Chapter 444: A deadly situation! A deadly situation!

This is almost a deadly situation!

Nineteen Yuan Dan Initial Realm cultivators and one Yuan Dan Middle Realm cultivator suddenly attacked, sealing off heaven and earth, all directions; as soon as they moved, it was a killing move!

Various natal magic treasures, magic treasures, and techniques came howling.

Not to mention Yuan Dan Initial Realm cultivators, even Yuan Dan Middle Realm cultivators find it hard to escape!

"Boom—"

In just an instant, Heng Xian was blown to pieces by the "Boom—", with no chance to fight back.

However, their easy success instead left the twenty Yuan Dan experts stunned—wasn't it said this person could counter-kill three Yuan Dan Middle Realm cultivators?

Then, at that moment, in the pitch-black darkness to the left, a peerless sword aura suddenly erupted.

Sword Saint Storm!

A huge illusory sword shadow, its hilt probing into the overcast sky while its blade plunged straight into the ground, covering the heavens and earth, immeasurably tall, then it "Boomed and scattered", transforming into four thousand flying swords.

Each sword bore the cultivation and sharpness of a Yuan Dan Initial Realm practitioner!

Each sword thirsted for killing to the peak!

Each sword contained a terrifying trajectory!

"Swish swish swish—"

Where it passed, plants and trees were shattered, buildings collapsed, and it rushed straight at over twenty Yuan Dan cultivators!

The twenty Yuan Dan Realm experts' pupils contracted.

One of them roared: "He's still alive—who did he just kill?"

"It's said he knows the legendary clone technique—who knows if that's his clone!" another replied hurriedly.

"Kill!"

Over twenty people rushed forward to meet the swords.

"Clang clang—"

Upon contact with the "Sword Saint Storm", over twenty Yuan Dan cultivators were suddenly startled.

Does each sword possess the peak power of a Yuan Dan Initial Realm?

How is this done?

"You think I have no temper? Die!"

In the high sky, Heng Xian shouted angrily, his entire body's mana condensed, his own sword aura field instantly permeated the Princess Manor, with a tendency to spread in all directions; he formed seals with both hands and pressed down forcefully.

"Swish—"

"Clang clang—"

The four thousand sword blades became even sharper and frenzied.

Facing the chaotic, indiscriminate sword blades coming from all directions, the over twenty Yuan Dan cultivators below felt each strike as if hit by lightning!

They had thought a person could be terrifying, but this Heng Xian before them could reach this level without relying on magic treasures, which truly exceeded their expectations.

"Clang clang—"

The sword blade attacks grew ever denser.

A group of Yuan Dan Initial Realm cultivators first grew utterly exhausted, then their internal organs were shaken injured, and finally each spat blood.

Only that Yuan Dan Middle Realm cultivator still managed with ease; at this moment his gaze shifted, and he suddenly darted like a fish along the ground toward Heng Xian's back, still in midair he unleashed his natal magic treasure, striking at Heng Xian's head.

However, Heng Xian seemed to sense it, raising his right hand; a "brick" came flying down, growing larger in the wind, as big as a house.

"Bang!"

One blow sent the Yuan Dan Middle Realm cultivator's natal magic treasure flying.

That Yuan Dan Middle Realm cultivator's heart jolted, his spirit damaged, and he tried to retreat face up.

Then, a vicious, chilling strange sword, wrapped in a heaven-covering "Killing Sword Intent", arrived instantly.

"The Killing Sword Intent is perfected! You… spare me!" the Yuan Dan cultivator raised a hand to block while pleading for mercy.

It's too late!

"Pfft—"

The "Chi Mei Sword" pierced his palm, with great force driving the hand through his heart, finally "Swish—" pinning him dead to the ground!

The frenzied murderous aura, killing intent, and Heng Xian's Yuan Dan power eroded his Golden Core and vitality.

Soon his vitality was gone.

Not far away, the nineteen Yuan Dan Initial Realm cultivators, under the assault of the "Sword Saint Storm", had their natal magic treasures damaged, already struggling to move, constantly spitting blood; upon seeing this, they lost all will to fight and turned to flee.

Heng Xian suddenly swept up with the four thousand flying swords and dove downward.

The sword aura grew denser!

The killing intent grew stronger!

"Pfft pfft pfft—"

The nineteen Yuan Dan Initial Realm cultivators' protective spiritual aura shattered, pierced through by the dense flying swords, instantly turning them into sieves.

One after another died miserably!

All the corpses were stabbed to pieces!

Finally, the last female cultivator had her head cut off, her headless corpse pinned to the wall.

Nearby, there were no survivors left!

Heng Xian finally stopped, the anger on his face gradually fading; the four thousand swords of the "Sword Saint Storm" vanished, having already spread to the five neighboring households, and the terrifying sword aura field that had disturbed the Princess Manor and those five households slowly contracted.

The courtyards and pavilions within several hundred meters had turned to flying ash.

"Marquis, Marquis!"

Mulan finally arrived with the Black Cavalry, but seeing the ground littered with the corpses of Yuan Dan experts who, though dead, still retained a fearsome aura, and the ruins in all directions, she couldn't help but turn pale.

Mulan stepped forward reluctantly: "Marquis, Lord Marquis, are you alright?"

Heng Xian did not speak, he reached out to summon the Chi Mei Sword fixed on the corpse of the mid Golden Core cultivator, his figure flashed and he appeared above the Eastern Manor.

At this moment, a figure just happened to panic and run into the courtyard of the Eastern Manor!

That was exactly the twenty-first person!

He was also the weakest at the ninth level of the Qi Sea Realm!

Heng Xian struck down with a sword.

"Boom!"

It left a conspicuous sword mark right in front of that person.

That person cried out in alarm and turned to retreat.

"Boom!"

Another sword mark appeared behind him.

He dodged left again, and a sword mark likewise appeared on the left.

Just dodging and weaving like that, each time he dodged, a sword mark appeared ahead.

Knowing he could not escape, he involuntarily stopped, breathing heavily as he lifted his head to look at the sky.

Under the night, this person wore all-black attire, but from the heaving chest it was clear: it was a woman!

Heng Xian landed on the ground, sheathing the Chi Mei Sword as he stepped closer.

That person's breathing grew heavy, a flicker of panic and fear showing in his eyes, suddenly he took out a dagger and pressed it to his own throat: "Don't come over!"

Heng Xian coldly said: "You, an assassin, think you can threaten me with your own life?"

That person slumped and gave up.

"Is this your killing move? Weren't you said to have three thousand experts?" Heng Xian said again, obviously recognizing this person.

That person tore open the mask, and indeed it was the Crown Princess Consort, Yang Lan'er!

At this moment, her lightly powdered face remained handsome, but filled with despair and hatred, she gritted her teeth and stared at Heng Xian.

"You're right to hate me!" Heng Xian flicked his finger, heavily striking her away, with a boom he broke through a room door, she fell into the room.

Heng Xian walked into the room.

Yang Lan'er had blood at the corner of her mouth, trembling as she stood up: "I naturally hate you! If you lack ability, don't provoke women... I... will hate you for a lifetime!"

"If not for you, why would I serve that temperamental odd prince? Why would I bear children with him? Why would I imprison myself for life in this emotionless capital?"

Heng Xian looked at her: "What does your chosen path have to do with me?"

Yang Lan'er angrily roared: "Do you really think provoking a woman makes everything fine? Who do you think you are?"

Heng Xian was somewhat unable to follow her logic; the Chi Mei Sword reached Yang Lan'er's throat, cutting her skin, blood dripped down.

Yang Lan'er stubbornly raised her head, laughing lightly, tears streaming down her face: "Go ahead and kill me! If you don't kill me, there's no chance!"

"No chance?" Heng Xian asked.

Yang Lan'er closed her eyes: "Senior Brother Wu serves as an attendant in the court, having taken refuge under Xu Lulu's tutelage; tonight he happened to record the Wu family genealogy for the Empress Dowager, the emperor and empress dowager have fallen out! The heavens over the capital are about to collapse; you and I, both of the imperial lineage, cannot survive; if I don't kill you, it will be my lifelong regret!"

Just as her words fell, a dense chorus of shouts came from outside: "The Champion Marquis is secretly plotting rebellion, seize him! Those who resist shall be killed without mercy!"

Heng Xian lowered his sword; these past few days he had a faint premonition that something would happen, and now the variable has arrived?

Behind him, Yang Lan'er suddenly embraced him from behind: "The capital is in chaos, take me with you; let's go to a deserted place, I will spend my life making it up to you, you can ask me to do anything, I am willing to do everything for you!"

Heng Xian gave a slight shake, sending her flying; he pointed to the back gate: "If you want to die, go die with your children and your husband—that is your true destination!"

"You..."

Yang Lan'er breathed heavily, her face filled with despair; she seemed truly unwilling to leave her children, and turned and walked away.

(End of chapter)