I'll Slaughter You!

"Our combined attack isn't working."

The Dream-Eating Marquis wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, leaving a mark on Yuanyuan's face, his expression extremely angry.

"That old devil even slandered my divine skills. I'm disgusted. Doesn't he know what it means to create a beautiful dream to bring joy to the mind and body?"

"If martial arts can only be used for fighting and killing, and to rule others, then it's not martial arts!"

He turned sharply, grabbed a knife from the window, and pulled it out of the room.

The blade is jet black and smooth, and Evil Spirit seems to whisper within it.

"I was a little dizzy just now, but I'm clear-headed now. Let's do as Old Fang suggested!"

Dozens of figures leaped out from the dilapidated Duke's mansion.

Outside the ruined city walls.

Chu Tianshu pushed his sword forward, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit, his robes fluttering, and the moat beneath his feet seemed like flat ground.

Ancestor Qianyang presented the pearl in his hand.

Click!!!

Unexpectedly, the pearl, which seemed to have taken a lot of effort from Ancestor Qianyang, cracked the moment it touched the blade on the rooftop.

However, even after the cracks burst open, the pearl remained perfectly intact.

The blade struck the tip again, and cracks appeared again.

It turns out that when this pearl was formed, it appeared to have expanded only six or seven times.

In reality, its internal structure has thousands of layers.

Chu Tianshu used the rooftop as a knife, causing the pearl's light to flicker hundreds of times in an instant, breaking through hundreds of layers of structure.

But in these hundreds of collisions of Shengmie, the entire rooftop loosened up.

With a loud bang, Chu Tianshu's five fingers went empty.

The roof of the observatory was blown to pieces, and the wood was reduced to fine, hair-like fibers less than an inch long.

Chu Tianshu paused on the river, but his hand moved faster, gripping the knife and drawing it.

The Sanqi swords were drawn, instantly stunning the mountains and rivers, and dazzling the sunlight.

That sharp spirit seemed to awaken the vitality that should have existed in the mountains and rivers.

With a single strike, he cleaved the remaining pearl in two.

The blade slashed diagonally from the lower left to the upper right, the tip narrowly missing the palm of Ancestor Qianyang.

It seemed that the pearl's aura was too strong, and some of it was still stuck to the blade.

As the blade slashed upwards at an angle, wisps of white steam still clung to it.

Ancestor Qianyang clenched his five fingers, his palms grasping a white thread of energy. He then used both hands in a continuous motion to grab upwards along the white thread.

It's like switching hands while rock climbing by grabbing the rope; with each grab, the white line becomes heavier, and the knife becomes duller.

Ancestor Qianyang made five lightning-fast grabs, and before he could even pull the knife away, he had already firmly grasped the tip of the knife with three fingers of his right hand.

Chu Tianshu was also taken aback.

When he drew his sword, Sever Mountains and Extinguish Waters; the blade was incredibly smooth. How did that silky white aura manage to cling to the blade?

That's right, it wasn't anger, it was thought.

It was because the moment Chu Tianshu personally cut open the pearl, his impression and feeling of that pearl were at their strongest.

The Ancestor Qianyang seized upon this impression, connecting the thoughts of both sides.

This transformed the originally incredibly agile and untouchable swordsmanship.

It has been transformed into a work of art that can be traced along threads, precisely locked, and stopped without fear.

"This is the Heart-Chasing, Intent-Tracing Grappling Hand from my ' Thousand-Year Bright Pearl Divine Palm '. Pearls are distributed all over the world, with their production areas thousands of miles apart. The only thing that can connect them and measure their value is the intention behind them."

17

Qianyang laughed loudly, "How about it?"

"Very good!"

As Chu Tianshu uttered the word "good," he flicked his left hand, and many fine, misty water droplets appeared on the river's surface.

With his finger, he flicked a tiny droplet of water, which flew out and struck the blade of the Three-Seven Sword.

It unexpectedly produced a breathtaking, soul-cleansing, and clear sword cry.

Qianyang sense of alarm struck Qianyang. He pulled his fingers away from the sword tip, but his five fingers remained curled inward.

Before his palm, a pearl the size of a large bowl seemed to appear, enveloping the tip of Chu Tianshu's sword.

He held the pearl, and the pearl gripped the sword.

The sound of the sword's cry entered the pearl, immediately becoming muffled.

"That sword's cry reveals a person's weakness, capable of tearing them to pieces, but you are very vigilant."

Chu Tianshu felt that his sword's cry had not detected Qianyang's weakness, but only the weakness of the pearl in the bowl.

However, this pearl, with its thousand-layered structure, uses slightly different amounts of Mind Power energy in each layer, and its weaknesses are not in the same place at all.

Pearls Zhongdu the cultures of countries around the world.

Ancient Rome considered pearls to be gemstones representing good fortune, while Persia culture viewed pearls as children of the sea, believing them not to be inanimate objects but rather wondrous entities possessing a spiritual essence.

Various religions also exaggerate pearls as mythical objects and list them as rare treasures.

However, the essence of a pearl is to start with an ugly grain of sand and continuously cover it with nacre.

By utilizing a multi-layered structure, the surface of the pearl appears smooth and lustrous, possessing a captivating sheen.

Ancestor Qianyang felt long ago that his philosophy coincided with the existence of pearls.

Mount Kongtong, Pearl-Holding Peak, Heaven-Bearing Dipper Pole Terrace.

It was with this intention that he created it.

Indeed, Pearl-Holding Peak is not a naturally existing mountain, but rather it was built by him personally bombarding its base, moving rocks, stripping away other parts of the mountain, and piling them up bit by bit.

Every inch of Pearl-Holding Peak was repeatedly struck by him, leaving behind his palm prints and fingerprints, dense and solid.

His sect was originally famous for its whisk-wielding skills. As for palm techniques, it was during that time that he laid a very deep foundation based on the inspiration he had in his heart.

After fleeing to the west, Ancestor Qianyang created the method of the Temple Beyond the Mind to harmonize different kinds of Yanxia Mind Power, but he only used it in his daily cultivation.

To fully utilize one's strengths in battle, another method is needed.

He then recalled his experience of Pearl-Holding Peak and the various precious stones he had collected, and created this set of palm techniques.

The thoughts of ordinary people are nothing but illusions and Yanxia, while the thoughts of masters can be as swift as water and as fiery as fire.

His palm technique explains the principle that different Yanxia interlock and stimulate each other, layer upon layer, forming a bright pearl.

Then, drawing upon immense external forces from the Mist and Rosy Clouds Realm Layer, the pearl seemed to merge into a vast ocean.

Although the ocean is said to be vast and unpredictable, the actual droplets of water, when combined, are actually easier to predict as a whole.

Even when pearls, being hard, round, and smooth, come together, the resulting bursts and changes when stimulated are more unpredictable than those from real seawater.

Chu Tianshu's Sword Qi surged like a tidal wave, relentlessly rushing forward, but was all absorbed by the pearl.

Inside the pearl, in order to repair the damage, it continuously grows, and the newly formed structures always have subtle differences, deflecting the Sword Radiance.

The two exchanged a glance, Zhongdu somewhat surprised.

"That old devil Qianyang is greedy and greedy. He gathered so much power from the Heavenly Ranking, thinking that after finding the smelting method, he would follow the path of great strength and power—"

"What a troublesome Zongheng monster! In the Duke's mansion, I thought he was going to use a clever trick to break my moves, so he raised his sword and slashed at me. Just now, he was pointing his sword at three of my fingers, but suddenly he used a clever move."

Qianyang thought to himself, "Truly worthy of being an ancient monster that existed hundreds of years ago. His grandeur and unrestrained spirit, returning to his inner strength, showed no signs of anything amiss; it was simply a matter of doing as he pleased."

"Once the fight breaks out, it almost reaches the state of mind of a true Perfected Person."

"Great! I want to become a god. Opponents like Wan Longsheng are still a bit too weak. With you as the Demon King, it's truly heaven-sent!"

Boom!!!

Behind the Ancestor Qianyang, a magnificent hall suddenly appeared.

The hall features bronze tortoises and cranes, green tiles and red windows, with dragons perched on its ridge, and clouds and smoke drifting around it, resembling a golden palace or a divine temple.

However, since the temple is located on the water, its reflection below the surface presents a completely different appearance.

That reflection was also a grand hall, with tall roofs and white pillars. Knights in armor stood before the hall, and inside were oil paintings of sages bathed in a supreme halo.

Xie Luoxian's Temple Beyond the Mind still needs to rely on the physical Golden Palace; otherwise, she would not be able to make the different Heavenly Ranking powers have a clear division of labor.

Qianyang's Temple Beyond the Mind was created through visualization, and he carried it with him; there were two of them.

Chu Tianshu clearly sensed the presence of several different magical Dharma Spirit within the reflected hall.

A cross-shaped spear, a thorny scepter, and a set of heavy armor.

It should be Dharma Spirit formed from the ancestral secrets of the church, but it was obtained by Qianyang.

This allows him to sense the Ark of the Law and draw upon its power even when he is thousands of miles away.

Buzz!!!

The pearl in the large bowl suddenly became even harder, the vibration of the Sanqi Divine Sword was suppressed, and the buzzing sound rapidly weakened.

Just then, a figure flew through the air from the capital, brandishing a sword. In an instant, he reached the city wall and attacked Chu Tianshu from mid-air.

Another melody, conveyed through a gap in the city wall, traveled outwards.

Wan Longsheng's intentional zither music arrived first, even though it came later, and its speed was far faster than that of the person who drew a sword in mid-air.

However, a group of people were already waiting at the base of the wall.

The moment the music began, it was met with a hellish howl of a blade.

Describing it as a long howl is inappropriate; it was more like a horde of evil spirits howling in a heart-wrenching manner.

The Dream-Eating Marquis raised his left forearm horizontally, resting the back of the knife on it, while his right hand gripped the hilt, holding it high above his head.

The sound of the zither struck the blade as if it were a tangible object, causing his cheeks to tremble and him to retreat inch by inch.

Wan Longsheng, standing atop the Forbidden City, flew into a rage and looked toward the base of the outer city wall.

"What! Now even any Tom, Dick, or Harry can play my music?!"

The Dream-Eating Marquis is certainly not some nobody.

But it's unlikely that he could withstand Wan Longsheng's piano playing normally.

However, he now possesses the Hell Buddha King Slash.

Even when facing Gu Qiuxing, the original owner of the sword, the Evil Spirit within it might not be completely submissive.

Fortunately, the Dream-Eating Marquis's Dream-Savoring Divine Art, while not enough to deal with Wan Longsheng, could easily toy with a mere Evil Spirit.

He lured the Evil Spirit, forcing them to unleash their full potential and drawing upon the prestige of the first and second place on the Ancient Heavenly Ranking.

That's not enough; even more crucial are Fang Mizhi and others.

These prisoners from the imperial prison, who had long been used by Gu Qiuxing to hone his Saber Intent, developed a subtle affinity with the Hell Buddha King Slash.

They assisted the Dream-Eating Marquis, and the power, will, and prestige of the group merged into one, temporarily eliminating the gap between their souls and spirits.

Even Wan Longsheng couldn't kill him in a short time.

"My suggestion worked, didn't it!"

Fang Mizhi and the others looked much better, but their faces were still gaunt and emaciated, a result of long-term mental torment that had not yet fully healed.

This made their eyes appear exceptionally large.

At this moment, their intimidating aura became even more palpable, and everyone gritted their teeth.

"That day, just as the master was about to kill the Evil Spirit in the blade, I immediately stopped him, thinking that perhaps it might be of some use."

"Although Gu Qiuxing is dead, if I cannot use his sword to cut down those scoundrels, I will have failed Fang Mizhi!"

A loud bang echoed through the air.

Xie Luoxian was also intercepted by Lan Ziya.

The old God of Wealth coughed up blood on the spot, but not wanting to waste it, he spat it onto the wooden whip. His eyes shone even brighter, and he became vigorous, wielding the whip as he stepped through the air.

Hearing the noise behind him and sensing everything, Chu Tianshu's anger intensified.

He was aware of Fang Mizhi's suggestion and even pointed out a couple of minor details, but that was just to be on the safe side and make an extra preparation.

In reality, he didn't really want these people to risk their lives to take the lead.

"After I'm gone, I expect them to uphold the legacy I left behind, but you—"

A bluish light flashed on Chu Tianshu's forehead, detached from his skin, and shot skyward.

The Great Void Heavenly Eye, carrying his anger, directly stormed into the Yanxia Realm.

The Great Void Heavenly Eye is a magical artifact forged by Zhang Tongxuan, combining the Daoist traditions of Penglai Grotto-Heaven with his own spiritual cultivation as the main material.

When Chu Tianshu nurtured and strengthened this treasure, he did not add much physical burden to it.

The moment it entered the Yanxia Realm, the Heavenly Eye began to magnify, dozens of times, hundreds of times, as large as a monument, as large as a small hill.

His eyes remained fixed, his pupils rotated, and the vast amount of Yanxia around him surged into his Heavenly Eye.

It is not guided from the Heavenly Ranking, but rather forcibly pulled from the Yanxia, as described in the "Great Void Heavenly Silkworm General Principles".

The universe revolves, swallowing and exhaling the vast emptiness.

Chu Tianshu had been pondering this method throughout the process of opening his new dantian, but since his Seven Souls were not yet formed, he could not use it in his true form and only had a general idea.

At this moment, the Great Void Heavenly Eye, imbued with his rage, devoured the Yanxia and roared.

"You all deserve to die!!"

The Ancestor Qianyang was still fighting against the suppressing Sword Qi, staring intently at Chu Tianshu's true form. At this moment, sensing the angry voice, he couldn't help but look up alertly.

A beam of emerald light erupted from the Heavenly Eye and descended from the sky.

The beam of light landed not on Ancestor Qianyang, but on Chu Tianshu.

The moat, which had been repeatedly widened and deepened since the reign of Great Xuan, was directly breached.

As the beam of sunlight shone on the riverbed, the aquatic plants at the bottom underwent a sudden transformation, sprouting numerous crystalline, needle-like leaves and rapidly spreading their roots in all directions.

"You have divine weapons, so why shouldn't I?"

Ancestor Qianyang looked shocked, but knew he could not hesitate at this moment, so he reached back and grabbed something.

He pulled the entire Western-style hall in front of him, pressed it into a ball, and even the various Dharma Spirit inside were kneaded together into a perfectly round sphere.

The beams of light emitted by the Heavenly Eye are fast.

But less than half a second after the beam of light descended, Ancestor Qianyang pushed the sphere and crashed it into the beam of light.

The straight beam of light was instantly refracted countless times on the spherical surface, dispersing into hundreds and thousands of rays that continued to shoot in all directions.

The sphere hung in mid-air, and Chu Tianshu and Qianyang, beneath it, unleashed a clash at top speed.

Swords flashed, fists clashed, and kicks were kicked.

A circular crater was blasted open on the water's surface, spreading beyond the moat's boundary. The bottom of the crater wasn't flat; instead, it was covered with all sorts of fist and palm prints, knife marks, and sword holes.

The crater did not expand a third time.

Because before that, an incredibly swift sword strike tore open half of the body of the Ancestor Qianyang.

The multi-layered pearl, along with the left arm and shoulder of the Ancestor Qianyang, was instantly shattered by the Great Void Sha Fire accompanying that sword strike.

Qianyang's eyes showed resentment. His right palm had clearly struck Chu Tianshu, causing several sources of power in the opponent's body to shift, but the speed and power of his sword seemed not to have weakened.

Within Chu Tianshu's body, numerous blue silk threads connected his relocated dantian and meridians, allowing him to withstand the attack while channeling his power into the sword.

At this moment, the Three-Seven Sword resembled a fantastical starry sky, with countless emerald-colored stars of varying sizes undulating and surging on a dark and tranquil base, like a dream or a tide.

The sword was also enveloped in a layer of emerald flames that appeared and disappeared intermittently.

"Destroy!!"

With another vertical slash, Qianyang didn't even have time to utter a single word before his remaining body was reduced to ashes.

Chu Tianshu was currently in the state of most intense Grand Void Radiation, his killing intent resonating with the radiation, making him extremely perceptive.

It felt as if there was still a stubborn trace left, not completely eradicated.

That sliver of light was just too far away.

"Still not dead? But you've missed your chance."

Chu Tianshu turned his head and saw two beams of green light in his eyes, which struck Xie Luoxian.

"I'll kill you all first."