Chapter 358: Leave None Alive
Chapter 358: Leave None Alive
Just at that moment, Shen Yi looked down at the figures rushing up from below.
The mysterious light seemed to have no effect on him.
The golden patterns on his robe flickered slightly, and then he casually raised his hand.
His fingers spread slightly.
What seemed like an ordinary gesture to others caused Yi Daohong's pupils to constrict.
The young man's palm appeared in an extremely clever position.
The next moment, Yi Daohong rushed forward as if walking into a trap, his head firmly grasped by those five fingers.
"Thousand Transformations Demon-Subduing Sword!"
Feeling the terrifying force on his head, Yi Daohong couldn't break free for a moment and could only roar explosively!
In an instant, countless golden lights enveloped the young man.
Each beam carried a sharpness that could cut through all things in the world.
They crisscrossed each other.
Trapping Shen Yi within, and then slashing down together!
They then all melted away on that faintly rippling black robe with golden patterns.
Shen Yi stared at the old man in his palm.
The pitch-black depths of his eyes grew deeper, and he lightly uttered a single word, "Sever."
At that moment, amidst the already murky sky, thunder rumbled incessantly!
The green and red colors spread.
The divine sword revealed its straight blade from within the clouds.
The Black Killing Thunder raged like a giant dragon.
It immediately fell, piercing through Yi Daohong's body.
When the wind and clouds calmed, and the thunder faded, Shen Yi released his palm and watched as the old man fell towards the ground. His black robe tore, and his body gradually turned into sparkling lights that slowly dissipated in the air.
As the rich spiritual energy suddenly thickened, everyone fell into a daze.
Shen Yi rubbed off the dry, charred bloodstains on his fingertips, raised his eyes, and glanced at Qinghua, "Leave none alive."
The next moment, everyone saw the Dharma image plunge towards the ground, and the Dark Flood Dragon and Golden Dragon pounced, mercilessly reaping the lives of the Xuan Guang Dong cultivators.
One who managed to escape was smashed back by a six-zhang tall golden body Dharma image.
"Kill! Kill! Leave none!"
The Wu Miao ancestor hammered his chest excitedly, chasing after the cultivator, his fists raining down like a storm.
"..."
The Xu family, who had been excited before, now stared at the sky in astonishment.
They hadn't left their seclusion in many years.
They had only read about such methods that could change the color of the sky and earth in books.
For a moment, they felt a surreal sense of disbelief.
And the person who displayed this method was the one who had appeared before them earlier, looking like he was in distress. He had stood at the Xu family's door, polite and gentle.
The old woman stood at the very front of the crowd.
She stared at Shen Yi with a complex expression.
She found it hard to imagine that the young man's slightly arrogant words from before had actually been a show of humility.
With such abilities, why would he need to introduce himself? Just this display today would be enough for people to know his name, even if the Xu family continued to seclude themselves.
The only thing the old woman couldn't understand was... why would such a powerful person come to their Xu family to hide from danger?
Could it be that he was giving the Xu family face?
She looked at the awestruck expressions of her clansmen and waved her hand to dismiss the formation above their heads.
As long as Shen Yi hung in the sky, there would always be a place for the Xu family in this world.
In an instant, two figures rushed over from the horizon.
A Qing crashed into her father's embrace and finally couldn't hold back her sobs, "Qing'er knows she was wrong..."
Xu Hongde reluctantly took his eyes off the horizon and patted A Qing's head, "You're not wrong, you've found a great backer for the Xu family."
Obviously, Shen Yi's action of slaying Yi Daohong had left an indelible impression on everyone.
She retracted the mysterious tower and stared at the young man before her.
Beyond shocked, she was left speechless for a moment.
She wanted to get angry but also didn't want to.
The young man had just killed a late Huashen stage cultivator without giving any face to Wutong Mountain.
This was a grave offense and carried a strong sense of provocation.
But... the problem was that his actions were too swift and decisive, and the outcome was too astonishing.
His proficiency in this technique made her unconsciously think of Nie Shixiong.
Even the technique itself bore some resemblance to the Shenxiao Zhenlei Sword Art, and coupled with the same ruthless killing intent, it was as if there was such a coincidence in this world.
The only difference was that the young man's cultivation was far inferior to Nie Jun's.
If it weren't for Yi Daohong choosing to attack instead of using defensive spells, this sword technique of killing intent shouldn't have been able to kill him directly.
However, Shen Yi's ability to make the sword light disappear mysteriously was also one of his talents.
It was truly amazing.
Could it be that there are also cultivators outside of Wutong Mountain who possess the qualifications to break through to the Returning Void stage?
This was too shocking.
So much so that Miao Qinghui subconsciously ignored the miserable wails of the Xuan Guang Dong cultivators ringing in her ears.
What she didn't expect was that the young man would be the one to speak first.
"If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving. No need to see me out."
Shen Yi turned casually. He didn't hold any grudges against Wutong Mountain.
They were just a group of arrogant cultivators who liked to play both sides.
After all, whether it was the Blood Demon Emperor or the earlier incident with the Ghost Tail Spear, Wutong Mountain had provided him with quite a bit of protection.
Regardless of their personalities or intentions, their actions were indeed directed against the Thousand Demon Cave.
Of course, not holding a grudge didn't mean he liked dealing with these cultivators who looked down on everyone else. He didn't want to make things difficult for himself.
"Ah."
Miao Qinghui shook her head.
Having gotten used to respectful and polite speech, she now found normal conversation grating on her ears.
However, when it came to those with extraordinary talent, anyone would be more tolerant.
"This alliance will be as good as dog shit from now on."
She still couldn't help but curse, but it wasn't accusatory. It was more out of helplessness.
It seemed that she could already foresee the battle between Xuan Guang Dong and Da Qian.
"Next time something happens, Wutong Mountain will not intervene."
Miao Qinghui didn't intend to use this matter as a threat. She was just stating things clearly. However, seeing the young man's casual actions, she couldn't help but glare at him.
"Suit yourselves."
Shen Yi walked into the crowd, raised his hand slightly, and then left without another glance, heading in the direction of Da Qian.
With the protection of the robe, he no longer needed the Golden Body Dharma to constantly guard him.
He could choose a more central position.
Then, with a communication jade slip, the Town Prison Dharma, with its current strength, could rush to the Thousand Demon Cave or return to Da Qian in the blink of an eye.
Behind that gorgeous black-robed figure.
The Da Qian crowd and the Xu family members followed silently.
The Wu Miao ancestor and Qinghua returned with eight corpses, their massive figures blocking out the sky, and the brilliant golden light shining on everyone, like an impenetrable barrier.
"Brother Shen!"
Zhu Jue floated beside Shen Yi, his eyes full of admiration. He genuinely wanted to praise him, but suddenly realized that the other's face remained calm.
He retracted his smile. "Is there something else?"
Shen Yi clenched his collar, his eyes as calm as a still well. "A private matter."
(End of Chapter)
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