyond anything the Desolate Domain's five great powers could compare with. At a glance, he knew it belonged to a major power from beyond the domain!

How could a young master like this travel without attendants at his side?

He did not believe that such a boundlessly enormous warship would contain no other powerful beings. Perhaps countless divine senses had already locked onto him by now?

If he showed even the slightest disrespect, what awaited him might be endless, overwhelming terror!

He dared not show the slightest disrespect!

"Just give the word? Do everything in your power? Spare no effort?"

In the void a hundred thousand feet above, Jun Wudao's long hair danced wildly in the wind, his robes billowing sharply. His proud, solitary figure resembled a lone peak, or a heavenly sword. At some point, a trace of amusement had appeared between his brows, though his expression remained indifferent.

"Yes, yes, yes... yes! Just give the word, young master. We of Fire Cloud Main City will do everything in our power!"

Hearing Jun Wudao's indifferent voice, utterly devoid of emotion, City Lord Pokong could not help trembling inwardly. This was his first time encountering such a terrifying young man!

That suffocating coldness, those dark, bone-chilling eyes-facing him was like facing the fiercest, most wicked, most terrifying supreme demon god in the depths of hell.

It inspired fear!

Fear that rose from the soul!

It had nothing to do with the level of his cultivation.

It was a feeling born of his bearing.

Just then, a faint, doubtful, uncertain voice suddenly came from within Fire Cloud Main City, breaking the silence between heaven and earth:

"Why does this terrifying demonic young master look so much like the Jun Clan's young master?"

Though the voice was faint, it reached the ears of every highly cultivated expert with perfect clarity. As cultivators-and high-level cultivators at that-their hearing and perception were naturally extraordinary!

The moment those words rang out!

The experts who heard them fixed their eyes on Jun Wudao, and then all of them frowned. Aside from his complexion, gaze, expression, and the presence emanating from him, his appearance, height, and everything else could not merely be called similar-they were absolutely identical.

Shock!

Utter shock!

Could this terrifying young master... really be the Jun Clan's young master?

Hadn't word spread that the Jun Clan had already been exterminated by that ruthless man, Su Fan? Quite a few experts had even witnessed the entire process from afar.

Over the past two days, this matter could be said to have shaken the entire Desolate Domain. By now, practically every power of any standing in the Desolate Domain knew about it!

Su Fan!

The name Ruthless Su!

What power, what expert in the entire Desolate Domain did not pale at the sound of it now?

He was a ruthless man who had exterminated an entire clan single-handedly!

As one of the Desolate Domain's five pinnacle powers, the Jun Clan had countless experts, as well as a mighty Divine Soul Realm being presiding over it. Even such a terrifying pinnacle power had been slaughtered by him alone!

Rumor had it that even the Jun Clan's Divine Soul Realm ancestor had been unable to withstand three moves from Ruthless Su.

The Jun Clan's former patriarch, Jun Changtian, its patriarch, Jun Linchen, its matriarch, Luo Tianyao, and its young master, Jun Wudao, had all died beneath Ruthless Su's sword, one after another!

All of this!

Who did not know about it by now?

Since they were all dead!

Then what... was going on with the one in the sky?

He was also at Soul Infant Realm Great Perfection. Aside from his complexion, gaze, expression, and the presence emanating from him, his appearance and everything else were absolutely identical.

Could the Jun Clan's young master, Jun Wudao, have such a terrifying twin brother?

But they had never heard of one!

Just as the cultivators of Fire Cloud Main City continued turning over guesses in their minds, Jun Wudao's indifferent, emotionless words rang out overhead once more, his voice still carrying a bone-piercing chill:

"Just give the word? Then you had better not disappoint me..."

"We won't, we won't! Just give the word, young master. We absolutely will not disappoint you."

Hearing those words, City Lord Pokong, the Heaven, Earth, and Human Elders, and the other experts immediately snapped out of their speculations and hurriedly replied with fawning smiles.

Whether this terrifying young master before them was the Jun Clan's young master, Jun Wudao, or Jun Wudao's twin brother, it was not a question they should concern themselves with now.

Whether he was!

Or whether he wasn't!

In short, this person was not someone they could afford to provoke. They dared not show the slightest disrespect, much less ask him about it.

The enormous warship exuding an endlessly terrifying presence, the man like a demon god from the abyss of hell-everything proclaimed that this was someone they must not provoke.

A hundred thousand feet above, a faint smile could not help appearing on Jun Wudao's cold, pale face when he heard them. Then his right hand, which had been held behind his back, abruptly extended, and four cold, indifferent words rang out high in the sky:

"Annihilation... of the Ten Directions!"

The instant his words fell, ten incomparably brilliant rays of light shot skyward, transforming in the blink of an eye into ten dark soul palaces, each a hundred thousand feet in size. The soul palaces manifested behind Jun Wudao, with ten hazy, indistinct figures faintly visible sitting cross-legged within.

Rumble!

Space thundered as the ten soul palaces, radiating endless darkness, erupted with incomparably dazzling, blazing dark radiance.

As the radiance flowed, ten hazy figures emanating terrifying darkness stepped out from within. The instant those ten dark phantoms stepped out of the soul palaces, the void turned upside down, the sun and moon reversed, and space shattered.

Annihilation!

Annihilation!

Annihilation!

Ten voices rang out as though they had come from ages past, like deities roaring in anger, like demon gods bellowing, and like ancient sacred chants, echoing without end!

At this sight, City Lord Pokong, the three Heaven, Earth, and Human Elders, and every cultivator throughout Fire Cloud Main City all underwent a drastic change of expression. Their hearts were filled with boundless trembling and terror!