Chapter Thirty-Two: Killing the Young Master of Qingluo Palace
When Sima Xuan saw that Han Wei had withdrawn her divine sense, he thought she was frightened, so he laughed and made the beast-drawn carriage speed up.
The others, confused, followed him, and soon they saw the flying boat carrying Han Wei. Upon seeing Han Wei on the flying boat, the Qingluo Palace disciples suddenly understood.
What an absolutely stunning beauty!
No wonder the young master rushed over to her immediately.
Abducting female cultivators was already commonplace for the disciples of Qingluo Palace. Without Sima Xuan's orders, these guys surrounded the flying boat.
Sima Xuan sat in the beast-drawn carriage, smiling as he looked at Han Wei: "I am Sima Xuan, the young master of Qingluo Palace. May I ask your name, fairy?"
Han Wei felt disgusted by him and said coldly, "Why should I tell you?"
The disciples of Qingluo Palace were surprised to see Han Wei speaking to their young master so rudely; how could a Golden Core cultivator not be afraid of a Nascent Soul cultivator?
Sima Xuan wasn't annoyed; on the contrary, he found Han Wei even more interesting. A stunning beauty with a temper was even more exciting. He smiled and said, "It's probably not appropriate for a beauty like you to be here alone. Why don't you ride with me?"
"Get out!" Han Wei coldly spat out a single word.
"It seems the fairy wants me to use forceful methods." Sima Xuan's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he reached out in the void towards Han Wei, a huge transparent purple palm grabbing at her.
Just as Han Wei was about to be touched by the purple palm, thousands of silver-white flying swords shot out from the cabin of the flying boat. These flying swords shot out like a storm, not only shattering the huge transparent purple palm, but also killing the disciples of Qingluo Palace one by one before they could react. More than a thousand flying swords were also aimed at Sima Xuan.
That flying sword was truly astonishing. It seemed to tear through the void as if it could rip space apart. Its sword energy was domineering and unrestrained, like lightning, thunder, blazing sun, and starlight. In an instant, it forced Sima Xuan back several hundred feet.
In a panic, Sima Xuan summoned a seal bearing the Vermilion Bird totem. A flash of red light appeared, and a phantom of a Vermilion Bird, over twenty feet tall, appeared before Sima Xuan, blocking numerous flying swords. However, the phantom grew fainter and fainter, even developing cracks.
After the phantom image developed cracks, the seal also developed cracks, and finally the Vermilion Bird phantom image shattered along with the seal.
Sima Xuan dodged the remaining flying swords formed from sword energy in a sorry state, and looked towards the flying boat, where he saw that Han Wei was now accompanied by a man dressed in white as snow.
Blood rained down from the sky; it was the blood of the Qingluo Palace disciples. Except for the two female cultivators in the beast-drawn carriage, everyone else had been killed by Gu Qi.
As for the two female cultivators, Gu Qi generally disdained killing women, unless they truly angered him. The two female cultivators huddled fearfully inside the beast-drawn carriage, and no one paid them any attention at the moment.
The moment Sima Xuan saw Gu Qi, his pupils contracted sharply: Who is he? Has he been inside the flying boat all along?
Although he could tell that Gu Qi was in the late Nascent Soul stage, he was still shocked that he hadn't noticed Gu Qi was inside the flying boat at all.
This person is no ordinary late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.
"I am Sima Xuan, son of the Palace Master of Qingluo Palace. I was unaware of your presence and apologize for any inconvenience!" Sima Xuan recognized Gu Qi, a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, and guessed that Gu Qi was either a rogue cultivator or an outsider. But even if he was an outsider, he couldn't possibly be unaware of Qingluo Palace. He didn't believe Gu Qi would dare to attack him.
"Forgive me? Then I'll just cut off one of your arms." Gu Qi chuckled, seemingly quite polite.
Han Wei looked at Gu Qi in surprise; this guy was actually so assertive.
What?
Sima Xuan stared at Gu Qi in disbelief; he actually wanted one of his arms. Sima Xuan glared at Gu Qi angrily and said coldly:
"Fellow Daoist, do you wish to become an enemy of my Azure Luo Palace?"
"Since you're unwilling to leave behind an arm, then leave behind your head."
Gu Qi, dressed in flowing white robes, appeared otherworldly and even wore a smile, yet the killing intent emanating from him swept across the heavens and earth, shocking all living beings for miles around.
As soon as he finished speaking, 100,000 sword energies transformed into 100,000 flying swords and shot out in an instant, like a meteor shower streaking across the sky. The terrifying sword energy covered the surrounding area, giving Sima Xuan no chance to escape.
Sima Xuan gritted his teeth and summoned a ghost banner.
He spat a mouthful of blood onto the ghost banner, and dark clouds rolled overhead, emanating a bloody aura. Then, the ghost banner shone brightly red, and countless spirits flew out of it, wailing. Hundreds of thousands of souls flew out, instantly transforming into an army of the dead that filled most of the sky and the earth.
The world suddenly became like hell.
Then, the 300,000 dead souls collided with the 100,000 sword energies that had transformed into flying swords. Although the dead souls were filled with resentment, they were immediately scattered upon contact with the flying swords. Even the main souls of the most powerful Nascent Soul cultivators were immediately defeated when they clashed with the flying swords.
In the blink of an eye, the 100,000 flying swords swept away the army of the dead and headed straight for Sima Xuan.
Sima Xuan's eyes widened. If it were an ordinary late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, he could have trapped the opponent for at least several hours by summoning this ghost banner. Yet, it was broken by the opponent in an instant.
His fear intensified, and seeing the flying swords approaching, he immediately threw out a mirror. This mirror was made of silver and had exquisite patterns. The surface of the silver mirror was covered with many golden runes, and after being thrown, the mirror burst forth with thousands of golden rays, colliding with the flying swords.
Many flying swords were obstructed, but in just a moment, the flying swords pierced through the golden light, shattered the mirror, and arrived in front of Sima Xuan.
The speed was too fast; Sima Xuan couldn't dodge in time and was pierced through the body by several flying swords.
The scorching sword energy ignited his body.
Without hesitation, he separated his nascent soul from his body and escaped.
After his nascent soul left his body, his speed increased dramatically.
Gu Qi, aboard the flying boat, gave a light snort and waved his hand, causing his flying sword to increase in speed dramatically, quickly catching up with Sima Xuan. The Nascent Soul cultivator looked utterly terrified and cried out:
"If you dare kill me, my father will not let you get away with it!"
Without the slightest hesitation, the flying sword pierced through his nascent soul. Sima Xuan let out a wail, and his nascent soul vanished just like that.
On the airship, Han Wei looked at Gu Qi:
"You killed him."
"Killed him, so be it. Are you still reluctant to let him go?" Gu Qi said with a smile.
Only the master and disciple remained in the sky; Sima Xuan's two concubines had already fled on their swords. Han Wei looked at Gu Qi and said, "The people from Qingluo Palace will find us soon, probably within the time it takes to drink a cup of tea. I heard that the Palace Master of Qingluo Palace, Sima Nan, has been in seclusion for over four hundred years, and many people say that he has already entered the Nascent Soul stage."
Upon hearing this, Gu Qi smiled slightly and said, "Then let's wait for him here."
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The mountains are rugged and precipitous, with magnificent palaces built atop them. The walls of these ancient palaces are inscribed with many mysterious runes.
Between the peaks, iron chain bridges can be seen everywhere, and cultivators riding demonic beasts often fly across the high peaks. This place is Qingluo Palace, the location of the number one demonic sect in the Eastern Region.
On this day, the disciples of Qingluo Palace were going about their daily routines as usual when suddenly a roar came from the forbidden area of Qingluo Palace. The roar was terrifying, as if the Thunder God was angry, causing the mountains to tremble. All the disciples of Qingluo Palace, even several Nascent Soul Grand Elders, were frightened.
A blood-red streak, carrying an astonishing killing intent, emerged from the forbidden area and headed straight for the distance.
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