Immortal-Exterminating Divine Venerable

"Insolent! What kind of Loose Cultivator are you, daring to attack someone from my Profound Celestial Sect!"

As Yang Xiao lunged, the leader of the group—a Daoist Tier Cultivator whose power was comparable to a Martial Artist in the Great Divine Power Realm—let out a furious roar. He raised his hand and swiped, conjuring a massive, red hand that seemed poised to snatch his oncoming foe and crush them to pulp.

But in the next moment, the figure before his eyes flickered and vanished.

The expression of this Immortal Cultivator from the Profound Celestial Sect changed drastically.

Before he could even react, a section of a dark-red sword blade burst out from his chest.

In an instant, his entire body was immobilized, his aura completely suppressed. It felt as if something was draining his flesh and blood Essence Qi, and even his Soul could not break free.

"A demon… a Demon Cultivator…"

He managed to utter these words.

This Elder from the Profound Celestial Sect had been forced to come and investigate the disturbance within the Primordial Qi Heaven Suppressing Array. He had initially dismissed Yang Xiao as an arrogant brat he could crush with ease.

In an instant, he died on the spot.

Devoured, down to the last drop, by the Bloodthirsty Sword.

'Oh, that was so satisfying, Mister. It feels like I've grown a little bigger again.'

The voice of the Bloodthirsty Sword Spirit echoed in Yang Xiao's mind.

But this time, the Bloodthirsty Sword Spirit's voice didn't cloud his judgment. With a flash, he appeared beside another Daoist Immortal Cultivator and thrust his sword out once more.

Another one fell.

At that moment, the expressions of the onlooking Immortal Cultivators finally changed. They had come to surround and kill him, acting high and mighty, especially after sensing that Yang Xiao's aura was merely at the Profound Tier, equivalent to a Martial Grandmaster.

Their two strongest members had been slain in an instant.

The strongest among the survivors were only Peak of the Magic Tier Cultivators, comparable to the Small Divine Ability Realm.

How could they not be utterly terrified?

A flurry of shocked cries erupted from the group.

"Impossible! Elder Yuan and Elder Feng were Daoist Tier Cultivators! How could this kid have killed them?!"

"It's the sword! It's a bloodthirsty Demon Sword!"

"And his speed! It's too fast! We couldn't even react. If we could have, the two Elders wouldn't have been killed so easily."

Though there had been only two brief exchanges.

Yang Xiao's superiority was painfully obvious.

It was enough for every one of these powerful individuals to understand the situation.

And for that very reason.

They didn't dare to make a single rash move.

'Fight? We can't win.'

'Run? We can't escape.'

'What do we do?'

But just then, something happened that gave them a sliver of hope.

After killing Elder Feng—the second Immortal Cultivator on par with the Great Divine Power Realm—Yang Xiao simply stood there, motionless.

He made no move to kill anyone else.

This immediately sent the minds of the tense cultivators racing.

One of them, a middle-aged man who appeared relatively calm, had already devised an escape plan.

"The only way now is to scatter and flee. He's just one person. If we each run in a different direction, some of us might get away. You all saw it before! Our Junior Martial Niece, Ye Qinghan, fled this place like her life depended on it, while the others were all killed. If she could escape, then obviously, so can we!"

Just as the others were at a loss, the relatively calm middle-aged man sent this message to them via voice transmission.

At his words, a flicker of hope appeared in everyone's eyes.

Originally, this Array had always been maintained by the talented disciples of the younger generation. These Elders were only stationed in the rear to guard the perimeter and prevent outsiders from entering.

That was why they hadn't arrived immediately when the trouble started.

They didn't know that Ye Qinghan and Ye Hongmei hadn't been with Ye Qianhan's group at all, but had appeared later.

They were even more oblivious to the fact that Ye Qinghan had already become Yang Xiao's Puppet, completely under his control and forced to do his bidding.

Thus, they naturally assumed.

After witnessing Yang Xiao's terrifying power.

They thought that Yang Xiao had appeared out of nowhere, gone on a rampage, and slaughtered everyone, with Ye Qinghan being the sole survivor who managed to escape.

'With his level of strength.'

'He was certainly capable of such a feat.'

As for Yue Lingxi?

Her aura might have been stronger than Yang Xiao's, but it was only around the Fourth to Fifth Layer of the Magic Tier—weaker than most of them. And when they saw her.

Some of them who knew Ye Qianhan's temperament formed a theory.

'It was probably these two Loose Cultivators passing through who caught that fellow Ye Qianhan's attention, leading to this whole disaster.'

'Otherwise, why would a couple of Loose Cultivators dare to attack the Profound Celestial Sect?'

But regardless, the man had already made his move.

He would surely try to eliminate all witnesses.

And so, they only had one option.

Flee.

'If even one of us escapes, these two Loose Cultivators are dead. To think they had the gall to provoke the Profound Celestial Sect! They must have a death wish!'

They all snorted coldly to themselves.

The remaining thirteen Magic Tier Cultivators scattered in all directions.

At that moment, Yang Xiao was standing right in the middle of them.

He appeared to be comprehending some sort of change.

He wasn't taking action.

It was the perfect opportunity to escape.

But was it, really?

Was there really no reason why Yang Xiao would kill two people and then just let them stand around discussing their plans?

Of course not.

The reason Yang Xiao had paused.

And refrained from killing again.

Was because.

Of the Bloodthirsty Sword.

It was advancing.

After devouring three Upper-Grade Peak Spirit Weapons, the Divine Soul Essence Qi of two cultivators on par with the Great Divine Power Realm, and Ye Qianhan's entire group before them…

All that Spiritual essence, Spiritual Power, aura, and flesh and blood had finally pushed the Bloodthirsty Sword, already at the Peak of a Low Grade Treasure Weapon, to advance once more.

It was on the verge of becoming a Middle Grade Treasure Weapon.

However, the advancement of a Lifebound Magical Artifact takes time.

Not a long time.

But it still takes time.

For a normal person, by the time the Bloodthirsty Sword finished its advancement, these cultivators would have been long gone.

But Yang Xiao was different.

He possessed the Heart of Time.

This Origin Object, something that only a being at the Demigod Level could hope to create, instantly began to accelerate the flow of time around the Bloodthirsty Sword.

Faster.

In just an instant.

A crisp *CRACK* echoed.

The Bloodthirsty Sword had advanced.

Simultaneously, a torrent of the most profound energy between heaven and earth surged into it.

Pouring into the Bloodthirsty Sword.

Another Treasure Pattern formed.

At the same time, the original Treasure Pattern fused with the new one.

It became thicker and more distinct.

With a single thought from Yang Xiao…

…a terrifying power instantly enveloped everything within a hundred-meter radius.

And that hundred-meter radius…

…with Yang Xiao at its center, perfectly trapped every single one of the Immortal Cultivators.

At this very moment.

The Immortal Cultivators had just finished agreeing on their escape routes and had barely activated their Body Techniques. But just as they were about to move, they discovered…

…they were unable to move.

It felt as if the weight of ten great mountains was crushing them.

At the same time…

…streaks of Blood-colored Sword Qi…

…materialized from the void.

WHOOSH.

BANG!

BANG! BANG!

Thirteen Magic Tier Immortal Cultivators, each comparable to the Small Divine Ability Realm, including several powerful experts at the Peak of the Magic Tier.

In that single instant.

All of them exploded.

They were reduced to thirteen clouds of blood mist.

Not a single one remained.

Utterly obliterated into nothing but dust by the rampaging, Blood-colored Sword Qi.