Won

"He..."

"Who is he?"

This was the answer everyone in the burial ground wanted to know at this very moment.

"Is he..."

"Bai Mang?"

This was also their collective doubt.

The figure within the blood-colored pillar of light wiped his face with one hand, his fingers leaving distinct streaks through the gore.

That face, hidden within shadows and blood, remained blurry and difficult to distinguish.

He shook the blood from his hand and slowly raised his head, the edge of the sword in his hand gradually pointing upward along with his gaze.

He stood on high, looking down with disdain at the tide of people.

His blood-soaked armor was like lacquer, and the edge of his sword was freezing, yet neither could compare to the icy light bursting from his eyes.

He spoke.

"Bai Mang of the Demon Abyss is here."

"Who else?"

His voice was hoarse, carrying an air of arrogance and wildness as it echoed endlessly.

In an instant, it was as if a thunderclap had exploded, rumbling within the minds of all living beings.

It was deafening!

Whether it was the cultivators at the foot of the mountain or the onlookers in the distance, every single one of them felt their souls tremble.

Their eyes dilated, their cheeks twitched, and their throats bobbed repeatedly.

They were struck with awe!

Yes.

He was Bai Mang...

He wasn't dead yet...

He could still fight...

Panic and bewilderment began to sprout quietly.

Chaos and fear flooded out unrestrained.

"This is impossible?"

"This is impossible!"

"This is impossible..."

Commotion broke out among the crowd as cries of shock rose from all sides.

Wasn't he dead?

He should have been dead.

If he was alive, what did the slaughter of these past two days mean?

What did they count for?

What did those who died count for?

At this moment, that mountain of corpses and sea of blood, along with the high-hanging Top 100 Merit Point Rankings, became even more piercing and conspicuous.

Over a hundred thousand points and a hundred thousand corpses were all his doing alone.

He was not human!

This was an answer they were now absolutely certain of.

The cultivators standing at the very front felt Xu Xian's gaze and their legs retreated uncontrollably, back and back again...

They were afraid.

This time, they were completely terrified.

For the first time in their lives, they felt the gaze of the god of death upon them.

Xu Xian flicked the edge of his sword and shouted a single word.

"Leave!"

His voice rang out like a bell, heavier than a war drum.

And then...

The cultivators spread across the mountains and fields retreated the moment he spoke, just like a tide, surging fiercely when rising but rushing away in a hurry when receding.

"Run!"

"Go..."

"He's not human, he's a devil..."

"..."

Some threw away their blades and abandoned their swords, fleeing in a frantic mess.

Some crawled and rolled, retreating in a pathetic state.

Millions of mortal beings scattered like startled birds and beasts.

The mountain shook and the ground trembled as they distanced themselves...

The noisy commotion gradually faded away...

In the distance,

Those who witnessed all of this remained dazed where they stood, unable to snap back to reality for a long time; even at this moment, they still didn't dare believe it.

All of this was real.

The power of one man.

Ten thousand lives slain.

With a single shout,

He scared away a million mortal beings.

And such a person actually lived in the same world and the same era as them...

The demons of the Demon Abyss fell silent.

The disciples of the Wendao Sect also fell silent.

The entire world went quiet along with them.

Chi Ji crawled out of the bone bowl, her gaze sweeping over the distance and the foot of the mountain before finally landing on that figure in blood-soaked armor.

Her eyes were vacant, frozen in place.

She murmured to herself,

"We won?"

In the demon camp, the demons were as quiet as cicadas in winter, and Lan Zhan whispered,

"He won!"

On the tortoise shell occupied by the Wendao Sect, the expressions of the disciples shifted between light and dark; there was shock, horror, and admiration, but even more of it was worry.

At the thought that in the near future, they would have to face a Demon Abyss led by such an existence, their heads began to ache.

A potential threat.

An existence that inspired dread.

Lu Yuan acted out of character, a sincere smile appearing at the corners of his mouth as he laughed, "He won."

...

Beneath the ground of Fanzhou, those giant eyes stared intently at the scene before them, and a heavy voice sighed with emotion:

"He is even stronger than I was in my youth!"

It was feeling lucky, lucky that in tiny Fanzhou, such a peerless monster actually existed; even in the lands above the heavens, such a person was rare.

It was also worried; he was so brilliant that he was definitely not something that could be kept in a small pond, and whether he could be controlled in the future was uncertain.

However...

All of this should come to an end now.

At least...

It was very satisfied with this result!

...

Inside the Twilight Burial Realm,

Xu Xian watched as the tide of people who had besieged him completely dispersed and moved far away, and he also let out a long sigh of relief.

His taut nerves finally relaxed.

"Whew..."

He wiped the blood from the immortal sword with his elbow and complained:

"This is exhausting for yours truly."

The little book spirit also fell from the sky, collapsing onto his head and saying weakly:

"This is exhausting for the little spirit..."

Xu Xian squeezed out a stiff smile and said warmly, "You've worked hard."

The little book spirit replied perfunctorily, "At your service, Master."

Xu Xian shook his head with a laugh, walked back a few steps, kicked away a corpse at his feet, and sat down with his back against the skull.

He looked up at the Top 100 Merit Point Rankings hanging high in the sky.

"Did I kill that many?"

"I suppose my sins are quite heavy now..."

"Now, I really have to cultivate well."

These seemingly random words left the little book spirit dazed, "Why?"

Xu Xian laughed, "I'm afraid of dying, because I'd have to go to hell."

Because he was afraid of going to hell, he couldn't die, so he had to work hard at his cultivation.

The little book spirit also laughed, "Don't worry, Master, even if you really go to hell one day, the unlucky ones will be the asuras in hell..."

Xu Xian was amused.

Those words,

While not exactly a compliment, sounded quite pleasant to his ears.

At some point, Chi Ji had jumped down from the bone bowl made of a skull and quietly walked to Xu Xian's side.

She wanted to sit down.

But because the ground was covered in corpses and blood,

She ultimately chose to squat beside Xu Xian and asked in a low voice, "Young Lord, are you alright?"

Xu Xian said lazily, "I'm doing great."

Chi Ji's gaze drifted over the youth, the shock in her eyes far outweighed by heartache as she asked foolishly, "Does it hurt?"

Does it hurt?

How could it not hurt?

Xu Xian saw through the young girl's thoughts and comforted her, "This is someone else's blood."

Chi Ji did not expose him, lowering her eyes as she said, "That's good then."

She had seen it.

The wounds on the youth's body had opened and closed, closed and opened...

Over and over again!

She silently took out a flask of wine from her robe and held it out to Xu Xian, asking, "Do you want a drink?"

Xu Xian glanced at it and felt that the wine flask looked familiar; thinking carefully, it seemed like the one he had given the girl back at the Black Sand Sea.

He reached out to take it and examined it closely; it really was his original one.

He remarked casually, "I didn't expect you to still have it?"

Chi Ji was startled, not quite reacting, "What did the Young Lord say?"

Xu Xian pulled out the cork on his own and said calmly, "Nothing."

He took a sip, and the strong liquor entered his throat, nourishing his dry gullet as the fragrance of the wine masked the scent of blood, providing a strange sense of comfort.

He looked at the girl beside him and handed it back.

"Want a sip too?"

Chi Ji did not refuse; she took a small sip and her face turned bright red from the sting.

She couldn't handle alcohol well to begin with, and she didn't even like drinking...

Xu Xian found it funny and also thought this girl was a bit adorably foolish.

With a hint of apology, he said, "Sorry about that."

"Hmm?"

Xu Xian explained, "I shouldn't have knocked you unconscious."

Chi Ji's gaze flickered as she spoke in a hurry, "No... it's fine, I'm used to it."

The youth tilted his head.

"Huh?"

Chi Ji waved her hands frantically, "No, I mean, I don't mind."

Xu Xian laughed, "Heh... silly girl."

Chi Ji thought to herself, 'Why do even his insults sound so pleasant?'