"Slash!!"
When the hundred-zhang sword phantom began to radiate seven-colored flowing light.
Ancient patterns emerged, faintly exuding an immortal aura.
This sword strike, gathering the full spiritual power of hundreds of Yuan Yue Holy Land disciples, finally descended upon Ling Xiao.
The sound of the Great Dao echoed faintly.
A fierce wind howled through the ancient mountain path.
Heaven and earth held only that one sword. Even the numerous Divine Emperors and Divine Kings in mid-air looked down with astonished eyes.
Especially sensing the terrifying sharpness contained within the sword, which faintly carried a world-splitting momentum, a hidden shock flashed in their eyes.
"Xiao'er!!"
Xuan Yuan Yue's expression turned sharp; she was about to rush through the air but was firmly grasped by Ling Tianlin.
"Ling Tianlin, what are you doing?! Let me go!"
"This is the Dao Xiao'er must temper. I believe this sword cannot harm our son."
Ling Tianlin shook his head. Though his expression was solemn, he showed no panic.
Because he saw that the expression on Ling Xiao's face never changed.
Calm, indifferent, like a Heavenly Demon overlooking all living beings!
"You… If Xiao'er suffers even the slightest mishap, I'll make your entire Ling Clan accompany him in death!!"
Xuan Yuan Yue gritted her silver teeth, but in the end, she coldly shook off Ling Tianlin's hand, her eyes fixed nervously on the thin, lonely figure on the ancient path below.
Like the Dao he must walk, a life without reliance, a path drenched in blood.
Wherever he passes, either submit or… be decapitated.
Buzz!
The spiritual sword finally fell, creating ripples ten thousand zhang high in the void.
But just as the sword reached three zhang above Ling Xiao's head, the blood moon in the young man's eyes suddenly spun.
Then, everyone watched in horror as the hundred-zhang sword phantom suddenly vanished without a trace.
The entire holy mountain was plunged into a profound darkness.
The spiritual light surrounding all the Yuan Yue disciples also dissipated into thin air.
Even now, their faces were filled with bewilderment.
They simply stared at the completely dark world before them until a chill surged at their necks. Then, they lost all sensation.
On the mountain path already dyed crimson with blood, the young man swung his blade, advancing, harvesting lives like grass. Heads rolled down one after another, emitting a pleasing sound.
There wasn't even a chance to beg for mercy.
Even their souls trembled at the moment of death, devoured and shattered by an inexplicable force.
Until the young man's figure stood atop the mountain peak, the entire mountain path was covered with corpses.
A living hell on earth was probably like this.
Even Wan Rendeng, the master of the demon sect, had a look of deep astonishment in his eyes.
Compared to this young man before him, he… seemed utterly unworthy of being called a demon.
But inexplicably, he felt a sense of reverence.
What he revered wasn't the young man's slaughter, but the indifference on his face that never changed from beginning to end.
Slaughtering three thousand disciples without a ripple in his heart.
A demonic heart like iron naturally wouldn't be troubled by inner demons.
Or perhaps, he simply was… a demon.
Only Xuan Yuan Yue and Ling Tianlin, though worried, felt an inexplicable sentiment.
Kill a thousand, become a demon; slaughter a hundred million, become an immortal!
If Ling Xiao were ever to face the entire world as his enemy one day, they hoped… he could be like now, killing all living beings.
Thus, the entire world… would be no match for him!
Boom!
A figure suddenly fell from mid-air. The Yuan Yue Holy Master, covered in blood, collapsed on the ground, the bones throughout his body completely shattered.
He looked at the equally blood-soaked young man before him with a venomous expression. In his aged eyes were hatred, fear, but more than anything, the desolation of the end times.
Since when… had the situation in the Eastern Territories been controlled by a young man?
Even now, the Yuan Yue Holy Master had no doubt that even without the intervention of the Ethereal Dao Palace and the Myriad Daos Demon Sect, his Yuan Yue Holy Land would have been doomed today.
Ling Tianlin…
The Yuan Yue Holy Master struggled to look up at the figure in white robes standing proudly in mid-air and finally sighed softly in his heart.
With these two father and son, the Eastern Territories would likely change their surname to Ling.
"Ling Xiao!! Your heart harbors demonic intent. Retribution will come for you sooner or later."
"Qingyun, tonight, for you."
Ling Xiao looked up at the sky, a smile curling on his lips.
Thousands of miles away, the starry sky was brilliant, the bright moon hung high, a breathtaking beauty.
I wonder, when we meet again, should I call you Nian Qingyun, or… Gu Chaoci?
Pfft!
The demon blade fell, deeply piercing the Yuan Yue Holy Master's chest.
The originally dark, profound demonic blade began to emit a bloody glow.
A complex, sinister demonic pattern suddenly lit up, then vanished in an instant.
But at that moment, a trace of surprise flashed in Ling Xiao's eyes. He seemed to feel that, just a moment ago, within this demonic blade… a demonic intent had stirred.
At the same time, within Ling Xiao's Sea of Consciousness, the Yuan Yue Holy Master looked bewildered at the pitch-black ancient hall before him. Especially sensing the terrifying pressure emanating from the hall, his face turned somewhat pale.
"Where is this?"
"The Holy Master's burial place."
Ling Xiao's figure descended from above. Both of his eyes had actually changed color.
In one eye, a blood moon seemed to rise; the other held a pure blackness, radiating endless sinister strangeness.
"Ling Xiao!! You dare to drag my soul into your Sea of Consciousness?"
The Yuan Yue Holy Master was somewhat dazed. Was this kid too arrogant for his own good?
He, a respected fifth-grade Divine Emperor, even if his physical body was shattered, how could his soul power be comparable to a mere Divine General?
But the moment his words fell, he saw the young man's two blood-colored pupils simultaneously glow with a crimson light.
Then, his world seemed to darken. Before him, a sea of blood churned. Xia Chen and the various Holy Land elders stood in the distance, staring at him vacantly.
The next instant, the figures surged forward, their hands clamping onto his neck, arms, all over his body.
"Holy Master… why didn't you save us…"
"Holy Master, why do you cling to life?"
"A thousand years of legacy!! Destroyed by your hands!!"
"No… it's not like that… it's not…"
The Yuan Yue Holy Master cried out in confusion, seemingly unable to resist as the crowd pushed him to the ground, gradually suffocating him.
But just as he fell into the endless illusion, a strange suction force quietly enveloped him, directly wrapping around his figure.
At this moment, the Yuan Yue Holy Master's soul seemed to find release.
Buzz!
The Soul Palace suddenly expanded, reaching nearly a thousand zhang in height in an instant.
And the bloody light in Ling Xiao's eyes finally completely dissipated at this moment, replaced by profound darkness.
Divine Emperor Soul Palace!
Finally, after devouring the souls of three thousand disciples and a Divine Emperor expert, it was forged!!
Ding, the host's actions align with the villain's style. System reward: 10,000 Villain Points, Destiny Forging Progress 1%.
"Hmm?"
Ling Xiao's eyes narrowed slightly, then turned calm.
So… is killing the best cultivation method for a villain after all?
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Countless figures descended from mid-air, their gazes either reverent or complex as they looked at the young figure before them and… the Yuan Yue Holy Master, who had long lost all signs of life.
"Nian Qingyun… wait for me."
Ling Xiao looked up, glancing towards the sky above.
There, a massive demonic shadow let out a despairing roar.
Then, everyone watched in horror as the Ancient Dragon Lizard, already suppressed by the combined efforts of Huo Heng and Xing Shen, suddenly spat out a strange demon core, attempting to turn and flee.
"Be careful! This beast wants to self-destruct its demon core!"
Just as spiritual light instantly blazed around everyone, Hua Hua, high in the sky, opened its dragon maw wide and actually… swallowed the Divine Emperor demon core.
Burp!
Gulp.
Even Ling Xiao looked somewhat astonished at the demonic dragon figure descending towards him.
This damn thing's talent… couldn't it just be… eating?