Master Tinglan and Wei Ji stood frozen in place, their bodies stiff, even their breathing stopped.
They had never seen such a terrifying scene before. Those powerful cultivators who were usually high and mighty, able to turn the world upside down with a flick of their wrist, were now being crushed like ants!
"Is this...is this really something a human could do?" Wei Ji's throat was dry, and his voice trembled so much that it was almost incoherent.
"These are either Nascent Soul stage cultivators who can dominate a region, or Void Refinement stage cultivators capable of destroying the entire Xuan Tian Sect... and they're all going to die here..."
Master Tinglan gripped his folding fan tightly, his knuckles turning white, and cold sweat beading on his forehead. He had read in ancient texts about the legends of ancient powerful beings slaughtering countless immortals, but only now, witnessing it with his own eyes, did he truly understand what "immortal might as a prison" meant!
"Run...we have to run!"
A hysterical scream shattered the silence, and finally someone completely broke down. It was an old man with white hair and beard, who now resembled a terrified child, trembling and making hand seals.
"The earth's veins connect to the netherworld, escape!"
The old man's body suddenly sank, and the earth and rocks parted like flowing water. Just as a hint of joy at surviving a disaster appeared on his face, he heard a contemptuous snort.
"Trying to leave?"
Bai Ying's eyes flashed like blades, and she lightly raised her slender hand, her five fingers grasping at the air.
"Boom!"
The entire earth suddenly trembled violently, and the ground within a radius of a hundred feet surged and writhed like a colossal beast awakening. Hard rocks turned into flowing mud, and a giant hand formed from earth and stone burst forth from the ground, gripping the old man's ankle tightly!
"No! This is impossible!"
The old man was terrified and frantically tried to break free by channeling his true energy. However, the giant hand of earth and stone carried some kind of law power, completely suppressing his cultivation. To everyone's horror, this powerful cultivator, who had reached the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm, was dragged out of the ground like a dead dog!
"Spare me! I'll give you everything..."
"Noisy."
Bai Ying lightly traced a line with her fingertip, and an invisible blade of energy swept across the void.
"Pfft!"
The old man's pleas for mercy abruptly ceased. His head was tossed high in the air, his cloudy eyes still frozen in disbelief. Blood gushing from his neck formed a rain of crimson, drenching several nearby cultivators in crimson.
"Thump."
The head fell to the ground, rolled several times in the pool of blood, and finally came to rest at the feet of a female cultivator. The woman looked down at the old man's contorted face and suddenly let out a scream that was not human:
"The Ancestor of Li Huo...is dead...The Ancestor of Li Huo is dead!"
She hysterically tore at her hair, her Dao heart completely collapsing.
The other survivors turned ashen-faced upon seeing this. That was the Fire Ancestor, who had lived for three thousand years! A peerless expert who had once single-handedly suppressed three top sects, now died so... easily.
"Dead...all dead..." A cultivator in blue robes slumped to the ground, his fingers digging deep into the soil until his knuckles turned white from the force. He stared blankly at the spot where the Ice Soul Fairy had vanished, then turned to the charred corpse of the Fire Ancestor, and suddenly let out a piercing wail: "Aaaaah...what are we going to do?!"
This scream was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, and all the cultivators present collapsed to the ground.
Some people scratched their hair with bloodshot eyes, some stared blankly at the limbs scattered on the ground, and some even knelt down and slammed their foreheads against the ground with a dull thud.
Bai Ying surveyed the crowd indifferently, her white skirt fluttering in the blood-red wind. She slowly raised her hand, and a dazzling light condensed in her palm, within which thousands of runes could be vaguely seen flowing, containing world-destroying power.
In this suffocating silence, endless regret welled up in the hearts of every survivor.
They recalled the ecstasy they felt when they received the news—an ancient inheritance, what an exciting legacy it must be!
At the time, everyone felt this was a golden opportunity, as if the inheritance was already theirs.
"If only I had known..." Master Ziyang trembled as he touched his severed right arm, a metallic taste rising in his throat. He recalled his earlier vow to seize the inheritance. Now, how laughable it all seemed.
The Supreme Elder of the Qingxiao Sword Sect stared intently at his shattered natal sword, tears mingling with blood streaming down his face. Three thousand years of arduous cultivation, destined to end here today.
The light from Bai Ying's palm grew brighter and brighter, illuminating the entire battlefield as if it were daytime. In this blinding light, some people broke down in tears, some muttered to themselves, and some suddenly burst into maniacal laughter. But everyone knew that they were doomed today.
"It's time to end this." Bai Ying said softly, her voice not loud, yet it sent a chill down everyone's spine. Her fingertips twitched slightly, and the ball of light containing destructive power began to slowly rise into the air...
Just as the destructive light was about to erupt, a dark shadow suddenly shot up!
"Witch! If I die, you won't live either!" The Heavenly Fiend Demon Lord's face was ferocious, and his flesh and blood swelled up at a visible speed. His skin cracked inch by inch, revealing the scarlet flesh beneath, and violent spiritual power surged wildly in his meridians, as if he was about to self-destruct his primordial spirit!
"Not good! He's going to self-destruct!" Master Tinglan's expression changed drastically. The self-destruction of a Void Refinement stage expert was enough to level an area within a hundred miles!
However, Bai Ying just smiled coldly, a hint of mockery flashing in her eyes.
She lightly raised her finger, and suddenly the phantom of an ancient bronze bell appeared in the void. The bronze bell was entirely dark yellow, and its body was engraved with obscure and incomprehensible Dao patterns. As soon as it appeared, the entire space-time of the world seemed to freeze.
"Eastern Emperor Bell - Town!"
"clang!"
A melodious bell tolled, echoing between heaven and earth. The Heavenly Fiend Demon Lord's swollen body froze instantly, as if a pause button had been pressed. His distorted face retained its final madness, but the boiling spiritual energy around him was like a frozen river, unable to stir up even the slightest ripple.
"How could this be..." His consciousness emitted a final, unwilling ripple.
Bai Ying lightly tapped her fingertip, and the illusory image of the Eastern Emperor Bell trembled slightly.
"Pop."
With a soft sound, the body of the Heavenly Fiend Demon Lord shattered like a bubble, turning into specks of spiritual light and dissipating into the air. There was no earth-shattering explosion, no world-destroying impact; the self-destruction of a Void Refinement expert didn't even stir up a wisp of wind.
The entire room fell silent.
Those cultivators who had initially harbored the idea of fighting to the death were now in utter despair.
They finally understood that, in the face of this woman, even death had no meaning.
"It's finally time to end this." Bai Ying looked around, her voice as cold as frost.
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