There was no roar, no fancy move name, it just seemed like a simple basic attack.

A purple blade of light swept across the area, and even those standing behind Yu Meng felt a chill run down their spines from the powerful shockwave.

"Deacon Xu, this is..."

Behold, wherever the blade flashed, metal and stone were shattered, and the apostles were annihilated like clay dolls!

"Don't ask me. Even if I knew, I couldn't tell you."

"Besides, why should the eldest mistress need to report her actions to me?"

Not to mention that Yu Meng and He Guang were wearing masks, he couldn't tell who was who.

Even if she could recognize him, she dared not say anything out of turn!

You should know that those women don't even give face to the lord!

"Uh..." Shangguan Rou was also speechless after being rebuked by Xu Zhanfeng's words...

Watching the blade flash across the barrier, followed by a devastating attack that seemed like divine retribution, rained down from the heavens...

The strong wind made it impossible for Ye Qinghan to open his eyes. Ye Qinghan could only subconsciously hug He Guang's waist and hold onto the modular armor on He Guang's skirt armor tightly to avoid being blown away.

This was a strike from the manor, hailed by the Valkyries as the strongest blow of the Heavenly Punishment. However, against a deadly situation of this caliber, only a 10% success rate in dealing damage was needed.

The cultivators were all shocked by this sight and whispered among themselves...

"Who...who is this person?"

"What level of cultivation would one need to possess such strength?"

"Judging from her figure, is she a girl?"

But these cultivators were still unaware of the true nature of that strike...

As the smoke and dust cleared and the mist vanished, all that remained were the mountain peaks severed by the blade, their clean cross-sections leaving one speechless...

"Cleared the deadly place in just two moves? How is that possible!"

"What kind of supernatural power was that that shot down from the sky? How could it have such power?"

Have you ever seen a woman like this? Is she an immortal?

Cheng Liang said, "I've seen people wearing similar armor before, but those people were far less powerful than this one..."

"Does Sect Leader Cheng know who these two people are? Are they here to help us?"

Cheng Liang shook his head. Although he believed that the Northern Region, Eastern Region, and Southern Region all followed the advice of the three grandmothers from Lingxian Palace.

However, his status at this moment is far higher than before, and he has a voice even in the four regions.

As for Cang Jue, she's now just a messenger, but she really enjoys this easy job because she can go have tea with Su Cheng whenever she has free time.

As He Guang slowly released his grip, the small black cube continued to spin in Ye Qinghan's palm. Ye Qinghan stared incredulously at the horrific scene of divine punishment in the distance, then looked at the power in his palm...

When they realized what had happened, they quickly bowed and thanked him.

"Qinghan, thank you, sister."

He Guang ignored Ye Qinghan's thanks and simply spoke in a calm tone.

"We should go back now. You go and retrieve the equipment."

After saying that, He Guang slowly squatted down, pulled hard on the buckle next to the suppression mechanism, and the mechanism, which was originally firmly nailed to the ground, instantly retracted with a metallic sound, returning to a cylinder like a door-breaking hammer, which He Guang casually hung on his lower back.

Ye Qinghan simply gave Xu Zhanfeng a look, signaling him to clean up the mess, and then picked up his equipment and left.

"Elder Shi, didn't you say that all the disciples in Su City had disappeared? That's why things have been so quiet for the past year..."

"Uh... Elder Yu Lan said that the three disciples are all in seclusion, and Shi Yao has not sent any messages to the Holy Mountain."

All eyes were on Cang Jue and Xu Zhanfeng. Although only Xu Zhanfeng had the Lingxian Palace's waist token, it was no secret that Cang Jue was Su Cheng's Daoist partner, and Cang Jue had no intention of hiding it.

Shi Mingyi actually knew that Shi Yao had emerged from seclusion, but Li Shi Yao used him as an excuse to ask about Li Su Yao's recent situation. As for anything else, Li Shi Yao didn't mention it.

Cang Jue didn't respond, but simply commented on the current situation: "I haven't received any news that the top disciple of Lingxian Palace will take action. However, since the Northern Region's dead land has been cleared, you might as well turn your attention to the smaller dead lands around the four regions to prevent them from evolving into larger dead lands."

War is cruel, but it can also be romantic.

There will be no more barriers between people. They will think and work together. Under the leadership of Cheng Liang and Xu Zhanfeng, the four regions and a group of immortal sects will join forces to meet the impending disaster. This is unprecedented, but it is indeed happening now.

No one can stand aside; everyone is for me, and I am for everyone, because no one can stand aside or face death alone. This is a disaster that no single force or individual group can handle.

Cheng Liang spoke with his usual composure: "Elder Cang Jue is right. I have already arranged for people to handle the work of appeasing the nearby residents. Let's set off for the Western Regions now."

This was a situation that Su Cheng had not anticipated. Just like Chu Youwei, who had been reborn, Su Cheng had clearly made more comprehensive preparations for this disaster and had made arrangements well in advance.

Ye Qinghan returned after completing his mission report at the mansion.

Su Cheng was practicing swordsmanship, but he looked no different from the head coach warming up. Su Cheng's movements were very slow. Although his swordsmanship was sharp and ruthless, it was like he was doing Tai Chi. It was soft and weak, but it seemed very profound.

"Master..."

"I know, Qinghan messed up, didn't he?" Su Cheng was just focused on wielding the greatsword in his hand, which, to be honest, was far less flashy than wielding a spear.

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