The Li family estate.
Or rather, what was left of it—a field of ruins.
Countless corpses littered the ground, demonic qi filled the air, and a supreme evil energy surged. The forces of various laws clashed and converged here, painting a vivid picture of purgatory on earth.
The cannibalistic ghost Law Manifestation loomed, shrouded in a bloody mist. Its pitch-black body bristled with bared fangs. As the Soul Formation demonic cultivator pressed forward, a massive, blood-drenched hand came crashing down to suppress everything.
Three Soul Formation demonic cultivators struck from different directions. Each unleashed their ultimate strike, aiming to crush Wang Xuanyi to death on the spot.
Lin Ang reached out, intending to help Wang Xuanyi, but the sixth-ranked demonic cultivator severed his arm in one clean sweep. Blood immediately erupted from the wound.
“Die!” the three demonic cultivators roared in unison.
The righteous path cultivators they usually encountered would rather sacrifice their own lives than resort to blackmailing someone using their wife and daughter.
This brat could not be measured by the standards of the righteous path at all. Compared to demonic cultivators of the demonic path, he was more like an evil cultivator—utterly devoid of any moral bottom line.
Standing tall in the void, Wang Xuanyi stared down the three devastating attacks without a shred of fear. He extended a single hand, releasing a dense wave of extreme Yin energy. Paramita flowers, representing the Dao of Death, bloomed and clustered before him, forming a mirror of flowers.
Clang!
The eerie crimson blossoms radiated a bloody glow, stubbornly resisting the three ultimate strikes and swallowing all the demonic and deathly energy.
“What?!”
The pupils of the three cultivators shrank in shock as they stared at the pristine mirror of flowers. How could it withstand the ultimate strikes of three Soul Formation cultivators?!
Crack!
The flower mirror shattered, sending countless crimson petals fluttering down. Wang Xuanyi strolled through the falling blossoms, a chaotic aura swirling in his eyes, looking exceptionally sinister.
“You can't even handle a single Soul Formation cultivator. Lin Ang, I am deeply disappointed in you,” Wang Xuanyi said coldly, his face impassive as if he had discarded all human emotions.
“No, no, no! Please don't kill my wife!” Lin Ang cried out in panic. Ignoring his severed arm and casting aside all pride, he fell to his knees and begged.
“Kid, you're looking for death!”
The Soul Formation demonic cultivator waved his flag once more. Laws of the Great Dao cascaded down, and a thousand human faces materialized again, lunging at Wang Xuanyi.
Whoosh!
“Moonlight Heaven-Tilting Sword!”
In the distance, a brilliant flash of sword light appeared. A thousand freezing sword-qi beams swept forward like a raging gale. In an instant, they shredded all thousand ghostly faces before another sharp beam slashed toward the fifth demonic cultivator.
The demonic cultivator addressed as Eldest Brother made his move. Thick demonic qi swirled around his pitch-black bone hand as he grabbed the sword-qi beam with a sharp crack, crushing it to pieces.
“Shi-niang.”
The reason Wang Xuanyi had been so fearless was because he sensed that his Shi-niang had fully recovered. That was why he had mocked Lin Ang so relentlessly.
“Xuanyi, there's no need for useless words. Let us join forces and slaughter them all!” Li Yarou said coldly as she landed by her disciple's side.
“Alright.”
Wang Xuanyi nodded. He quite liked his Shi-niang's ruthless streak—she was much better than his old geezer of a master.
“What a joke! A first-level Soul Formation and a fourth-level Soul Formation think they can wipe out the four of us? This is the biggest joke in the world!” Eldest Brother sneered.
While Lin Ang was indeed the strongest among the eight of them, the rest were certainly no pushovers either.
Wang Xuanyi remained silent, his cold eyes locked onto the leading demonic cultivator. He sent a voice transmission to his Shi-niang: “Shi-niang, I'll deal with the eldest one. You just need to hold the others off for a moment.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Alright, I will assist you.”
With their exchange concluded, Li Yarou swung her sword. A solitary moon materialized behind her as a chilly aura enveloped her blade. Channeling the laws of the moon, she slashed at the group.
“Clear Moon Sword Style!”
Li Yarou soared into the air, her eyes incredibly cold. Thousands of sword-qi beams swirled around her as the laws of the moon enveloped and bound two of the demonic cultivators.
“Mystic Fiend Soul-Destroying Finger!”
One of the demonic cultivators struck back, pressing his index and middle fingers together to channel the power of laws. A black light seeped from his fingertips, accompanied by a terrifying demonic aura.
With a sharp crack, the binding shattered, and the black light shot toward Li Yarou with unstoppable momentum.
“Get lost!”
Her sword-qi moved with her voice. Infusing the laws of the moon into her blade, she unleashed an icy, freezing sword intent to meet the attack head-on.
Boom!
The void shattered, and ripples warped the air. The shockwave swept over the kneeling Lin Ang, and the residual sword intent obliterated him completely—body and soul—erasing him from existence forever.
“Hus—”
Before Han Xinyan could finish her word, Wang Xuanyi cut her off coldly: “You should die too. Staying here will only get in the way.”
With that, her soul was completely incinerated.
Without a moment's delay, Wang Xuanyi blinked, and a single tear of blood rolled down his cheek. A chaotic aura erupted from his eyes, enveloping the surrounding area and isolating it into its own domain!
The demonic cultivator known as Eldest Brother was about to reinforce his companions when he was suddenly dragged into the pupil technique space.
“This is...”
“Heaven-Treading Technique!”
Floating in the void, Wang Xuanyi took a step forward. Countless runes gathered beneath his feet as the power of laws manifested, shedding ten thousand strands of auspicious light.
Boom!
Before the demonic cultivator could react, the terrifying force crushed him. His body bent double under a pressure that felt like a hundred thousand mountains crashing down upon him, leaving him unable to stand.
“Kid, you're despicable!”
The demonic cultivator gnashed his teeth. He tried to gather his magic power again, but his meridians were completely disrupted by the bizarre footwork, rendering him unable to cast any spells.
Wang Xuanyi remained silent, replying only with a divine ability.
“Underworld Ferrying!”
As he spoke, countless crimson flowers bloomed within the space. They symbolized death, serving as the ferrymen on the path of reincarnation.
The demonic cultivator could only watch helplessly as the eerie flowers crawled all over his body, draining his essence, energy, spirit, blood, and soul.
“You're not human! What kind of monster are you?!”
The demonic cultivator shrieked in despair. Then, as if witnessing something utterly terrifying, his eyes exploded. Blood gushed from his sockets as he was completely swallowed by the sea of flowers.
Having finished his task, Wang Xuanyi dispelled the pupil technique space.
He then moved to assist his Shi-niang.
Up until now, he had barely exerted his full strength. He had been holding back for one reason: to wait for the Ten Thousand Soul Banner to appear so he could seal it once and for all.
Wang Xuanyi was not entirely sure if he could succeed, but it was a risk he had to take.
Right at that moment, a massive upheaval shook the world.
“Retreat!”
The two Void Return cultivators locked in fierce combat sensed the aura of the Dao-Absolute Sovereign Weapon. They both unleashed their strongest attacks, forcing Mo Yan and his companion back.
The three Soul Formation demonic cultivators glared viciously at Wang Xuanyi and Li Yarou, but they still chose to retreat, leaving behind parting threats.
“Kid, I hope you survive. We'll settle this later!”
“Don't bother leaving. Just stay here!”
Seeing the demonic cultivators invoking secret techniques to flee, Wang Xuanyi snorted. He thrust his hand forward, his arm turning as translucent as jade and swirling with endless laws.
Sizzle!
“What?!”
The demonic cultivator cried out in shock as the black mist shrouding his body was dispelled. A massive hand clamped onto his head, and with a sickening crack, blood splattered everywhere.
His soul tried to flee, but Wang Xuanyi refined it on the spot.
“Brat, how dare you act so brazenly before me? Die!”
Seeing Wang Xuanyi acting without any restraint, the departing Void Return demonic cultivator threw the black halberd in his hand. A black light pierced through the air, hurtling toward Wang Xuanyi at extreme speed.
Bang!
The Patriarch of the Li family rushed forward with his sword. With a swift slash, he deflected the black halberd and swung his blade toward the demonic cultivator once more.
“Go, don't drag out the fight. He's dead anyway.”
The Void Return demonic cultivator did not linger. He thrust out both hands, releasing a thick wave of demonic qi that blanketed the area in an instant, shrouding everyone within.
With what was about to happen, even powerhouses as strong as them dared not linger for too long. After all, that thing did not care whether you were human or demon.
“Cowards, don't run!”
With a wave of Mo Yan's hand, the Heavenly Myriad Scroll unfolded, instantly dispersing the black mist. However, the demonic cultivators had already vanished, and even the black portal had closed.
Not only at the Li family estate, but demonic cultivators all over the imperial city were retreating, and even the massive army of demon beasts began to withdraw.
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