A blood mist filled the air, limbs and severed bodies scattered everywhere. The once solemn and majestic immortal sect had become a desolate inferno.
Fang Xian's white robes fluttered in the wind as he coldly surveyed the sect he had slaughtered.
Just then, several streaks of light streaked across the sky, moving with incredible speed, arriving in an instant.
It turned out to be a nearby cultivation sect. They had sensed the intense killing intent rising from a thousand miles away and were greatly alarmed. They had hurriedly dispatched their elite members to investigate.
Leading them was an elderly man with white hair but a vigorous spirit, dressed in a moon-white robe that fluttered in the wind, exuding the majesty of a superior.
Behind him were several young disciples, each with a solemn expression, gripping their magical weapons tightly, warily watching the blood-soaked scene below and the lone Fang Xian.
"Who are you? Why are you wreaking havoc here, slaughtering the immortal sects?"
The old man's voice, booming like a bell, shattered the chilling silence with its undeniable authority.
Fang Xian frowned. He had acted swiftly, yet these cultivators had still detected him; their perception was truly remarkable.
He had no interest in dealing with them. With a flick of his sleeve, his elite troops were all dead.
As for their "storage bags" used to hold treasures, Fang Xian naturally didn't let them go, taking them all for himself.
However, this was only a second-level immortal cultivation kingdom; he didn't care for these people's magical treasures.
To reach a higher-level immortal cultivation kingdom, he needed to go to the ancient teleportation array, where one could reach a third-level immortal cultivation kingdom.
Having made up his mind, Fang Xian vanished, heading towards the ancient teleportation array.
...
Several hours later.
Fang Xian quickly arrived at the ancient teleportation array, but it was already surrounded by a dense crowd of people.
They all stared at Fang Xian with furious expressions.
This gathering comprised the majority of the forces from the Second-Tier Cultivation Kingdom. They had immediately become aware of the events at Yangfeng Sect and, after investigating, rallied all their powerful sects, vowing to kill Fang Xian.
They surmised that given Fang Xian's heinous crimes, the only way he could leave the Second-Tier Cultivation Kingdom was through the ancient teleportation array.
Therefore, they had gathered here, lying in wait.
Fang Xian surveyed the crowd, completely ignoring them.
Among the crowd, a woman in a fiery red robe stood out; she was Luo Hongxia, the sect leader of the number one sect in the Second-Tier Cultivation Kingdom.
Her appearance instantly caught Fang Xian's attention, and he immediately used his "Eye of Insight" on her.
[Name: Luo Hongxia
Age: 211
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Appearance: 96
Figure: 96
Height: 169 cm
Character: Perfect
Affection: 0]
Luo Hongxia's silver hair cascaded like a waterfall, flying freely and shimmering with a cool luster.
A crimson mark on her forehead, like a red plum blossom in snow, added to her cold beauty.
Her eyebrows were like distant mountains, slender and sharp. Her eyes were narrow, with slightly upturned corners. Her amber eyes seemed to hold endless majesty and mystery, coldly scrutinizing her surroundings.
Her nose was straight, her lips were blood-red, and the slightly upturned corners of her mouth carried a hint of aloofness.
A bright red robe outlined her graceful and voluptuous figure. The fabric was adorned with exquisite dark patterns, and the armor design on her shoulders added a touch of heroic spirit.
Her arms were smooth and flawless, her slender hands gripping a long spear firmly, a subtle power surging within them.
Her long, straight legs were long and slender, the hard leg armor contrasting sharply with the flowing robes.
Flames enveloped her, radiating an awe-inspiring yet irresistible charm.
Standing at the forefront was He Jian, a renowned figure in the cultivation world.
As a Nascent Soul stage expert, He Jian's spiritual energy surged and churned, like an endless ocean.
Beside him stood his young disciple, Geng Yuan, who, though tense, followed closely behind his master, his magical weapon already poised for attack.
"You demon, you slaughtered the entire Yangfeng Sect, today is your death day!"
He Jian's voice boomed like thunder. He took a sudden step forward, his spiritual energy instantly coalescing into countless sharp blades, whistling towards Fang Xian.
Seeing this, Fang Xian neither dodged nor evaded, but simply raised his hand, a ball of black "chaotic power" surging from his palm. The "chaotic power" instantly devoured the spiritual energy blades, then continued to spread towards He Jian.
He Jian's expression changed slightly. He didn't know what "chaotic power" was, but such a powerful move was too much for him to handle head-on. He could only dodge in a flash.
At the same time, Luo Hongxia let out a delicate shout, her spear surging like a dragon emerging from the sea, thrusting towards Fang Xian with unstoppable momentum.
Fang Xian sneered, his figure flashing like a ghost, easily dodging the spear attack. He countered with a palm strike, the wind from his palm like a blade, forcing Luo Hongxia to retreat repeatedly.
While Fang Xian was engaged with He Jian and Luo Hongxia, Geng Yuan quietly circled behind Fang Xian, his magical weapon suddenly releasing a blinding light, attempting to ambush him.
However, Fang Xian seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. Without turning around, he casually threw a punch, a black fist shadow hurtling towards Geng Yuan.
Geng Yuan couldn't dodge in time and was struck by the fist shadow, spitting blood as he flew away like a kite with a broken string.
Seeing his disciple injured, He Jian was furious and unleashed all his skills, launching a barrage of powerful spells at Fang Xian.
Luo Hongxia was not to be outdone, cooperating with He Jian, their spears flashing and blocking all of Fang Xian's escape routes.
But Fang Xian moved through their attacks with ease, defusing them with every move.
After a few exchanges, He Jian was utterly shocked. He had never seen such a powerful opponent. As a Nascent Soul stage expert, he felt utterly helpless before Fang Xian.
But he did not retreat. Instead, he roared.
"Even if it costs me my life, I will not allow you, this demon, to run rampant any longer!"
"All disciples, heed my command! Join me in slaying this demon!"
With that, he fiercely burned his spiritual power, preparing to unleash his final, deadly attack.
Seeing He Jian's desperate act, the members of the other sects also mustered their courage and attacked Fang Xian together.
In an instant, various magical lights intertwined, and deafening roars filled the air.
Fang Xian, however, remained fearless. He laughed loudly, casually waving his hand, creating a massive black vortex that engulfed all the attacks.
In this chaotic battle, Fang Xian moved as if he were in an empty field, his figure weaving through the crowd like a ghost.
Each strike he made was accompanied by a scream, and one cultivator after another fell at his feet.
In moments, all the sect members participating in the siege were injured and lying on the ground, unable to fight any longer.
Fang Xian dusted off non-existent dust from his clothes, coldly surveying the crowd, his eyes filled with disdain and mockery.
He looked at Luo Hongxia, a slight smile playing on his lips.
The sect leader of the number one sect in a second-tier cultivation kingdom—he'd better have a good taste of her.
"Fire Illusion Technique."