Bai Qiushui was pierced!
Everyone was shocked once again!
No!
Now it's fear!
The rain of swords, having lost its follow-up power, roared and exploded on the spot, igniting layers of sparks in the void.
Tang Xuan stood amidst the sparks, his expression calm and his eyes composed.
"You...how could this be..."
Bai Qiushui slowly lowered her head, looking at her pierced body with disbelief on her face.
He didn't even feel death before he was gone.
"Why...why did I go and steal the White Tiger Spirit Pearl?!"
As life faded and the killing intent subsided, a hint of regret appeared in Bai Qiushui's eyes.
"That person dared to openly display the White Tiger Spirit Pearl, clearly indicating sufficient confidence... no..."
"He was practically waiting for an idiot to come and steal it, and I was that idiot!"
"What a pity, I don't want to die!"
A single, glistening tear rolled down Bai Qiushui's cheek.
He regretted it!
But there's no going back.
He will have to bear all the consequences himself.
"ah……"
Amidst a piercing scream, the sword energy within Bai Qiushui's body erupted, shredding him into dust that fell to the ground.
A prodigy of his generation.
Bai Qiushui, who possessed the Killing Sword Dao Body, vanished without a trace.
The disciples of the White Horse Sword Sect all had empty pupils and dull eyes.
They couldn't believe their senior brother Bai Qiushui, who was like a god in their eyes.
He just died like that?
"Senior Brother!"
I don't know who shouted it.
The disciples of the White Horse Sword Sect burst into tears.
"Waaaaah, Senior Brother, what will we do without you?!"
"It's over, our faith has collapsed!"
"No, I don't want this to happen!"
Some disciples of the White Horse Sword Sect beat their chests, some buried their heads in their hands and wept bitterly, and some even cried so dramatically that they coughed up blood.
It was like the end of the world.
The onlookers also felt a deep sense of despair.
Besides having top experts in charge, the most important thing for a sect is fresh blood and unparalleled geniuses.
The key to a sect's long-term survival lies in having a few top-tier experts among its younger disciples.
Bai Qiushui had already made a name for himself at a young age. If he hadn't fallen from grace, he would surely have become a renowned figure in the region in due time.
However, his greed led to his demise here, and the martial arts path was thus severed.
It's undeniably ironic.
Tang Xuan shook his head.
"If only I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have done it in the first place! Sigh..."
He tilted his head slightly and looked into the void.
Unbeknownst to them, many martial artists had appeared in the void above.
Many of them are just as strong as Bai Qiushui, and they are all top geniuses from various sects.
When they met Tang Xuan's gaze, their expressions changed slightly.
A moment later, someone turned around and left, disappearing from the spot.
We can't beat them!
We can't beat them at all!
Nobody's a fool.
Tang Xuan killed Bai Qiushui with a wave of his hand.
The others were roughly equal in strength to Bai Qiushui.
In other words, if they went up, the result would be the same.
Although there is still the option of joining forces.
But who will be the first to charge?
The first one to charge will surely die.
Not only did they fail to obtain the treasure, but they also lost their lives here.
Only an idiot would go.
Moreover, judging from Tang Xuanshen's full energy, he hadn't expended much strength at all.
I really don't want to think about how many people will die then.
With the scions of prestigious families all gone, the remaining martial artists watching were even more hesitant to engage. Many turned and left, while only a few still clinging to hope lingered around, looking for an opportunity to snag something of value.
As night fell, the little white tiger had already drifted off to sleep.
At its age, it needs to sleep at least ten hours a day.
The remaining two hours were used for eating.
Keep eating!
It can digest any rare and precious natural resources.
This is what makes mythical beasts so powerful.
Tang Xuan closed his eyes and began to silently regulate his breathing.
As time went by, the world grew darker.
The martial artists wandering around were suddenly taken aback.
The bright moon was hanging high in the sky, but the surroundings were eerily dark, which clearly indicated something was wrong.
Just as everyone was filled with doubt and surprise.
A massive cloud of black mist, like a raging tsunami, engulfed the martial artists.
All that could be heard from within the mist was a shrill scream.
"Don't kill me...don't kill me...ah..."
Amidst piercing screams, the mangled corpse flew out of the black mist and fell to the ground.
Tang Xuan, however, remained in a state of rest with his eyes closed.
They seemed not to have noticed anything.
Black mist swirled slowly around Tang Xuan.
Suddenly, a black mist, like the gaping maw of a prehistoric beast, lunged at Tang Xuan.
Just as he approached ten feet, Tang Xuan waved his right hand, and a sword aura shot into the black mist.
Pfft!
The sound of tearing cotton rang out, the black mist disappeared, and a figure was revealed.
Before the man could even speak, he exploded and died.
"You've come way too late!"
Tang Xuan opened his eyes, his face full of helplessness.
"The Akuma Clan!"
The black mist trembled slightly before dissipating, revealing a group of cold and sinister martial artists.
The warriors all had blank expressions and held broken blades in their hands.
The leader bore a striking resemblance to the Third Prince of the Demon Realm, but his aura had already reached the peak of the Seeking Saint Realm.
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