Chapter 393

Xi Yang and Xi Feng were born of the same mother; the death of his younger brother filled him with uncontrollable rage.

"I swear, once I destroy the Shangqing Sect, I will kill your eighteen clans."

Xi Yang's voice echoed across the entire sky, violent yin cold power spreading densely above as a white canopy, crystalline white snow drifting down in the wind, sticking and melting, this patch of heaven and earth instantly shrouded in sinister yin wind and freezing snow.

"Words can be spoken recklessly, but oaths cannot be sworn recklessly.

You all can see that Heaven itself stands with the Shangqing Sect; otherwise, Xi Feng would not have been struck dead by heavenly thunder.

Evil-doers truly meet no good end.

One can imagine how great a sin Xi Feng has committed in the Universe Cultivation World, how vast his karmic obstacles have grown.

Hehehehehehe"

"Xi Yang is angry.

All cultivators within have been turned into human swine, leaving you unable to seek life or death." Xi Yang's face flashed with cold light, his eyes full of killing intent, he replied with utter viciousness.

"Let me see, just how much life-source do you still have left to consume against my true self?

Situ Fang's body surged with intense yin cold energy in the Zi Yang fire sea, like ants on a hot pan, exhausted in body and mind, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

His black hair flew wildly, causing his sleeves to rustle loudly, he grinned and laughed harshly.

"What's the rush?

The cultivators of the Righteous Dao Alliance have not yet exhausted their strength.

Fierce killing moves collided, black and white extreme storms entwined, the whole heaven and earth shook violently, winds rose and clouds surged on high, electric threads filled the air, countless rocks flew, hundred-zhang giant trees uprooted and shattered into dust.

With the invisible anti-spy garment, secretly picking up fallen cultivators' storage rings on the ground to make a fortune—how fragrant, the three alliance leaders instantly positioned the Mist Hidden Alliance cultivators to the most advantageous side for everyone, truly wise.

When it rains, it pours—indeed, even within the Purple Mansion, assassins of the Slaughter Ghost Sect have been planted, truly shocking to hear.

The Tiger King turned and saw the Peng King speaking; facing Xi Yang, he tossed the Heavenly Essence Note into the stone basin inscribed with 'Ghost Cry Can Win' beside the golden banner, then turned back to gaze at Xi Yang, arms spread wide, his tone full of playful mockery.

Any righteous cultivator who sees this must die."

Xi Yang's appearance clearly showed his mind clouded by rage; all he thought of was revenge, he must find a way to stop this, otherwise over ten thousand alliance cultivators will suffer heavy losses.

Condensing boundless purple qi into fire, he swept it toward Situ Fang; wherever the Zi Yang flames passed, the air seemed ignited, emitting crackling sounds, scorched marks appearing in the sky.

After thinking, I still decided to press the Ghost Cry to win.

Boom boom boom...

The cultivators of the Mist Hidden Alliance know that the eight great sects of the Righteous Dao united have over ten thousand cultivators, the lowest among them at mid Earth Origin Realm, while the strength of loose cultivators in the Universe Cultivation World pales compared to the mighty orthodox sects.

"Yes yes yes yes yes yes.

Just keep this posture, raise your breath a little higher.

Upon hearing this, Xi Yang's eyes flashed with madness, his face reddening to purple as he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his whole body beginning to tremble slowly.

Boom.

Zhang Boduan's face showed a strange smile as he watched Situ Fang fiercely attack the Zi Yang true fire, hoping to carve a path for himself, yet delaying his strike against Situ Fang.

Now, having allied with Lu Yan Valley to attack the Shangqing Sect from the Purple Mansion, if you do not retreat now, once the Purple Mansion powerhouses detect your anomaly...

Woo woo woo.

Seeing this, Gui Xiao's head bore the black Ten Thousand Soul Banner fluttering loudly, boundless killing intent transformed into netherworld ghost chains, locking space and weaving a net before Silver Broken City, vast ghost power resisting the ice blades descending from the heavens.

With the invisible anti-spy garment, no one can discover their true identities.

Upon hearing this, Xi Yang's face grew extremely grim, his body suddenly erupting with unmatched cold energy, condensing into countless ice shards that swept toward Gui Xiao.

The wool comes from the sheep; sometimes one must find a way to make the dog pay.

The cultivators of the Mist Hidden Alliance, seeing the benefit, quietly followed Zhao Zhenhua, Wu Zhenghao, and Song Ze behind them, slowly enveloping their forms with spiritual power as they slipped underground, approaching the battlefield.

Upon hearing this, the Tiger King showed no weakness, the corners of his mouth curling with strands of icy cold smiles, his expression holding the teasing meaning of a cat playing with a mouse, causing the strong ones discovered among the alliance cultivators to shiver all over.

Xi Yang, now so enraged his whole body trembles, if he could rush his fire to attack his heart and follow in Xi Feng's footsteps, breaking through to the Heavenly Spirit Realm with his own cultivation, even if struck down by the taboo laws of the Primordial Spirit Realm, it would be a great gain.

The Xi ancestral graves must have been blown up, otherwise your younger brother Xi Feng could never enjoy the heaven-defying blessing of being struck by heavenly thunder.

He relied on the essence of the Contemplation Method passed down by the Demon Master, comprehended the truth of the Tai Qing True Scripture, using the human body as a cauldron to refine his essence and qi into medicine, condensing spirit and soul as fire to temper his limbs and bones, cultivating the Tai Qing Ziwei True Yuan, forming the Ziwei Golden Core, capable of driving boundless Tai Qing purple qi, unfathomable to gods and ghosts.

Ten deaths, no life.

If they seize the opportunity to strike, the life and death of the Mist Hidden Alliance brothers hang in the balance.

Hurry home and check—just in case the entire Xi clan is affected and wiped out.

Whether the powerhouses on the battlefield or the cultivators observing from outside, all heard it and felt their bones go numb.

I never thought the mighty Purple Mansion of the Universe Cultivation World would actually have experts aiding Lu Yan Valley.

They watched the figures of Wu Zhenghao, Song Ze, and Zhao Zhenhua, feeling admiration and reverence; had it not been for the alliance leader's reminder, they would have almost rushed into the battlefield with heated heads.

The Tiger King feigned a sorrowful laugh, portraying a rough, sturdy man, the playful girl's voice he mimicked suddenly shocking the entire crowd.

"Shameless despicable villain.

Xi Yang's voice rang out in the air, his eyes icy as he looked down upon the entire battlefield.

As long as the loose cultivators in the alliance obtain the resources from the storage rings of fallen cultivators, they will surely obey henceforth, and if controlled, will become even more obedient.

The weaker companions are more likely to suffer casualties.

"Stop wasting words, hurry up and place your bet.

Come on, Xi Yang, you must die soon.

He is a disciple of the Earth Quanzhen Sect, who inherited the Tai Qing Moral Heavenly Venerable's Tai Qing True Scripture, later receiving guidance from the Demon Master in the long river of history to enter the modern Shangqing Observatory, gaining faith-based power to be reborn in the world.

I will surely dig up every inch of the Xi ancestral graves."

He used his movement technique to seize the moment and distance himself from Gui Xiao, angrily gazing at the Slaughter Ghost Sect experts battling alongside the alliance cultivators.

"Since you have discovered my secret, you must not be allowed to live."

"Really sorry, Your Majesty actually very much wants you to win.

At this very moment, a cold voice sounded beside the Tiger King.

"You bastard, you're definitely not going to die well." Xiyang's face was twisted with fury, his voice hysterical as he roared.

"Shout, shout as much as you want.

Not far away stood a figure in a purple Daoist robe, purple qi swirling behind him, radiating boundless divine light, standing in the void with hands clasped behind his back, exuding an air of looking down upon the world, like a living deity reborn.

Whether it's the losses of the righteous alliance cultivators or the Sha Gui Sect, in any case, whatever they pick up is a gain.

The casualties of the Sha Gui Sect's Huanyu headquarters cultivators are still less than one-tenth; if the Qingxu Sect wins, these Sha Gui Sect Huanyu headquarters cultivators would certainly not be a good thing for the Qingxu Sect, so we must find a way to exhaust them completely, clearing the path for earth cultivators to dominate the primordial灵域.

Unfortunately, Xifeng was struck by lightning, and it's likely the Xi family ancestral tomb exploded—his luck is surely bad.

Bang bang bang.

Zhao Jianhua's cold gaze swept across the entire battlefield, finally settling on countless cultivators of the Sha Gui Sect Huanyu headquarters.

I'll definitely burn a few plump, juicy women to satisfy you.

Because now, the strong cultivators of all factions on the battlefield are restrained; even if a Purple Mansion strong cultivator notices the suspicion, he can't arrive in time to save Situ Fang, and instead, the scene of the purple fire sea burning Situ Fang will be witnessed firsthand by tens of thousands of cultivators from Lu Yan Valley.

After stabilizing his stance, Situ Fang glared angrily ahead.

Situ Fang fought desperately to resist, his fury attacking his heart as he cursed.

"Xiyang, you dog-thing, why don't you put in some effort?

The Tiger King heard this, a glint of wisdom flashing in his eyes as he stroked the sideburns at the back of his head with his hand.

You could cry yourself blind."

Xiyang, thank you!

Your brother Xifeng died truly wretched—his soul scattered and spirit dispersed, yet he could still send money to this king.

I advise you, Xiyang, hurry back to your family and take a look.

Smoke dissipating and clouds scattering—that's what it means to not die well."

Two extremes of power, one black and one white, centered on the two of them, raged wildly outward; the ghost's wail and Xiyang's expression became distorted, neither able to gain the upper hand for a long time, as they engaged in a contest of cultivation levels.

The Tiger King stared at Xiyang, speaking with a tone of yin-yang ambiguity, and made an expression of extreme regret.

Gui Xiao saw Xiyang's hair standing on end from rage, and a hint of mockery appeared in his eyes.

Zhao Jianhua's eyes flashed with wisdom as he spoke.

The cultivators of the Mist Hidden Alliance had already discovered many injured righteous alliance cultivators on the battlefield; now is the perfect opportunity to sneak attack the enemy.

The Tiger King's figure flickered into existence behind Gui Xiao, and he quietly said to Xiyang.

Alliance cultivators are elite young disciples from various sects; if they all perish here, the sects' strength will surely suffer a break, and no one will be able to answer to their sect.

Zhang Boduán wants to substitute beams and pillars, shifting all the deaths of Lu Yan Valley's strong cultivators onto the Purple Mansion.

More than a dozen elder-level figures from Lu Yan Valley vanished instantly; even without his notice, he was severely wounded by a sneak attack from the strong cultivator before him, feeling utterly stifled in his heart.

Did you see the divine souls on the ground? Their souls have already been sucked away by the Myriad Souls Banner, but the storage rings remain in place.

Among the ten major orthodox sects of this Universe Cultivation World, there is a Purple Mansion cultivator who practices the Great Sun Purple Qi; Situ Fang should have confused the Great Pure Purple Qi with the Great Sun Purple Qi, which conveniently allows him to continue hiding his identity, and perhaps even shift the blame for killing Lu Yan Valley's strong cultivators onto the Purple Mansion, a major power in the Universe orthodox forces.

Gui Xiao let him have it—if you accidentally kill him, this king will be overjoyed."

"Great Sun Purple Qi, are you a strong cultivator of the Purple Mansion?"

The scorching purple flames clung to Situ Fang's yin cold aura, forcing him to break out in cold sweat all over; that purple flame is the ultimate yang and rigidity, the extreme counter to yin cold; Situ Fang cannot escape, no way up to heaven, no door down to earth—any trace of purple flame entering his body will clash with his internal cold, causing his divine soul body to explode.

Look at the heavenly essence that just defeated Gui Li—what a huge pile you've won.

Situ Fang was so angry he wanted to spit blood, struggling to suppress the shock in his heart, keeping himself calm—at a moment of life and death, there's simply no time for impulsiveness.

Situ Fang looked at Zhang Boduán in his purple robe, speaking with utter dread.

This king truly can't bear to part with you—I feel so heartbroken!

However, Zhang Boduán, as his words just fell, gave Situ Fang absolutely no chance to escape.

"What the Tiger King said is very right—Xifeng being struck by lightning must mean there's a problem with the Xi family ancestral tomb.

He had long been plotting with Qin Shi Huang, secretly entering Yin Duan City to support the Qingxu Sect; just now he seized the opportunity to sneak attack Lu Yan Valley, directly killing a batch of elders, and Situ Fang also became severely injured—certainly not a match for him.

However, just as he was dazed for a moment, the dozen or so elders beside Situ Fang suddenly exploded one after another, the booming roar forcing him to turn his head; Situ Fang only felt his vision blur, and in panic, he clashed palms with the figure appearing before him—violent air waves surged, instantly flinging him away.

Zhang Boduán let out a strange, grating laugh and said.

Boom.

If you die after earning money for this king.

If they didn't have the three alliance leaders plotting strategies, the Mist Hidden Alliance cultivators would swarm the battlefield and clash with the righteous alliance cultivators—truly like meat buns beating dogs, gone forever.

At this very moment, a loud voice echoed from within Yin Duan City, causing Xiyang, who was entangled with Gui Xiao, to hear it and his aura to suddenly become chaotic.

One must not fail to marvel at how strong the reinforcements sent by the Sha Gui Sect Huanyu headquarters are—each cultivator's cultivation level is at least mid Earth Element Realm, their strength incredibly formidable, and with the aid of the reduced version of the Myriad Souls Banner, each is a match for several.

Upon hearing this, the senior representatives selected from the Mist Hidden Alliance were all suddenly enlightened, extremely excited to understand the deep meaning in the three alliance leaders' words.

Their divine soul bodies are affected by the laws of the primordial灵域, their cultivation levels infinitely close to the Heavenly Spirit Realm, so the strength difference is essentially negligible.

Lu Yan Valley's Situ Fang looked at Xiyang, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

Zhenren Zhang Boduán of Zi Yang laughed loudly to the heavens, fully displaying his arrogant and invincible demeanor.

Zhao Jianhua, Song Ze, and Wu Zhenghao from the Mist Hidden Alliance near the battlefield heard this, yet the corners of their mouths curled into a cold smile. "Three alliance leaders, should we launch a sneak attack?" a Huanyu cultivator wearing an invisibility anti-surveillance suit stood beside them and asked.

Upon hearing the Tiger King's words, Xiyang became even more furious, roaring to the heavens as he drew upon the icy cold from all around, transforming it into hundred-zhang ice blades, shooting like a white horse passing through a gap toward the tear-wiping Tiger King.

Gui Xiao saw the furious, hair-standing-on-end Xiyang about to charge into Yin Duan City, and suddenly collided with him; as their robes fluttered, they exchanged divine ability techniques, and sonic booms filled the air.

Such a favorable situation is a heaven-sent fortune—if not taken advantage of, isn't it too unjust for heaven's principles?

The master of Lu Yan Valley's primordial灵域 died, burned to ashes by the purple fire sea transformed from the Purple Mansion's Great Sun Purple Qi.

The righteous alliance's siege of the Qingxu Sect lasted one day, the sun slanting westward.

Xiyang and Gui Xiao's divine soul bodies were pushed apart by the shockwave of the spreading powerful aura, then trembled tightly together, each holding the resolve to die, determined to kill the other—any casual killing move was executed with full force.

Now go secretly pick up the storage rings of fallen cultivators—guaranteed profit.

Wait until the fall, then I will surely lead the cultivators of the Eight Great Sects Alliance to trample the Qingxu Sect.

If Xiyi dies, there's no way to win the Heavenly Essence.

Amidst the rumbling sounds, their palms were tightly stuck together, their bodies locked in midair as they continued to spin upward, a powerful air wave spreading across heaven and earth, diffusing in all directions.

"From now on, the eight major orthodox sects of Huanyu and the Slaughter Ghost Sect will be locked in an endless feud.

Rest assured, if you're not careful, you'll be struck down by the forbidden laws of the Primordial Spirit Realm.

The loose cultivators of the Mist Hidden Alliance have gathered together for profit, and now this battlefield presents a great opportunity for the three earth cultivators among them to establish their prestige within the Mist Hidden Alliance.

"So you call this the Great Sun Purple Qi!"

The Ziyang True Fire possesses the power to burn heaven and boil earth; upon landing, it instantly transforms into a sea of fire spanning a thousand zhang around Situ Fang as its center, sealing off the entire spatial fire zone.

Zhang Berdu heard the words, smiled with narrowed eyes, and stared at Situ Fang, his face full of mockery.

If you die, you'll cause this seat to lose a great deal of Heavenly Essence.

The cultivators of the alliance are all listening to your voice.

All cultivators will bear witness to your death."

Zhang Berdu gazed at Situ Fang, whose eyes were nearly bursting within the Ziyang True Fire, his voice tinged with mockery as he spoke.