Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

"Stop!"

"Quick, stop!"

"You ignorant wretches!"

Hei Chengxiu and other direct lineage Golden Pill Monks' eyes instantly reddened, and without hesitation, they triggered the Spirit Soul Restrictions of all the subordinate Golden Pill Monks, roaring furiously, "You all deserve to die, to die!"

"Ah!"

Yu Zhong, Wei Qingqing, and other subordinate family Golden Pill Monks who were frenziedly slaughtering, screamed in unison, spitting blood and falling from the sky.

"You stupid pigs!"

"What good does this do you!"

"Now you are all dead! Dead, dead, all of you should die!"

Hei Chengxiu had gone mad.

What could have been a barely manageble situation until reinforcements arrived was ruined in an instant, and the thousand-year foundation of the Hei Clan would be lost on his watch.

He wished he could torture these people's Divine Souls and Golden Pills for myriad years, making them wail in agony day and night, regretting their harmful and self-detrimental actions today!

"This isn't the end, the remaining families of the Northern Plains will surely find your families, your wives, and children one by one..."

His voice suddenly choked, and his eyes bulged out.

To see that Yu Zhong, Wei Qingqing, and other subordinate family Golden Pill Monks, after falling to the ground spitting blood, had not died; they had only greatly weakened but still maintained the level of a Golden Pill.

"Kill!"

Their faces were filled with relief as they slaughtered the Hei Clan Cultivators even more ruthlessly, destroying the Array Bases around them.

"Impossible..."

"Impossible, this is the Spirit Soul Restrictions set by the ancestors, before this it was all intact..."

Hei Chengxiu looked dazed.

But no one around him paid him any attention anymore.

Many people were frantically fleeing in all directions, those capable of Concealment were concealing themselves, with faces, clothing, and hair frantically changing features, hiding among the common folks' dwellings, and among the younger generations of the subordinate families, employing all kinds of tactics too fast for the eye to follow.

Clang!

The final sound of sword ringing was particularly crisp, clearly entering into everyone's heart.

Under the terrifying will of the spirit-breaking and Law-destroying Magic Intention, they had to look up, helplessly watching as a Blue-Gold Flying Sword flew in from beyond the heavens, into the sky canopy of the Black Feather Heavenly God Slaughter Ten Thousand Spirits Formation, into the clan ancestral hall that was the core Array Base, piercing through it.

And then it stopped.

The Taiqing Flying Sword, from a speed so extreme not even the Divine Sense of an Immortal of Nascent Soul could capture, slowly returned.

She landed casually, floating gently into the hands of a vaguely-faced young man in blue.

All Hei Clan Cultivators had expressions of despair, staring blankly.

It seemed like a breath,

Or as if a long period of silence had passed.

Crack!

The first crisp sound, followed by a successive cacophony of rending and fracturing.

The eternal night sky canopy of the Black Feather Heavenly God Slaughter Ten Thousand Spirits Formation and the ancestral hall that symbolized the Hei Clan's supreme authority, the incense fire inheritance of thousands of years, at the core of the Formation, under everyone's gaze, cracked. Then it spider-webbed, rapidly disintegrated into countless pieces, devoid of any spiritual essence.

Boom!

The collapse of the clan-protecting Formation triggered a broader range of disastrous explosions, the entire Beast Spirit Immortal City was shaking, houses collapsing, the tall and majestic city walls falling, dust filling the air.

Rich Spiritual Energy spilled out from the center, the energy of a fourth-order Spiritual Vein no longer restricted, flooding outwards.

"Escape!"

"Run, hurry!"

Hei Chengxiu suddenly woke up, igniting his Essence Blood, his flesh, frantically charging toward the blue-clad young man in the sky, still crying out as if in tears.

Hum!

Humming!

At the same time, countless teleportation Formations were activated, flashes of white light appeared everywhere, each containing several Golden Pill Monks, Foundation-building cultivators, Qi Practitioners, all of whom were exceptionally talented individuals, the seeds of the future, with a portion yet to be transferred away.

"Not bad."

"So the Hei Clan also has people like you, does it?"

Jiang Ding, hand on the sword hilt, said indifferently, "What a shame, your heroism, your sacrifice, it's all for the misfortune of countless Cultivators of the Northern Plains, so,"

"You must die."

Clang!

The Taiqing Flying Sword left its sheath, its Sword-light instantly spanning dozens of kilometers in a breath, enveloping the entire Beast Spirit Immortal City within it.

The burning body of Hei Chengxiu stiffened.

The white light of the several hundred flashing teleportation Formations within the city faltered, space shattered, a mist of blood rose, mingling with the spatial rifts and slowly disappeared from view.

The endless pressure of the Sword Dao slowly spread out, enveloping the entire Immortal City, proclaiming its will.