As he spoke, Xue An tightened his grip.
Bang!
The sword light caught in his fingers shattered with a loud explosion, along with the black sword lights before him.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Amidst the continuous sounds of explosions, the sword lights burst one after another.
And the imprisoned souls lost their shackles, transforming into billowing black smoke, swirling around Xue An before dissipating.
This miraculous scene left everyone speechless.
Yu Yang was no exception.
"No! My Sword Qi!"
Yu Yang let out a miserable cry and then spat out a mouthful of blood.
It must be known that these sword lights were condensed from his life’s essence. Now, with their sudden shatter, his soul was shaken, leaving him gravely injured.
This was the first time a look of fear appeared on his face, for he realized the white-clothed youth before him was far more formidable than he had imagined.
So he roared in anger with a fierce expression, "I’ll fight you to the death!"
Although he made a threatening stance, his body abruptly retreated, clearly intending to mislead and escape.
Seeing this, Xue An coldly chuckled, "A Sword Cultivator must reach the ultimate in swords! Abandon all worldly matters except a breath of Sword Qi in their chest; breaking myriad laws with one sword, that is the true Sword Dao! Today, let you die under such a sword!"
With that, Xue An raised his hand and struck down!
This was an indescribable sword strike, so brilliant that it blinded everyone who witnessed it in an instant.
Following it was an unimaginably powerful Sword Intent soaring into the sky, heading straight for Yu Yang.
Yu Yang didn’t even dare to look back, feeling like a helpless little bird fleeing the vortex of a storm.
This feeling made Yu Yang’s soul leap in terror, for he knew if he didn’t fight desperately, he would surely perish.
So he frantically activated Secret Techniques while fleeing, leaving barriers behind in hopes of blocking the coming sword.
But it was all in vain.
The edge of this sword was beyond what mortal comprehension could grasp.
In its presence, any Secret Techniques Formations lost their efficacy.
To say one sword breaks myriad laws, that is it.
Thus these so-called barriers couldn’t even make it pause, as they were swiftly sliced apart and then came crashing down behind Yu Yang.
"No!" Yu Yang felt the bone-chilling cold coming from behind, and the fear of death caused him to emit a desperate scream.
Much like the cries of his victims when he slaughtered them.
Never had Yu Yang hoped for a miracle as much as now.
In that fleeting moment, he prayed to every Deity he knew, even those much weaker than himself, hoping to survive.
But whether the Deities didn’t hear his prayers, or they heard but didn’t dare intervene remains unknown.
The miracle ultimately didn’t happen.
Puff!
After an extremely light sound, like a hot knife slicing through butter.
Yu Yang’s form was instantly suspended in mid-air.
Following that, Yu Yang’s neck slowly turned, wanting to look back.
But at this moment, a line of blood began to appear along his spine, as Yu Yang’s body split into two like a potato sliced down the middle, and fell apart.
Together shattered were Yu Yang’s Cultivation Level and his Deity Souls.
Until the moment he landed, Yu Yang, with only a sliver of consciousness left, rolled his eyes and caught sight of Xue An standing in the distance.
Upon seeing this snow-white-robed youth, a trace of regret flashed across Yu Yang’s heart.
Because only now did he understand he had provoked an existence he should never have messed with.
The atmosphere was solemn.
On the ground lay Yu Yang’s corpse, below the corpse, blood flowed in winding streams.
And beside it was Zeng Hong, half-kneeling on the ground, intending to stand but failing, his face showing embarrassment and fear.
All of this composed a bizarre and blood-soaked scene tinged with absurdity.
Yet no one dared laugh.
Because what had just happened had exceeded the comprehension of many.
With just one sword, he had split in half the formidable and feared Evil Sword Cultivator, Yu Yang.
How powerful must he be to achieve such a feat?
Could the white-clothed youth be an exceptional Immortal King, or perhaps...he has surpassed the Immortal King, reaching an unknowable realm?
This thought swirled in the minds of many.
Mai Li widened his eyes, dumbfounded, staring.
It turns out all he said was true!
How foolish of me to laugh at him back then.
Now it seems the one deserving ridicule should be me!
However...
Mai Li suddenly thought of something and looked towards Luo Lanting in the distance.
With this man’s strength, it’s truly possible to uncover the truth about Luo Luo and her brother’s matter!
At this moment, Xue An gently exhaled and gradually turned around, facing Shang Peng, who looked confused.
"Sorry, I might have used too much force with that sword, ending up dirtying the floor; truly apologetic!" Xue An said with a smile.
Only now his smile seemed terrifying in Shang Peng’s eyes.
"Uh...that..." Shang Peng, for a moment, didn’t know how to respond.
Should he display anger over his friend’s death? Don’t joke; even Shang Peng knew he couldn’t withstand that sword, speaking without strength would be seeking death!
Should he admit defeat?
But so many people are watching!
If he backs down, how could he continue mingling afterward?
Shang Peng’s heart tangled, full of confusion.
Beside him, Zeng Hong had no such troubles, as he seamlessly transitioned from half-kneeling to fully kneeling, secretly sighing in relief.
Damn it!
Thank goodness I conceded early!
Regardless of this guy knowing my master, just based on that swordsmanship alone, he’s not to be trifled with!
As for face?
Is face worth anything?
Yet, just as Zeng Hong felt secretly rejoicing, Xue An turned his head and smiled at him, "Didn’t I tell you to take your own life? Now, please proceed!"
Zeng Hong’s mouth instantly gaped, "Ah?"
Xue An smiled and extended a finger.
"Sir, I’ve truly realized my mistakes, and aren’t you acquainted with my master? Please, for my master’s sake, spare me this once!" Zeng Hong pleaded tearfully and imploringly.
Xue An said nothing, smiling as he extended his second finger.
"Sir, all of this was orchestrated by Shang Peng; he suggested going after the Dark Princess; he’s the mastermind, please spare me!" Zeng Hong was quick to realize this Human Clan youth was likely related to their scheme against the Dark Princess.
But then Xue An extended his third finger and sighed, saying, "Alright, time’s up! It seems you won’t take your own life, so let me send you off instead!"
