CHAPTER 1177: CHAPTER 1177: THE DEATH OF NIE TIANJI

"Alright, alright, for the sake of my little Meimei, I’ll speak a bit more tactfully!"

Bai Xiaofan seemed rather resigned, as he waved his hand and struck towards Nie Tianji!

Instantly, a powerful force of Artistic Conception enveloped Nie Tianji.

The Artistic Conception of Time!

This time, Bai Xiaofan did not use the Artistic Conception of Slaughter, but directly displayed the Artistic Conception of Time!

Having just used the Artistic Conception of Slaughter, Nie Tianji, being such a cunning old fox, would surely be prepared.

Therefore, to win without paying too high a price, one had to catch him off guard.

Sure enough, as soon as the Artistic Conception of Time unfolded, it achieved a remarkable effect. Nie Tianji was stupefied on the spot, his eyes showing a trace of childlike innocence!

Yes, childlike innocence!

Seeing such a term appear on such an ancient rogue who lived god-knows-how-many years, is truly... nauseating!

However, the childlike innocence in Nie Tianji’s eyes quickly vanished, restoring his clarity once again!

Bai Xiaofan was slightly taken aback, how could this be?

Even a master like Old Qi Third fell under the Artistic Conception of Time, unable to extricate himself. Nie Tianji, only at the early Transcendance Tribulation Stage, how could he so quickly break free from the constraints of the Artistic Conception of Time?

"Kekeke, Reaper, didn’t expect this, did you? Old man carries with him a treasure specifically to restrain Artistic Conception force. If you could reach the Transcendance Tribulation Stage, then using the Artistic Conception force might cause me some trouble, but with your current cultivation, it’s just wishful thinking!"

Noticing the confusion in Bai Xiaofan’s eyes, Nie Tianji laughed arrogantly.

Although he said so, a hint of seriousness crossed Nie Tianji’s heart as well!

He knew how powerful the treasure he wore was, even when Li Wushuang used the Artistic Conception of Sword, it couldn’t cause him any damage. Yet unexpectedly, under Bai Xiaofan’s Artistic Conception of Time, his mind was affected for a moment!

It seems, the Bai Xiaofan in front is not to be underestimated indeed!

"Haha, do you think that by being able to ignore my Artistic Conception force, you can claim victory? You’re too naive!"

Seeing Nie Tianji so arrogant, a playful arc formed at the corner of Bai Xiaofan’s mouth, his gaze toward Nie Tianji was as if he was looking at an idiot.

At the end of his words, Bai Xiaofan’s figure moved, appearing once more in front of Nie Tianji, with an eerie blood-red gleam in his eyes.

Slaughter Eye!

Having not used the Slaughter Eye in ages, Bai Xiaofan unleashed it at this very moment!

Nie Tianji didn’t expect Bai Xiaofan to have such a move, and was caught off guard, falling into the illusion of the Slaughter Eye.

Although Nie Tianji used his might to quickly break through the shackles of the Slaughter Eye, at that very moment, a massive shadow descended from the sky!

Almost instinctively, Nie Tianji looked upwards.

Instantly seeing a colossal stele descending towards him!

Instinctively, Nie Tianji wanted to evade, but he found that the surrounding space was sealed by this stele, forcing him to take it head-on, dodging was no longer possible!

At the same time, Bai Xiaofan waved his hand, and suddenly the winds arose!

The cold wind, carrying the Artistic Conception of Slaughter, blew toward Nie Tianji!

At this moment, boundless terror surged within Nie Tianji’s heart!

He knew, he might die at Bai Xiaofan’s hands!

"Dantai Qing, hurry over and save me!"

In desperation, Nie Tianji could only loudly call to Dantai Qing for help.

At this moment, none of the other elders had the ability to save him, the only hope was Dantai Qing, who possessed the Artistic Conception of Ruthlessness!

However, to Nie Tianji’s despair, Dantai Qing was indifferent to his cries for help, showing no intention to move forward and rescue him!

"What are you doing standing there? Hurry over to save me, I am your master, have you forgotten all the kindness I’ve shown you over the years?"

Nie Tianji was anxious, disregarding his dignity, pleading with Dantai Qing once more!

"Why should I save you? I remember you once said that a person must rely on themselves. Besides, I have no feelings for you or anyone else, live or die, seek your fortune!"

However, faced with Nie Tianji’s repeated pleas, Dantai Qing merely smiled, and his words pushed Nie Tianji into endless despair!

The Artistic Conception of Ruthlessness!

As Dantai Qing said, to him, everyone is just the same as strangers, without any emotions!

It is precisely this ruthlessness that allowed his Artistic Conception of Ruthlessness to be cultivated to today’s level, able to clash directly with Bai Xiaofan’s Artistic Conception of Slaughter!

Ruthless people are the most invincible!

Bang!

At this moment, the stele had already smashed down, crushing Nie Tianji onto the ground!

A wave of air rolled outward!

Everyone present was dumbfounded.

They could feel that at the moment the stele came crashing down, the vitality in Nie Tianji’s body vanished completely!

The dissipation of vitality meant that Nie Tianji, the Sect Master of the fourth greatest sect in Kunlun Void and an early-stage Transcendance Tribulation expert, no longer existed!

"Nie Tianji is dead, do you still wish to resist?"

Bai Xiaofan waved his hand, and the stele disappeared from sight. He then swept his proud gaze over the elders and disciples of the Beiming Sect!

Bai Xiaofan’s voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone present, causing all to be momentarily stunned.

People looked at each other, then collectively abandoned resistance, and stood together!

Bai Xiaofan was not surprised by their reaction, because all of it was within his expectations!

Without a leader, these people were keenly aware that continuing to resist would be meaningless.

Bai Xiaofan and his team could slay Nie Tianji, so what would they stand a chance?

"From today onwards, the Beiming Sect will be officially renamed Taixu Sect. Those willing to stay and join Taixu Sect may remain, anyone unwilling is free to leave, I, Bai Xiaofan, will not prevent it!"

As Bai Xiaofan spoke, he waved his hand, and the plaque hanging in the hall with the words ’Beiming Sect’ crashed onto the ground!

Subsequently, forming a sword finger with his single hand, the Artistic Conception of Slaughter surged forth, as if his pen dancing over paper, three new words appeared in everyone’s sight!

Taixu Sect!

In an instant, waves of killing intent emanated from these three characters, and the pale golden radiance made it almost unbearable to look directly at it!

For a long while, only after the pale golden light from these three characters slowly faded away.

Yet that killing intent that struck at the heart and soul still lingered!