Chapter 510: 459. Chapter 458: A Bloodbath Unleashed

459. Chapter 458: A Bloodbath Unleashed

Wu the Daoist was certainly not a native Earthling; his identity had been fabricated by Lan Ji's system intrusion. Though online records appeared authentic, they would collapse under real-world investigation. Yet Earth had endured two Heaven-Collapse events—cities ruined, populations in constant flux—making it immensely difficult to verify anyone's true identity.

So as long as Wu the Daoist claimed to be the Awakened Wu Yong, he was Wu Yong—no one would doubt it. After all, a top-tier powerhouse wouldn't be so bored as to impersonate an Earthling.

"Awakening of the Dormant. Such things do occur, but the probability is minuscule. Most Dormant never awaken in their lifetimes. Yet this Wu Yong not only awakened, but brought with him extraordinary power."

The evolved ones from other Golden Academies watched, stunned yet elated.

Under such dire circumstances, gaining another master among their own was like delivering charcoal in snow.

"Wu Yong—an unknown Earthly powerhouse?"

Tai Tai Xianweng narrowed his eyes, his expression grim, deeply wary. He had seen from Wu Yong's first move: this man's power was terrifying. On the Xuan Immortal Continent, he would be at least a Tribulation Crossing-level being.

Moreover, this man harbored intense hostility toward cultivators, and both times he struck covertly, it was to protect Li Yi.

Thus, the situation was truly dire.

"Wu Yong, your power is extraordinary, yet you must know the Xuan Immortal Continent's cultivation foundations run deep. You stand alone—unable to hold up the sky. If you dare commit genocide today, the great sects of our continent will unite and invade, igniting a Realm War. Can you bear the consequences?"

One Nascent Soul cultivator, though startled, quickly steadied himself and shouted a warning: don't act recklessly.

Yet before he finished speaking, Wu the Daoist glanced upward—and a five-colored qi slashed down from the heavens like divine retribution, striking the Nascent Soul cultivator instantly.

"Ahh!"

His scream echoed. He had no chance to resist. His body shattered, his Nascent Soul ruptured, blood sprayed—dead on the spot, with no room for defiance.

Seeing this,

the other cultivators trembled, their faces filled with horror.

Wu Yong's power was truly terrifying—killing a Nascent Soul cultivator was as easy as slaughtering a chicken.

"You talk too much. I'll send you on your way first."

Wu the Daoist's killing intent did not wane: "Today, not a single Xuan Immortal Continent cultivator escapes. Realm War is decided by Immortals—you mere pawns have no right to debate. You live like ants, unaware of your insignificance. You deserve this doom."

"If your Xuan Immortal Continent's Immortals truly wish to ignite a Realm War, we'll meet them head-on. We can shatter your continent and seek survival beyond its borders—but you? You won't survive."

"All of you—die."

Wu the Daoist struck without hesitation. His Primordial Spirit flower bloomed with radiance, commanding the Five Celestial Qi to swirl through heaven and earth, spreading across the sky, descending to slay mortals.

Five-colored splendor wove together, falling relentlessly.

One Nascent Soul cultivator was engulfed by the five-colored light. He screamed in agony, his body shattered, his Nascent Soul extinguished. Even his protective magic treasure dimmed, cracked, and failed to hold for a moment under the light's touch.

Remember—he was a Three Flower cultivator, his power rivaling that of a Mahayana cultivator.

Though Wu the Daoist had not yet restored his peak strength, slaying these Nascent Soul cultivators was effortless.

"Run."

The Nascent Soul cultivator Yuan Ye's face turned ashen. He realized: this Wu Yong was utterly unrestrained, cared nothing for the Xuan Immortal Continent, and didn't care about consequences. He was here to exterminate everyone—no cultivator spared. Utterly cruel.

Earthlings were born demons.

Yuan Ye pushed his cultivation light to its limit, fleeing at top speed beyond the Golden Academy.

Once outside this five-colored sky, he might escape.

But soon, Yuan Ye realized: this five-colored sky stretched beyond sight—its coverage unknown. Fleeing in an instant was impossible.

"Trying to run? Won't you stay and duel me?"

Yet before he could react, a crimson light cut him off. An amber-gold treasure seal hovered above his head, unleashing boundless light. Countless talismans descended, sealing every escape route instantly.

"Li Yi." Yuan Ye roared in fury.

"Don't shout so loud. I've been watching you. To escape, you must pass through me first."

Li Yi stood atop auspicious clouds, silver eyes fixed on his enemy. Wu the Daoist was unleashing a bloodbath—he couldn't stand idle.

"Killing you before leaving won't be too late."

Yuan Ye roared, his magic power igniting like wildfire. His Nascent Soul burned—he activated a forbidden technique, unleashing power far beyond his normal limits. Instantly, thirty-six treasure swords erupted from his storage artifact.

Each sword was top-grade spirit weapon.

They formed a formation, encircling Li Yi. In an instant, sword light flooded the air, murderous intent overwhelming.

"Heavenly Gang Sword Array—kill!" Yuan Ye spared no effort, aiming to crush Li Yi with his utmost strength and flee. The longer he delayed, the worse it became.

The sword array erupted—countless blades intertwined, seeking to reduce Li Yi to dust.

Yet Yuan Ye didn't pause. He pushed his cultivation light to its peak, using the sword array's cover and his burst power to flee swiftly. If fortune favored him, he believed he could escape—after all, that Wu Yong wouldn't bother chasing a minor Nascent Soul cultivator.

But he was wrong.

Five-colored light rained from the sky, crisscrossing like a dense net. No matter how fast his cultivation light, he could not escape this five-colored web.

"Damn it."

Yuan Ye, panicked and furious, instantly crushed a jade slip.

The next moment,

a strike stronger than a Soul Transformation cultivator materialized—his sect elder had sealed part of their magic power into the slip, a last-resort weapon capable of killing Soul Transformation. Now he used it without hesitation, desperate for time—he didn't want to die here.

Yet this killing blow failed to tear open the five-colored net. The sight filled Yuan Ye with despair.

Meanwhile,

"Puff!"

He spat blood, his spirit wounded. He turned back involuntarily.

There, beneath the boundless light of the amber-gold seal, his Heavenly Gang Sword Array shattered like paper. Each hard-won top-grade spirit sword snapped and exploded into fragments, scattering everywhere.

Li Yi, shrouded in amber-gold qi, remained utterly unharmed.

His Heavenly Gang Sword Array had been useless—only delaying Li Yi's steps for a moment. On the Xuan Immortal Continent, Yuan Ye had used this array to slay countless Nascent Soul cultivators.

Now, his once-proud technique looked laughable.

"Li Yi, you demon! The Xuan Immortal Continent's cultivators will never forgive you! Wait and see!"

Yuan Ye screamed in despair. All his tricks exhausted, he could not escape. The five-colored net descended—he was certain death.

Since death was inevitable, better to end it himself.

After his scream, his body disintegrated, his Nascent Soul dissolved, turning into scattered spiritual energy that merged with the heavens and earth.

"Your suicide is none of my concern."

Li Yi frowned, holding the amber-gold seal, then casually collected the Nascent Soul cultivator's storage artifact.

Even a mosquito's flesh is meat. His Five Element Bracelet had plenty of space.

"Find the next one."

He didn't stop. He stepped onto crimson clouds, chasing another Nascent Soul cultivator. Since the bloodbath had begun, there was no need for hesitation.

Wu the Daoist also aided Li Yi's bloodbath. He unleashed his Five-Colored Heaven-Rolling Dharma—every cultivator became a fish in a barrel. Even if they scattered, it made no difference. Five-colored light fell relentlessly. Nascent Soul cultivators died in droves. Even those who pulled out treasure weapons could only cling to life briefly—the outcome never changed.

"Elder, spare me! I offer my Nascent Soul imprint—I'll serve you as master, body and soul!" In this desperate state, some invoked the Xuan Immortal Continent's tradition: kneel and pledge allegiance.

When you can't win, it's not shameful.

Later, when opportunity arose, you could overthrow your master—wasn't that the way of a warlord?

Yet the next moment, the pleading Nascent Soul cultivator was engulfed in five-colored light—and screamed as he died instantly.

Wu the Daoist stood unmoved, continuing to control the Five-Colored Heaven-Rolling Dharma. He didn't rush to exterminate them all—he needed them to exhaust their last tricks, to see if any could threaten a Three Flower master. He also wanted to observe their techniques.

After all, behind Wu the Daoist lurked two masters: Xuan Yuezi and Cang Cang Erzi, watching in secret.

Alas, the final tricks these Nascent Soul cultivators unleashed were too weak to break his Five-Colored Heaven-Rolling Dharma. In the end, they could only die in defeat.

"Elder, spare my life! I'll serve you for life, without regret!" A female Nascent Soul cultivator, pale with terror, dropped to her knees, begging Wu the Daoist.

"Tai Yi, do you want a maid? Old Daoist can catch a few female cultivators for you. They're decent-looking—let them make your bed, fetch tea and water." Wu the Daoist whispered into Li Yi's ear.

"No. Xuan Immortal World people are naturally deceitful, cruel, and venomous. Why keep these vipers? Kill them all. Leave none alive." Li Yi replied without hesitation.

"Fine. Then old Daoist won't be gentle." Wu the Daoist's eyes flashed—his killing intent deepened.

The Five-Colored Heaven-Rolling Dharma grew even deadlier. The pleading female cultivator dissolved instantly in five-colored light—no trace remained. Those attempting to flee were blocked by the same net—no matter how they ran, they couldn't break through, forced to turn back.

In mere moments, fewer than one in ten Nascent Soul cultivators remained.

"Master Tai Tai Xianweng, save me!" someone cried out.

But Tai Tai Xianweng remained silent, frozen in fear—not daring to move.

He had no doubt: any action on his part would mean a gruesome death.

"Dean Sun, what do we do now? Wu Yong has unleashed a bloodbath—almost all their Nascent Soul cultivators are dead. But their airships still hold many Foundation Establishment and Golden Core cultivators. Should our Golden Academy continue watching, or strike now and exterminate them all?" Wu Zuohua, the Security Officer, grew restless.

Seeing these arrogant cultivators slaughtered, he felt an indescribable satisfaction—he longed to join in and kill a few himself.

"They've slaughtered this much already—do you still think they'll spare us later? Attack. Kill every Xuan Immortal Continent cultivator. From now on, the Golden Academy and the Xuan Immortal Continent are mortal enemies. If we can't win now, it doesn't matter. When we grow stronger, we'll deal with them later." Sun Sun Boxiu shouted.

"Smart Brain—fire."

As Vice Dean, Sun Sun Boxiu made his decision instantly. At his command, every weapon, long primed, fired simultaneously.

Beams of energy erupted, all striking the airships.

Though the Xuan Immortal Continent's airships had protective arrays that absorbed much of the assault, some still shattered under the impact, exploding in fire and smoke as they plummeted from the sky.

The sudden attack forced the cultivators inside to flee out into the open.

Their faces twisted in terror—they didn't understand how things had turned this way. They wanted to flee, but had nowhere to run.

The sky was sealed in five-colored light. All directions were blocked. Even Nascent Soul cultivators couldn't escape—what could Foundation Establishment and Golden Core cultivators do?

"Kill!"

Immediately, Golden Academy masters surged forth. They possessed Spirit Power realm strength—not weak. They could fight Foundation Establishment and Golden Core cultivators one-on-one. If one-on-one was too hard, two-on-one. If the enemy had spirit weapons, they'd harass and tie them down—never fight to the death.

In short, today, they must exterminate them all. Not one must escape.

"Mere pests dare to flaunt themselves? Do you think the Xuan Immortal Continent has no one?" From within the airships, furious voices thundered through heaven and earth. Hidden Immortals now revealed themselves—Soul Transformation masters from Sword Controlling Sect, Purple Qi Palace, Alchemy Cauldron Sect, and others.

They had originally hidden themselves here, drawn by rumors of abundant opportunities.

Because they feared their identities would be exposed and bring trouble, they usually stayed hidden deep within the flying vessel, and many cultivators didn't even know they existed.

Now that things have come to this, they can no longer hide—they must show themselves, no matter what.

"The rats have come out," Wu Lao said, glancing over. "You hid well—refusing to show yourselves even after dozens of Nascent Soul cultivators died. Only now, as the flames reach your own door, do you act. Too bad—it's too late. Today, even the Soul Transformation will die."

With a casual wave of his hand, the Five-Colored Heavenly Net instantly spread over them.

"Damn it! Set up a teleportation array—bring a Mahayana expert, or we all die!" shouted a Soul Transformation cultivator.

"Damn it, Tai Tai Xianweng, look what you've done."

"Set up the array."

Previously, through observation, they had roughly gauged Wu Yong's strength; confronting him with a Soul Transformation cultivation base was like an egg hitting a stone—only a Mahayana cultivator could resolve this threat.

Then, as array plates glowing with rune-light flew out, a teleportation array leading to the Xuan Immortal Continent was built in an instant.

"Protect the teleportation array."

Six Soul Transformation experts gathered together, sparing no effort—they all activated their protective magic treasures, pouring in magic power to guard the array's sides, trying to hold back the Five-Colored Heavenly Net.

If the teleportation array was destroyed, their last hope would be snuffed out, and there would be no chance left for survival.

They only hoped the Mahayana Qiangzhe would arrive soon—they couldn't hold out much longer.