920: Chapter 0920: Killed Thoroughly 920: Chapter 0920: Killed Thoroughly Zhang Qingyang from below raised his eyebrows, thinking to himself that the disciples of the Divine Sword Sect, when had they started using such strange magic artifacts.

The crystal skull looked like glazed glass, transparent like ice.

Once activated, it revolved and hovered around all the disciples, seeming to form some sort of formation.

Li Chenguang of Mount Mao and seven or eight others, seemed to have fallen into quicksand, desperately struggling and screaming inside, “What the hell is this?”

“You are indeed of the Demon Race!”

“Let us go!”

At first, they could still struggle with their limbs, but soon after, they were completely trapped and unable to move at all.

Mysterious lights were flickering before their eyes, as if time were reversing.

They were clearly trying to walk forward, yet couldn’t move a step.

It seemed as though each step taken was pulled back again.

Indeed, this object was the magic artifact of Yin De, a descendant of the Maya.

Long Fei had already grasped thirty percent of it and, once it was deployed, he could manipulate the laws of time around him.

He could even devour all the essence blood directly onto the crystal skull.

Normally, he wouldn’t have needed to use this artifact against disciples of the same cultivation level as himself.

But today, with so many experts present, he had to resort to this artifact to deal with the eight or nine disciples of equal rank.

Long Fei stared at Li Chenguang with a cold sneer, “The Three Mao True Lord’s Sword?

Impressive, eh?”

He waved his hand without moving his body.

Li Chenguang’s sword seemed to be caught by him and whooshed down into his hand.

The Longsword of the Earth Immortal Realm normally contained the spiritual imprints of the ancestors.

As the Longsword was drawn, it buzzed and hummed.

The murderous aura on it surged out, seemingly triggering some laws, and burst forth from Long Fei’s hands with a bang.

Long Fei raised his eyebrows, looking at the three distant sword lights with pity.

An Earth Immortal Realm’s magic artifact should be destroyed, or let go.

To erase the imprint of the spiritual essence within and fully tame the artifact was far from what his current cultivation level could achieve.

Li Chenguang glared and cursed loudly, “Demon Chief, let me go, otherwise the Mount Mao Sect will never cease until we are dead or you are!”

Long Fei laughed out loud, “Can’t beat someone, so you bring out the Mount Mao Sect to press people down?”

He truly didn’t take the Mount Mao Sect seriously; if it weren’t for the relics left by his ancestors, he might have had some fears of the Mount Mao Sect.

Now, he had transcended this world and knew how vast the universe was.

In just a small world’s sect, even if he offended it, what was there to fear?

Wang Xiaoya and a group of female cultivators were originally worried about him.

But then they saw a group of experts all restrained by him.

He shouted lightly to Wang Xiaoya, “Little Ya, I need to borrow your Kirin Sword for a moment.”

Wang Xiaoya’s White Bone Longsword was summoned and grabbed into Long Fei’s hand in a swipe.

This sword was left by Yan Wuji.

Originally, Yan Wuji had obtained the Kirin Arm as well as this Divine Sword made from a Kirin’s bones.

Long Fei had given this item to Wang Xiaoya, and now that he was holding it in his hand, the entire sword seemed to have come to life.

The Bone Sword vibrated with a hum, its murderous aura overflowing.

Pointing at Li Chenguang, he lightly snorted, “You have too much of a murderous aura, in violation of the Daoist Sect’s temperance.

Today, I will use you to consecrate my sword and carry out a heavenly mandate.”

“Bastard, how dare you!”

A group of disciples screamed in fright, not expecting Long Fei to be serious.

They had never imagined someone would dare to kill them.

After all, they were disciples of a first-class sect, protected by powerful backers, and anyone who touched them had only a dead end.

A flash of sword light passed, and the Kirin Sword thudded into Li Chenguang’s body, piercing through his chest.

Mysterious light surged upon it, and a force of suction crazily swept over Li Chenguang’s entire body.

He stared fiercely at Long Fei, howling wildly, “Madman, the Mount Mao Sect will never let you off!”

Without saying a word, his entire being turned into a mist of blood, devoured by the Kirin Sword.

The blood tempering the sword, divine beast bones nourishing from the essence of blood.

The more blood essence, the stronger the future killing aura, the more powerful the strike from the Sword Qi.

Killing one makes you a villain, killing thousands makes you a hero.

A slaughter sword, even the gods and Buddhas of the heavens would retreat three feet upon seeing it.

Zhang Qingyang, watching from below, was completely dumbstruck, never expecting the disciple of Mount Mao to kill at the mere utterance from Long Fei.

The four disciples following behind him whispered, “Should we help?”

Zhang Qingyang weighed the serious relationships involved, seeing that Long Fei’s Daoist magical skills were unpredictable, and if a real fight broke out, he was not sure he could take advantage.

He cupped his fists, shouting loudly to warn, “Fellow Daoist Long, they are disciples of Mount Mao, Mount Shu, and Wudang.

If you kill them all, you will definitely have no way out in the future.”

A group of disciples also yelled out in fear, “That’s right!

If you let us go, our sects will definitely not let you off the hook!”

“Daoist friend, there’s still time for you to stop!”

“Daoist friend, please spare our lives, if you let us go, we promise we’ll leave this place immediately.”

“…”

Just now they were talking tough, but now each one of them was pale with fear, desperately begging for mercy.

Suddenly, there was a thunderous rumble nearby.

Chu Feng’s head was crowned with the Cosmic Star Dharma Laksana, and his spear collided with Qing Chuan, a disciple of Mount Shu.

Qing Chuan’s Qingsuo Sword had conjured a barrier of Sword Qi in front of him.

But it was shattered by Chu Feng’s spear, breaking his right arm, sending him shrieking and retreating backward.

Chu Feng followed up with his spear, clashing with the Qingsuo Sword in mid-air, forcing the Earth Immortal Sword to fly back with a bang.

Qing Chuan, his mouth dripping with blood, was completely shocked.

The Qingsuo Sword drew a streak of green light as it fled, no longer under his control.

Chu Feng’s spear pursued, and in the astonished eyes of the onlookers, it pierced through Qing Chuan’s body in the air, slamming him down hard to the ground.

With a thunderous crash, the ground trembled violently.

Qing Chuan was pinned to the ground by Chu Feng, the green stone beneath shattered into a crater spanning several tens of meters.

A cloud of blood mist exploded, revealing a Golden Core which Chu Feng swallowed with a gulp.

He held the Overlord Spear, acting as if nothing had happened, and flipping his hair dismissively to a group of female cultivators said, “Don’t be enamored with me, I am just a legend.”

The group spat blood, thinking that these two were far too ruthless, acting with absolutely no mercy.

Long Fei sneered at the group of disciples, “On your way to the afterlife.

Anyone who offends my wife, kill without mercy!”

The Kirin Sword suspended in the sky burst forth with a wave of Sword Qi, piercing through each disciple in succession.

The sky was instantly filled with a bloody mist; under the consumption of the White Bone Kirin Sword, disciples from seven or eight major sects perished on the spot.

Zhang Qingyang thought it was over, these two were as good as dead.

On the mountaintop, the Elders of various sects were still in the midst of the tumultuous battle.

If they learned of this, they would definitely flay and debone these two without question.

After the blood mist in the sky was devoured by the Kirin Sword, Long Fei leaped down from the sky, handing the longsword back to Wang Xiaoya.

Wang Xiaoya’s nose felt sour; these days, hundreds of her sisters had died at the hands of these major sect’s young disciples, now revenge had been served.

Long Fei asked Zhang Qingyang, “Fellow Daoist Zhang, do you wish to be our enemy, or continue being a friend?”

Zhang Qingyang clenched his fist, how could he become friends with this murderous demon.

They too killed people, but in their minds, such killers were demons.

Someone who killed them was considered a demon chief.

To protect his own disciples, he remained silent and cupped his fists towards Long Fei, “Fellow Daoist Long, I’ve said what needed to be said.

Since Fellow Daoist Long won’t listen, then we shall meet on the battlefield.”

A group of people, swords in hand, left and returned to the battlefield at the mountaintop.

Long Fei didn’t make it difficult for them; after all, Zhang Qingyang had intervened earlier to stop the disciples of various sects, which could be considered the act of a nobleman.

If they wanted to fight, then they would have an honorable battle on the mountaintop battlefield.