Chapter 601: Slaughtered (Extra update for Qilixiang Xiaozhi Silver Alliance 1120)

The crowd of cultivators almost simultaneously raised their gazes to look, their pupils dilating, and they choked in unison.

The purple-black and colorful light brought by the Kongxi Demon-Subduing Bowl had not yet completely dissipated. The background of the entire sky presented a pale purple, with colorful light flowing, actually having quite a soul-capturing taste.

And this pale purple sky was scattered with glass-like limb fragments, large or small. These Mages' Dharma bodies were originally huge, like countless statues pushed over, with fragments everywhere.

The crowd's gazes followed these corpse pieces, stretching upward, until they landed on the golden-body corpse mountain piled up by the Dharma bodies. The man in white armor sat cross-legged quietly, the white bow standing to one side.

"He has slaughtered all the Mages..."

A scene only maintained for an instant. Losing the suppression of the Kongxi Demon-Subduing Bowl, these Dharma body fragments instantly evaporated into a sky full of gorgeous colorful light. The flower rain waterfall in the sky became even larger, mixed with glass of various sizes, clattering down.

The crowd still stretched their necks and watched. Although the scene was short, it was extremely terrifyingly imprinted in the pupils of the cultivators all over the ground. They didn't even catch this glass in the first instance, mostly still in a daze.

"Boom!"

A muffled thunder sounded. Losing the suppression power of this 【Kongxi Demon-Subduing Bowl】, Li Qinghong rose first, transforming into a purple thunder light, passing through the sweet dew and pink flowers falling like rain, finding Li Xuanfeng in white armor.

He had already stepped down on the wind. The shocking wounds on the man's body and the empty interior behind the gashes had all been covered up. The ghastly white, domineering Supreme Metal armor once again enveloped him, and he held the white bow in his hand in an understated manner.

Li Xuanfeng's eyes were somewhat inclined to pale gray amidst the floating golden Qi. He waved his hand to stop Li Qinghong's words. She immediately suppressed her anxiety, standing behind the man with a silver spear, the uncle and niece falling toward the south bank amidst the sky full of visions.

The crowd below was staring at the visions in the sky, letting the pink petals pass over their knees. When Li Xuanfeng stepped on the bright pass summoned by the Huai River Map, even someone as noble as Seeing Si Yuanli trembled and dared not look at him.

From west to east, a patch of figures bowed down. The fierce and majestic man was in white armor, with aristocratic families bowing their heads on both sides, Immortal descendants lowering their brows, and scattered cultivators and clansmen prostrating on the ground like grass. Sweet dew and flower petals fell like rain, and the south bank shook in unison:

"Greetings, my lord!"

Li Xuanfeng nodded slightly, his left hand raised lightly, slowly revealing a scroll. This scroll floated long in the air, and the man in white armor shook his hand lightly.

"Clatter!"

The long bright pass beneath his feet dissipated instantly, turning into golden streams of light returning to the painting. Li Xuanfeng didn't say much. The painting turned in the air and landed before Seeing Si Yuanli.

"Clatter..."

Seeing Si Yuanli stared at the sky in a daze, pink flowers spinning and falling on his face, only to be blown away by his protective magic light, scattering to one side.

His pupil technique was the most brilliant. The moment the Kongxi Demon-Subduing Bowl in the sky vanished, he saw the sky full of glass Dharma bodies clearly. Combined with the terrifying visions that made people's hair stand on end, Seeing Si Yuanli only had one thought in his heart: "Eighteen Mages, all executed."

The soft petals had already covered his knees. Seeing Si Yuanli cast his gaze toward the north, where his eyes were filled with an endless pink-gold. Sweet dew, flower petals, and glass covered it like an ocean, stinging his eyes so he couldn't open them.

"With such divine power, in five hundred years, who can compare?"

What surfaced in Seeing Si Yuanli's heart were figures like Duanmu Kui and Shang Yuan. I am afraid only Shang Yuan, who entered the group of Mages alone seventy years ago, killed two Mages and three demons, and pacified the Xu Kingdom, could compare...

His gaze moved back bit by bit from the sky full of visions, casting it toward a patch of cultivators on the shore. Those gazes were either fearful, relieved, or surprised, and the most common color in the eyes of the clan cultivators and scattered cultivators was one: "Awe."

Seeing Si Yuanli lowered his brows and was in a daze, his mind in chaos. Li Xuanfeng turned his head slightly, casting his gaze toward him. Seeing Si Yuanli immediately stood up, listening attentively.

Li Xuanfeng's slightly hoarse voice echoed in the air. His voice was not loud, but it made the crowd bow and listen quietly: "The northern Mages have been slaughtered, the duty of garrison is finished. My lifespan and Immortal Foundation are already exhausted. I only hope to return to the lake to sit and transform."

His words made the crowd raise their heads, their expressions moved. Even the Yuan family, who had had many unpleasantries, looked at Li Xuanfeng with respect. The crowd was silent.

Although the crowd's garrison was a last resort, the crowd didn't say they didn't exert their full strength, at least they exerted their full strength. After all, behind the riverbank were the crowd's clansmen and caves. Who didn't have a family?

Now almost everyone could see that the riverbank was guarded by Li Xuanfeng alone. This fierce man was about to sit and transform, and the fear and dread of the aristocratic families turned into relief, even carrying some gratitude with the awe.

'Fortunately... fortunately...'

On the contrary, some scattered cultivators and clan cultivators looked at each other, revealing regret and gratitude, looking up at him, not knowing what to say.

Seeing Si Yuanli's mind was shaken, and the ominous premonition finally came true. He was terrified:

'He...! He is going to sit and transform! Li Xuanfeng dying for the garrison and being seriously injured are almost completely different situations! I just saw Li Xuanfeng's majesty and was somewhat relieved, but now my heart is cold: "This is completely different! This is completely different! Li Yuanqin is a confidant of the Chi family. Once he dies for the garrison, the Chi family can make a big fuss!"'

"'By then, not to mention whether the Li family can support us... I'm afraid the taste of the whole war will change!'"

No matter how cold his heart was, he could only respond bitterly: "How can this... good... Xuanfeng..."

Li Xuanfeng nodded slowly toward him, his voice slightly lower:

"【Inviting You to Wield the Gold】 is difficult to take out at this time. After I sit and transform, my family will inevitably send it to you."

He looked at Seeing Si Yuanli with a slightly gentle gaze. Although this person was from Qingchi and had done many unspeakable things, he had contributed a lot to the preservation of the millions of people behind the river. After all, he was a sword cultivator, and there was still a bottom line in his heart.

Seeing Si Yuanli met his gaze, and even felt ashamed. Li Xuanfeng was about to die, ultimately to obey his orders. This man had not yet noticed that he secretly admired Li Xuanfeng, only feeling heartache:

"Pity..."

"What a pity..."

This sound spread from east to west, gradually gathering. Even Lin Gu Linggu Lanying had some reverence in her eyes, bowing slightly in the direction he left.

"Respectfully send off senior..."

Seeing Si Yuanli felt cold as if his chest was stuffed with cold snow, but he found more and more gazes cast over. A green-clothed woman walked out from the side, dressed gorgeously and beautifully, with a sword at her waist, bowing to him first.

"Bad!"

Seeing Si Yuanli felt his scalp tingle, but Lin Gu Linggu Lanying's voice rang in his mind like a great bell, making him tremble all over: "Senior Yuanli! The northern cultivators have retreated, do you want to go to rescue Bianyan?"

Seeing Si Yuanli turned his head, finding that the entire south bank was cold, silent as if a pin could be heard dropping. Everyone's gazes pierced over like swords, as if a sky full of arrows, making him feel cold all over. These gazes were mixed with probing colors, pressing against his chest bit by bit. ===== CHAPTER 602 =====

Seeing Si Yuanli turned his head to the side and discovered that the entire South Bank was cold-eyed, silent enough to hear a needle drop. Everyone's gaze pierced over like a sword, as if it were a sky full of arrow rain, stabbing him until his whole body was ice-cold. These gazes were mixed with the color of probing, pressing bit by bit against his chest.