Chapter 360: Leave None Alive

Just then.

Shen Yi, however, looked down at the figure surging from below.

That dark light seemed to have no effect on him whatsoever.

The golden patterns on his dharma robe flickered slightly, and then he casually raised his hand.

His five fingers opened slightly.

An action that would appear utterly ordinary to others caused Yi Daohong's pupils to contract tightly.

The youth's palm appeared at an extremely clever position.

In the next moment, Yi Daohong seemed to throw himself into a trap as he crashed forward, his head firmly gripped by those five fingers.

"Thousand-Changes Demon-Suppressing Sword!"

Feeling the terrifying force transmitted from above his head, Yi Daohong found himself unable to break free for a moment and could only roar loudly!

In an instant, dense Jin Guang enveloped the youth.

Every beam of light carried a sharpness capable of cutting through all things in the world.

They crisscrossed each other.

Sealing Shen Yi within, and then striking down simultaneously!

Immediately, they all melted away upon that black dharma robe adorned with gently rippling golden patterns.

Shen Yi gazed at the old man in his palm.

The blackness in his eyes grew even deeper; he softly uttered a single word: "Cut."

At the same time, amidst the already turbid and dim sky, continuous thunder suddenly roared!

Green and red hues spread out.

The dharma sword revealed its straight blade from the clouds.

Black evil thunder rolled like a giant dragon.

Then, it suddenly fell, piercing through Yi Daohong's body.

By the time the wind calmed, the clouds settled, and the thunder faded, Shen Yi released his palm, watching the old man fall toward the ground. His dark robe shattered, and his body gradually turned into points of spiritual light, slowly dissipating in the air.

The suddenly dense spiritual energy caused everyone to fall into a daze.

Shen Yi rubbed off the dried, scorched bloodstains from his fingertips, raised his eyes, and glanced at Lady Qinghua: "Leave none alive."

In the next moment, everyone saw that dharma image suddenly dive toward the ground. The Dark Dragon and the Golden Dragon attacked separately, ruthlessly harvesting the lives of the Dark Light Cave cultivators.

One who barely managed to escape was smashed back by a six-zhang-tall Golden Body dharma image.

"Kill! Kill! Leave none!"

The Shenxu Laozu of the Wumiao excitedly pounded his chest, chased after that cultivator, and struck with both fists like a violent storm.

"..."

The Xu family members, no longer excited as before, all stared at the sky in shock.

They had not come out for many years.

Such dharma techniques that could change the color of heaven and earth, they had only seen in books.

For a moment, they felt a disbelief-induced trance.

And the person who had cast this dharma technique had previously appeared as a castaway, standing at the Xu family's gate, polite and gentle.

The old woman stood at the very front of the crowd.

She stared at Shen Yi with a complex expression.

It was hard for her to imagine that the slightly arrogant words of a young man she had once thought of were actually the result of the other party being modest.

With such ability, why would one need to emerge into the world to know who the other was? Given today's scene, if it happened one or two more times, even if the Xu family remained hidden from the world, they would likely still know Shen Yi's name.

The only thing the old woman could not figure out was... why would such a powerful expert come to the Xu family to hide from what trouble?

Was it deliberately giving the Xu family a way out?

Looking at the unworldly expressions of the clan members around her, she waved her hand and dispelled the dharma array above their heads.

As long as Shen Yi remained suspended in the sky, there would surely be a place for the Xu family in this world.

In an instant, two figures flew rushing from the horizon.

A-Qing suddenly crashed into her father's arms and finally could not help but burst into loud weeping: "Qing'er knows she was wrong..."

Xu Hongde, somewhat reluctant to tear his gaze away from the sky, patted A-Qing's head: "You were not wrong; you found a great backer for the Xu family."

Obviously, Shen Yi's act of cutting down Yi Daohong had already left an indelible impression in everyone's hearts.

This naturally included Miao Qinghui.

"..."

She retracted that dark tower and stared at the young man before her.

Overwhelmed, she remained speechless for a long while.

She wanted to be angry yet could not bring herself to do so.

The other party had killed a Soul Transformation Late Stage cultivator without giving Mount Wutong any face at all.

This was originally a grave offense, and it carried a very strong tone of provocation.

But... the problem lay in the fact that the strike was too decisive and the matter was handled too astonishingly.

The proficiency with which this dharma technique was used made her inexplicably think of Senior Brother Nie.

Even the dharma technique itself bore some resemblance to the Divine Thunder True Sword Art, and combined with the same ruthless killing intent, such a coincidence in the world was rare.

The only difference was that the other party's cultivation was far inferior to Nie Jun's.

Had Yi Daohong chosen to attack rather than resist with spells, this evil qi sword technique should not have been able to directly suppress and kill him.

However, Shen Yi's method of making the sword light inexplicably melt away was also one of his abilities.

Truly astonishing.

Could it be that outside Mount Wutong, there are also cultivators possessing the aptitude to break through to the Void Return realm?

This matter is far too shocking.

So much so that Miao Qinghui subconsciously ignored the terrible wails coming from the cultivators of the Profound Light Cave echoing in her ears.

What she did not expect was that the young man spoke first.

"If there is nothing else, go back. I will not see you off."

Shen Yi turned casually; he held no ill will toward Mount Wutong.

They were merely a group of arrogant cultivators who loved to muddle things.

After all, whether it was the Blood Transformation Demon Emperor or when he previously wielded the Ghost Tail Spear, he had received considerable protection from Mount Wutong.

Regardless of this group's character or intentions, in their actions, they were indeed resisting the Thousand Demon Den.

Of course, not being opposed to them did not mean he liked dealing with these cultivators who wore their eyes on their foreheads, bringing trouble upon himself.

"Sigh."

Miao Qinghui shook her head.

Accustomed to respectful words, suddenly hearing such normal conversation actually felt grating.

However, for those with extraordinary talents, anyone would show greater patience.

"This alliance is now nothing but dog shit."

She still couldn't help but curse, yet it carried no tone of accusation, only great helplessness.

It seemed she could already see the scene of the Profound Light Cave and Great Qian slaughtering each other.

"Next time anything happens, Mount Wutong will not intervene again."

Miao Qinghui did not intend to use this matter to threaten anything; she was merely stating it clearly in advance, but seeing the young man's casual gesture, she still couldn't help but widen her eyes.

"As you wish."

Shen Yi walked into the crowd, raised his hand, and then departed toward Great Qian without looking back.

With the Dharma Robe protecting his body, he finally no longer needed the Golden Body Dharma Image to guard him constantly.

He could simply choose a position near the center.

Then, communicating via the communication jade slip, with the current strength of the Prison-Suppressing Dharma Image, whether rushing to the Thousand Demon Den or returning to Great Qian, it would be an instant matter.

Behind that magnificent figure in black robes.

The people of Great Qian, as well as the Xu clan members, silently followed behind.

Shenxu Laozu and Lady Qinghua returned carrying a full eight corpses; their massive forms blocked the sky, and the brilliant Jin Guang illuminated everyone, like an impregnable barrier.

"Junior Brother Shen!"

Master Zhu Jue floated beside Shen Yi, his eyes full of admiration, wanting to praise him from the bottom of his heart, but suddenly he noticed the other's expression remained calm.

He put away his smile: "Is there something else?"

Shen Yi tightened his collar, his eyes as still as an ancient well: "A small private matter."

(End of this chapter)