Ye Xianyu was unruffled.
Li Qingshan was anxious.
And Xu Xian was reckless...
Wielding the power over life and death, he rampaged through the Demon Abyss.
A scout arrived with news: the Little Grand-Uncle had ventured deep into the heart of the Demon Suppression Abyss. All disciples below the seventh stage had retreated to Demon-Slaying City to await orders.
Li Qingshan asked, "Where is your Little Grand-Uncle? Did you not tell him to retreat?"
The reporting disciple replied, "We did, but the Little Grand-Uncle wouldn't listen."
"Scout again!"
"Yes!"
The disciple hurried away, leaving Li Qingshan cursing under his breath.
Ye Xianyu sat firmly on the high platform, as serene as an autumn moon.
On the other side, Xu Xian had gathered the majority of the Wendao Sword Sect's seventh-stage experts and was currently sweeping through the Demon Suppression Abyss.
Just as Ye Xianyu had said, the beast race was in for a miserable time; they were being bathed in blood.
The number of seventh-stage experts from the Wendao Sword Sect continued to grow. From just a few at the start, there were now nearly fifty of them. They crowded around Xu Xian, pushing forward in a relentless line.
They slaughtered from the north to the south, then back from the east to the west. The beast race suffered devastating losses.
They were cowering in fear.
"Green Lotus Sword Song!!"
"Green Lotus Sword Song!!!"
"Green Lotus Sword Song!!!!"
"Green Lotus Sword Song!!!!!"
One green lotus after another bloomed under the moonlight as beast emperors fell within the abyss.
Slay the demons.
Collect the corpses.
Continue slaying.
Continue collecting.
The group from the Wendao Sword Sect, led by Xu Xian, advanced with high morale and triumphant songs.
Some of the slower disciples couldn't even keep up with Xu Xian's pace.
Not only was Wen Qingxue fighting by Xu Xian’s side, but Yao Zhijian, who had been fighting for ten days, had also been pulled into the team by Xu Xian.
Watching the Little Grand-Uncle, who used to spend his days forging, now charging around with a sword, Yao Zhijian doubted more than once that Xu Xian was even looking for that auspicious beast.
He seemed to be here specifically to hunt beast emperors and beast kings.
He wasn't the only one with this thought. The other seventh-stage experts were equally dazed, but since Xu Xian was the Little Grand-Uncle, what could they say? They could only follow him in his life-risking charges.
However, it had to be said.
The slaughter felt incredibly satisfying.
A long-lost passion burned in their dantians, giving them an inexplicable sense of heroic pride, as if they would not return until they broke through the Wild River.
Sword qi surged as another beast king fell. The youth did not sheath his sword; he simply practiced the familiar motion of storing the corpse into the Divine Sword Pool, looking quite proud of himself.
A disciple beside him ventured a question, "Little Grand-Uncle, if I may ask... are we still looking for the auspicious beast?"
Without even thinking, Xu Xian replied, "Of course we are."
"Uh... but if we keep killing like this, we're going to reach Spirit Elixir City on the other side."
Xu Xian narrowed his eyes and said with the air of a veteran, "What do you know? Once I've killed and wiped out all these beasts, no one will be left to snatch the auspicious beast from us. Are you worried it can run away?"
Everyone was speechless.
Come to think of it, he actually had a point.
Furthermore, with this Little Grand-Uncle's current ability and strength, he truly could achieve it.
In just half a night, the beasts throughout the Demon Suppression Abyss had been chased into a state of paranoid terror.
They were either running or hiding, and many chose to huddle together.
Xu Xian didn't offer much explanation. He simply raised his sword and shouted, "Everyone, follow me and kill these monsters! Leave none alive!"
Many disciples responded in unison.
Xu Xian took the lead and vanished into the darkness, with the disciples following close behind, their sword edges glinting sharply.
Yao Zhijian and Wen Qingxue exchanged a look, their eyes full of helplessness. With a shrug, they also dove into the night.
Then, booms erupted everywhere, and mournful winds wailed.
From time to time, the wretched screams of beasts echoed through the shallow night.
"Ah!"
"Roar... damn humans! Despicable and shameless!!"
"Have the guts to fight this king one-on-one!"
"Monster, die!"
"Where do you think you're going, beast?"
"Green Lotus Sword Song—"
The Shadow Hall's seventh-stage Deputy Hall Master watched the darkness, listening to the commotion. His face twitched irregularly as he instructed a disciple beside him:
"Go back and tell the Sect Master and Peak Master Li that Martial Uncle has gone on a killing spree; he's completely unstoppable."
"Yes!"
That night at Demon-Slaying City, thousands of Wendao Sword Sect disciples gathered on the city walls, gazing into the distance.
That night at the Demon Suppression Abyss, the once-arrogant beast tribes were chased until they fled in all directions.
That night.
The Central Plains cultivators and demon hunters in the Demon Suppression Abyss listened to the intermittent beast roars and watched the powerful demons fleeing like madmen. They were all bewildered, unable to understand what was happening.
Things had been going back and forth between the two sides; why did the beast race suddenly start running?
That night.
At the summit of Boundary Mountain, reports of victory arrived frequently.
"Report! The Little Grand-Uncle has led a sweep of the abyss, killing over a hundred beast kings."
"Report! The Little Grand-Uncle and the others have slain more than ten beast emperors."
"Report! The Little Grand-Uncle is leading the sect's seventh-stage experts with unstoppable force; the beast race is in full retreat."
"Report! The Little Grand-Uncle has reached the walls of Spirit Elixir City..."
"Report! The Little Grand-Uncle and the others have fought their way back..."
"Report! The Little Grand-Uncle and the others have fought their way out again..."
"......."
"Report! The Little Grand-Uncle has gone on a killing spree!!"
Li Qingshan was completely numb, no longer knowing what to say.
In the surrounding area, the Pavilion Elders each had smiles more brilliant than the last.
A sixth-stage cultivator leading a group of seventh-stage experts had spent an entire night slaughtering on a battlefield where a single step could crush a pile of beast kings and beast emperors.
If this weren't happening in their own sect, they would never have believed it.
Li Qingshan's face was grim. "Is he mad? Is he so afraid that people won't know Xu Xian is in the Demon Suppression Abyss?"
Ye Xianyu said with a chuckle, "This is called boldness born of great skill. This Martial Uncle of yours is even wilder than your Seventh Senior Martial Uncle was in his youth."
"He's too much of a troublemaker. He doesn't know when to stop after gaining an advantage..." Li Qingshan couldn't help but complain.
During the ten-day stalemate, the humans and beasts had traded blows. Although there was fighting, most encounters ended as soon as they began.
Both sides had tacitly chosen to avoid life-and-death struggles, focusing primarily on searching for the auspicious beast.
But in a single night, the direction had completely changed.
Xu Xian's involvement had muddied the waters even further.
Competing for the auspicious beast?
He had turned this into an all-out war between humans and beasts.
No.
According to the current intelligence, this was a massacre.
A one-sided slaughter of the beast race.
As dawn approached, not a single seventh-stage expert from the Wendao Sword Sect who had entered Demon-Slaying City had died.
And since everyone below the seventh stage had retreated to the city, it meant the Wendao Sword Sect's casualties were effectively zero.
In contrast, over the course of the night, at least three hundred beast kings had died at their hands, and more than twenty beast emperors had been slain.
This was no small number.
Setting aside the beast kings, any beast that could cultivate to the beast emperor stage was of powerful bloodline.
They had many life-saving methods and were not easily killed.
Naturally, it wasn't just the Wendao Sword Sect. The Central Plains experts lurking outside Boundary Mountain also received real-time intelligence from the Demon Suppression Abyss.
Consequently, they learned of the Wendao Sword Sect's deeds.
Beyond their confusion, they were mostly shocked.
They were shocked by when the Wendao Sword Sect had become so formidable, and equally shocked that the world-renowned Xu Xian had already reached such a level.
A twenty-year-old sixth-rank spirit forger was one thing.
But now he was a sixth-stage soul transformation cultivator under the age of twenty-five.
Most importantly, the intelligence stated that as a sixth-stage cultivator, he slaughtered seventh-stage beast emperors like pigs and dogs. It was simply absurd.
"Is this Xu Xian fellow really that fierce?"
"How many years has it been?"
"He is terrifyingly powerful!"
Countless questions flashed through their minds and were voiced aloud, but the response always boiled down to just four words.
"It is absolutely true!"
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