The centaur prodigy was smart. He didn't aim his flying spear at Yi Tianxing. After personally witnessing Yi Tianxing shatter the labyrinth step by step, the image had already been deeply imprinted in his mind. Instinctively, he avoided confronting him. A monstrous existence like that… best left for someone else to handle. All he needed to do was deal with some of the weaker human prodigies.
You. Yeah, you.
Standing atop the platform, carrying a blade on your back and putting on airs… An act too intolerable, even for the most patient uncle or aunt.
The flying spear shot directly toward the black-clad youth standing atop the guillotine. The spear was infused with sharp spear intent and blazed through the air, appearing before the youth in a flash.
Clang!!
The youth's expression remained icy cold. He made no movement. In that instant, a flash of blood-red light shone on the guillotine. From the engraved patterns on the platform, a ghost-headed blade coalesced from illusion into reality. It rose into the air and cleaved the spear in two with a single stroke, sending the pieces clattering to the ground before the platform. It had completely nullified the attack.
Clatter!!
Immediately afterward, a blood-red chain emerged from thin air atop the guillotine. Like a spirit serpent, it slashed through the void and eerily wrapped itself around the centaur prodigy. Swift and precise, it bound him completely, even bypassing the defensive domain he instinctively released. He was bound as if helpless.
The chain swiftly contracted, pulling the centaur directly onto the guillotine. Once there, he was tied up in a five-flower bind—bound like a prisoner awaiting execution.
"What's going on?"The centaur prodigy had just been pulled onto the platform when a tremendous and overwhelming force swept over him, forcing him to kneel. He couldn't even stand up. The pressure was too tyrannical, offering no room for resistance.
Clang!!
The black-clad youth drew the ink-colored longblade from his back. Blade patterns shimmered along its obsidian body, exuding a cold light. The Inkblade had no edge, yet the invisible sharpness it radiated felt chilling, as if it could slice skin and rend flesh at any moment.
"Upon this guillotine, the Inkblade executes justice. Execution—on the spot!!"The youth's voice was cold, filled with killing intent, with a disregard for life itself.
"Who are you?"The centaur felt the shadow of death looming. He knew there was likely no escape. But before dying, he needed to know who was delivering the sentence.
"Human race… Executioner. Ye Guxin."
The black-clad youth spoke calmly.
Then, his eyes glinted coldly. The Inkblade rose high. Its inky-black body, its unnaturally long hilt, and its edge-less blade—there was no mistake.
"Execute!!"
His voice was devoid of emotion. The blade moved. A streak of black light flashed through the air, tracing a sinister arc as it passed across the centaur's neck. A twist of the wrist, a flicker of the blade.
Hum!!
With a sharp hum, the Inkblade quivered eerily. The blood it had just drawn was instantly sucked into the blade, vanishing from sight. The blade became darker still, even more abyssal.
Yi Tianxing noticed something strange—at the moment the Inkblade vibrated, a wisp of black qi, imperceptible to normal people, was also absorbed into the blade along with the blood. After this blood offering, the Inkblade grew heavier… darker.
That stroke was divine in its simplicity. So pure, it reached perfection.
An edge-less blade… yet it beheaded a centaur prodigy with ease.
"Good blade,"the centaur praised, even as his head fell from his shoulders, his body vanishing with the platform's absorption.
That blade—it was like a blade of the heavens.
An instrument of divine judgment.
"Terrifying. In his hand, that blade is an instrument of punishment, infused with Heaven's will. If Heaven decrees your end, then you shall perish. Resisting that blade would require unimaginable power,"Yi Tianxing thought, his pupils narrowing.
He had perceived the essence of that technique:
"Upon the guillotine, his will becomes Heaven's will. His blade is Heaven's judgment. My will is Heaven's will. My heart is Heaven's heart."
"Kill!!"
A youth shrouded in a transcendent aura shouted. He was from the Xianling Clan, a race born with celestial bloodlines, naturally attuned to spiritual energy. Their cultivation in Qi refinement was astonishing, and their control over divine arts and laws was unparalleled. He radiated the air of a banished immortal—pure, noble, irresistible.
But his strike was anything but gentle.
With a wave, a Lightning Dragon appeared in midair. Thunder surged from all directions, each bolt filled with destructive power and divine fury. The Lightning Dragon roared and charged.
Whoosh!!
The guillotine responded with multiple ghost-headed blades slicing through the air, each one reeking of death, charged with sinister killing intent. Simultaneously, blood-red chains shot out, morphing into blood dragons that swept toward the Xianling youth—and toward the other surviving foreign prodigies.
It was clear.
The guillotine was going to purge all non-human prodigies.
**Shura Clan, Centaurs, Xianling Clan, Blood Demons, Dragons—**none were spared. The offensive was swift and brutal.
"How dare he! He's completely ignoring our status!"
"He wants to take us all in one go? What arrogance! Does he not fear breaking his teeth on this bite?"
"There's something wrong with that guillotine! Don't let it catch you!"
The prodigies roared in defiance. Yet despite their efforts, the blood chains proved unstoppable. Divine abilities and sacred artifacts couldn't even touch them. The chains materialized right outside the prodigies' bodies and instantly bound them, dragging them forcibly toward the guillotine.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
One after another, the foreign prodigies were pressed down by invisible force, forced to kneel upon the guillotine.
"Upon this guillotine, the Inkblade executes justice. Execution—on the spot!!"Ye Guxin's voice was cold as frost.
The blade fell. Heads rolled.
One strike.
One death.
Even those with immortal bodies were no match for the Inkblade—it severed both body and soul.
"Upon this guillotine, the Inkblade executes justice. Execution—on the spot!!"
"Upon this guillotine, the Inkblade executes justice. Execution—on the spot!!"
Over and over again, heads rolled. There was no blood, only the Inkblade growing darker with each kill, feeding on the blood and souls of those it executed.
It was like an ancient execution ground. The condemned weren't ordinary criminals, but elite foreign prodigies—slaughtered like prisoners, heads lopped off.
The scene was nothing short of horrifying.
Arthur's eyes nearly popped out of his head. Mouth agape, he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
"So strong… Another monster. I've run into two monster-level prodigies. My luck's not bad at all,"he mumbled in a daze.
"So strong. He slaughters them like dogs,"Yi Tianxing muttered, deeply shaken. Ye Guxin's power was overwhelming. Killing prodigies like livestock—and each kill made him even stronger, as though he were absorbing their essence.
"Daoist Ye, we meet again. Last time was in the Celestial Tomb. I didn't expect our next meeting to be like this. Your cultivation has progressed astonishingly—it's truly admirable,"Yi Tianxing said with a smile.
Originally, he had been preparing to step in, but Ye Guxin had taken care of everything. Naturally, his mood had lightened.
He admired Ye Guxin's strength, but felt no jealousy. The more powerful the humans, the better it was for their race.
From his observations, Ye Guxin clearly had a strong sense of belonging to the human race—a worthy ally.
"I can't compare to the Emperor of Great Yi,"Ye Guxin replied, glancing calmly at Yi Tianxing, unbothered and poised.
"If you ever get the chance, come visit the Great Yi Dynasty. We should have a drink sometime."
"That chance will come."
Whoosh!!
At that moment, an overwhelming pressure descended from the sky. Nine colossal eyes once again appeared in the void...