Immortal-Exterminating Divine Venerable

"Ah!"

A cry of pain.

The Immortal Cultivator who had been stabbed began to tremble all over.

He could feel all of his power draining away,

drawn toward the sword in his body.

Even his will was beginning to dissipate.

"Damn it! It's that guy! Get him!"

The moment Yang Xiao struck, the leader of the group—the strongest among them at the Peak of Daoist Ninth Tier—instantly reacted and looked his way.

But to his surprise, Yang Xiao merely gave him a smile.

He didn't dodge or evade in the slightest.

It was as if he were asking, 'You think you can catch me?'

He paid them no mind whatsoever.

Instantly, the man was about to explode with rage.

Especially when he saw his own Daoist Tier Three subordinate get sucked dry in an instant, right before his very eyes.

In the blink of an eye, the man was dead.

The leader roared in fury and lunged at Yang Xiao.

Just as he was about to reach Yang Xiao and seize him—

A flash of golden light.

Yang Xiao was gone.

'How is that possible? A mere True Tier Two punk with that kind of speed… This… this has to be a trick, right?'

As he reeled in confusion,

"Ah!"

Another scream of agony echoed from the distance.

The man whipped his head around.

He saw another Daoist Tier Three Immortal Cultivator impaled on Yang Xiao's sword.

The man's Blood Qi and Divine Soul were rapidly draining away.

His expression changed drastically.

No matter how much he wanted to deny it, he had to accept that what was happening was real.

"Elder Cheng Zai, what do we do now?"

With two men killed in succession, even the slowest of the remaining Immortal Cultivators had caught on.

The ones with weaker cultivation—those below the Daoist Fourth Tier—were especially terrified, their faces pale as they scrambled closer to their leader, the man they called Elder Cheng Zai.

But before Ye Chengzai could respond,

Yang Xiao's Bloodthirsty Sword finished draining the second Immortal Cultivator, and his figure flashed.

His sword.

It pierced another Immortal Cultivator.

This time, it was an even weaker one, a Daoist Tier Two who hadn't made it to the safety of Ye Chengzai's side in time.

In the blink of an eye, the unlucky fellow

was reduced to nothing.

He died more than twice as fast as the Daoist Tier Three Immortal Cultivators, unable to even utter a cry of pain.

He just died, silently.

"Damn it! Junior Brother Ye Chengfeng, send a signal! Tell Elder Tian Guo and his men to get here at once! This brat has outrageous nerve! We'll surround him and see where he can possibly run!"

Ye Chengzai was furious.

Three men had been killed right under his nose.

And they were all cultivators from Immortal Dao City.

Members of the Ye Family's Direct Lineage.

How could he not be enraged?

If Ye Donghuang Ancestor were to find out, he would surely be killed with a single palm strike.

After all, every man Ye Taixuan had selected was an elite of the Ye Race. The death of even one of them was a painful loss.

And now, three were gone.

'More people are coming? That's great news.'

Hearing the man's words, a strange smile crept onto Yang Xiao's lips.

He wasn't afraid of more enemies.

He was afraid there wouldn't be enough.

And so, before Ye Chengzai could even deploy his men

to surround and kill him,

a flash of golden light.

Yang Xiao's figure flickered again.

The blood-red tip of his sword burst out from the chest of another Immortal Cultivator.

And though this victim was only a Daoist Tier One Immortal Cultivator, his death sparked far greater panic.

Because he had been standing less than ten meters away from Ye Chengzai.

A mere ten meters.

"You... beast! You dare to provoke this Elder so brazenly! Die!"

Ye Chengzai froze for an instant.

Then, his shock turned to fury.

He raised his hand, no longer caring about the fate of the impaled Immortal Cultivator, and unleashed a palm strike.

It was a mere ten meters.

He refused to believe Yang Xiao could dodge it.

But, to his disbelief, there was another flash of golden light.

Yang Xiao was gone.

He had even taken the impaled Immortal Cultivator with him.

His palm strike hit nothing but air.

Yang Xiao had dodged him. Again.

When he reappeared,

the Immortal Cultivator's body was just dissolving into nothingness.

What was left

was the same cold, smiling Yang Xiao.

This time,

Ye Chengzai's expression changed.

It turned incredibly ugly.

The others'

expressions changed as well.

A deep chill crept into the hearts of those who had sought shelter near Ye Chengzai, in particular.

"No, I don't want to die!"

Suddenly, a Daoist Tier One Immortal Cultivator, apparently overcome by terror, shrieked.

But his voice had barely started

when it was cut short.

Because of Yang Xiao's sword.

It had pierced him.

A moment later, after a brief struggle, he too turned to nothingness.

At this, everyone was completely stunned.

They had never seen anyone conduct an assassination so openly, just standing right in front of you and killing the person at your side.

It was like watching an unbelievably arrogant thief. He knew your house was occupied—by more than a dozen huge, burly men, no less—yet he still strolled in like he owned the place.

He'd walk into your home, take your gold and silver, beat your children, grope your wife's chest, and then swagger away.

No, he hadn't even left yet.

It looked like he was about to do something even more outrageous.

A thief like that.

He clearly couldn't win against those burly men in a fair fight, but he used his speed to stay just out of reach, forcing them to watch helplessly as Yang Xiao murdered their people.

Committing evil.

The feeling.

It was absolutely suffocating.

The cultivators below the Daoist Fourth Tier were especially panic-stricken.

Because none of them knew

if, in the next instant, that crimson sword would be piercing their own chest.

There was simply no way to defend against it.

What was even more terrifying was that,

from beginning to end,

the man hadn't uttered a single word.

He just flickered into motion and killed.

No pointless chatter at all.

The way he killed without batting an eye was utterly horrifying.

But they could afford to be stunned and panicked;

Yang Xiao, however, showed no signs of stopping.

"Ah!"

Another scream rang out.

They looked up.

Sure enough.

Yang Xiao's sword had pierced another man.

And this time, it was a Daoist Fourth Tier expert.

Now,

even the Daoist Fourth Tier Immortal Cultivators were starting to panic.

"Circle up! Quick, circle up! All cultivators at Daoist Fifth Tier and above, surround everyone below the Fifth Tier! This Elder refuses to believe he can get to them now!"

Ye Chengzai was finally jolted out of his stupor.

He roared.

At his command,

all the cultivators at Daoist Fifth Tier and above sprang into action.

While remaining wary of Yang Xiao's sneak attacks, each one of them moved to protect the Immortal Cultivators below Daoist Fifth Tier.

They formed a defensive circle.

But this circle was different from the one they had made to deal with Yang Xiao before.

Back then, they had all formed a large circle to surround Yang Xiao.

This time, however,

they were forming a circle around their own comrades.

And during the process of forming this circle,

Yang Xiao struck three more times.

Three hits.

Three kills.

In just a short time,

a group that originally numbered forty to fifty people had lost nine members.

Their numbers were reduced by a fifth.

Terrifying.

Absolutely terrifying.

So, even after the defensive circle was complete,

the men wore looks of utter terror as they faced Yang Xiao.

Not a single one dared to step forward and fight.

"I'm impressed. With you all huddled together like that, it's actually become difficult for me to strike."

Seeing their new formation, Yang Xiao felt a pang of regret.

With his current speed and his Bloodthirsty Sword, the strongest he could kill in one blow was a Daoist Fourth Tier Immortal Cultivator. He couldn't guarantee a one-hit kill against a Daoist Fifth Tier.

If things went wrong, he might get bogged down by these guys.

That would be disastrous.

So, Yang Xiao glanced at them one last time, intending to withdraw.

But just at that moment,

another group of forty to fifty Immortal Cultivators came rushing toward them.

"Elder Tian Guo and the others are back! Great, now this brat..."

Seeing the newcomers, one of the men was overjoyed.

They had originally been a single large team, but they had split into two in their greed for personal glory.

Each team was led by a Daoist Tier Nine expert.

Now that the other team was back, their superior numbers brought a hint of joy to the faces of the terrified cultivators.

But in their elation, they failed to notice that a glimmer of delight had also appeared on Yang Xiao's face.

Immediately after, Yang Xiao's figure flashed.

He vanished from their sight.

Instantly, the faces of all the men changed.

'Oh no, Elder Guo and his men... they're in danger!'

Almost as soon as the thought crossed their minds,

Screams

rang out once more.

The slaughter and the panic

continued!