Venerable Supreme of Myriad Dragons

In an instant, a wave of realization washed over the crowd.

The Xu Family? They were the greatest power in the Daqian Empire. The current Daqian Emperor himself had been placed on the throne by the Grand Commandant, the Duke of Wu’an, Xu Xiong.

Who among all the civil and military officials in the entire Daqian court dared to disobey Xu Xiong’s commands?

It could be said that the entire Daqian Empire was under the Xu Family’s control.

Yet the young man before them had just admitted to killing Xu Yingshan without the slightest hesitation.

Patriarch Xu’s eyes instantly turned bloodshot. "YAAAAH! You killed my nephew Xu Zheng, too?"

"That’s right!"

Shen Daoxing replied coolly, not bothering to deny it.

"You... you..."

Patriarch Xu’s face flushed red with rage. "Th-that was my second brother’s last son!"

"What, you have a problem with it? Want to fight?"

Shen Daoxing shot a sidelong glance at Patriarch Xu, his expression still one of complete indifference.

"Arrogant! How arrogant!"

"Who on earth is this person?"

The onlookers were in an uproar once again.

Everyone knew Dugu Sheng was wild, but they never expected the man beside her to be even wilder, daring to speak to Patriarch Xu like that.

"You... you..."

Patriarch Xu was beside himself with fury. "You deserve to die! First you kill my nephew, then my two sons! You all deserve to die!"

Suddenly, Patriarch Xu shot into the air, appearing directly above Shen Daoxing in an instant.

"Mountain Shaking Fist!"

He roared, unleashing a ferocious punch. His fist descended like a mountain thousands of feet high, instantly filling the air with a suffocating sense of pressure.

The onlookers couldn’t help but feel a chill. Patriarch Xu, Xu Batian, was a master at the Ninth Layer of the Spirit Transformation Realm. He had been immersed in the Spirit Transformation Realm for decades; his understanding of the Martial Dao and his mastery of Martial Arts were not something any young disciple could hope to match.

’This young man is a dead man,’ they thought. ’He’s about to pay the price for his words.’

In truth, within Huangliang’s Tomb, disciples from all factions were allowed to fight and kill each other. They relied on their own abilities, and life and death were their own responsibility. If this young man had adamantly denied killing Xu Yingshan and Xu Zheng, Patriarch Xu would have had no recourse, at least not to attack so openly.

Everyone shook their heads. ’This young man is finished!’

But the thought had barely formed in their minds.

"Forbidden Sword Technique, Kunlun Duanyue!"

A soft cry rang out.

Everyone’s eyebrows suddenly shot up. They saw the space around Patriarch Xu’s fist twist, stretching one moment and compressing the next, as black arcs of electricity crackled and hissed.

A beam of sword light, vast enough to sunder mountains and span the heavens, suddenly shot forth.

PSHHHT!

A crimson Blood Arrow flew high into the air.

Patriarch Xu’s fist had been sent flying.

"Argh!"

Patriarch Xu cried out in shock, clutching the wrist where his hand had been severed.

In that instant, the crowd was stunned.

’This kid actually cut off Patriarch Xu’s hand with a single sword strike!’

’Just what is his level of strength?’

The crowd stood frozen.

"First Layer of the Spirit Transformation Realm!"

Someone slowly stated the fact.

"HISS!"

The crowd instantly gasped in unison.

"ARGH! You damn brat, you deserve to die!"

Patriarch Xu roared, shot up, and caught his falling hand with his other, reattaching it to his wrist. Then, he pulled a bottle of Elixirs from his robes and tipped his head back, pouring them into his mouth.

The flesh and blood on Patriarch Xu’s severed wrist could be seen squirming and knitting itself back together.

But how could Shen Daoxing give him such a perfect opportunity? His figure flickered like a gentle breeze, suddenly appearing before Patriarch Xu as he swung the Great Ming Demon Sparrow down.

"Patriarch!"

"Patriarch!"

The nearby Xu Family Descendants cried out in alarm, taking several steps forward to help.

But just as they moved, a flash of red streaked past.

The red-robed young woman, Dugu Sheng, had already blocked their path.

"Brat, that was just a moment of carelessness from me! You think you can really beat me?!"

Patriarch Xu roared in fury.

"Celestial Spirit Subduing Hand!"

A golden light flared up around his body, and a solid, heavy Vigorous Qi Shield materialized around him.

Then, Patriarch Xu slowly extended a massive palm, stirring up countless golden vortexes of qi in the air that seemed ready to destroy everything in their path.

However.

BZZZZT!

Black arcs of electricity flashed.

Without any resistance, the golden qi vortexes shattered the instant they met the Great Ming Demon Sparrow.

The Vigorous Qi Shield around Patriarch Xu, as if made of paper-mâché, was instantly and completely shattered by the black arcs of electricity.

The Great Ming Demon Sparrow pressed forward, completely unimpeded.

Instantly.

"Huh?"

Patriarch Xu’s eyes widened, and beads of sweat as large as beans dripped from his forehead.

Just as the Great Ming Demon Sparrow in Shen Daoxing’s hand was about to strike his face...

"Brat, are you the one who killed the disciples of my Celestial Profound Sacred Land?"

A middle-aged man’s voice suddenly sounded in Shen Daoxing’s ear.

Shen Daoxing’s figure flickered and vanished from his spot.

Immediately after, a dazzling beam of green light shot through the space where he had just been.

Shen Daoxing looked up to see a slender, middle-aged man slowly walking out. Behind him were two people Shen Daoxing recognized: Xuan Tianji and Nan Xuan.

"What? This kid also killed people from the Celestial Profound Sacred Land?"

"He’s far too bold!"

The onlookers were once again in an uproar.

The Celestial Profound Sacred Land? It was a colossal entity in the East Continent, even more terrifying than the Xu Family. Aside from a few major empires, which nation wasn’t under the Celestial Profound Sacred Land’s control?

"This time, the kid is really done for! Yi Xingtian is an Earth Profound Realm master!"

Someone suddenly shouted.

But Shen Daoxing maintained his indifferent expression. He looked at the three and said coolly, "Oh, so it’s you two defeated foes."

Then, he gave a slight smile. "What? Are you in such a hurry to be reunited with your junior brothers?"

Instantly.

Yi Xingtian’s brow furrowed. "How audacious! You killed disciples of my Sacred Land and still dare to spout such arrogant nonsense! Tianji, Nan Xuan, kill him!"

With that, he leaped up, arriving before Shen Daoxing in the blink of an eye.

Xuan Tianji took a step forward, about to advance, when he suddenly remembered something. He pinched his fingers into a seal and performed a quick divination, only to see the demonic, baleful image of Shen Daoxing still lingering unshakably in his mind.

’A star of heaven will fall, a demonic scourge will descend, and I will lose my life here!’

That prophecy had not faded.

Xuan Tianji froze for a moment. He stopped in his tracks, no longer daring to move forward.

Nan Xuan, at his side, was about to step forward to help when he saw his senior brother suddenly halt. He couldn’t help but ask in confusion, "Senior Brother, why did you stop?"

Xuan Tianji looked dazed for a moment, then quickly coughed a few times before saying seriously, "With Senior Brother Xingtian’s strength, he’s more than enough to handle that kid. If we go up, we’ll only get in the way. It’s better if we stay back."

Nan Xuan was stunned, feeling that what his senior brother Xuan Tianji said made a lot of sense. "Right, Senior Brother is correct!"

He, too, stopped in his tracks.

Meanwhile, Yi Xingtian reached into his robes and pulled out a cyan-colored bead. The cyan bead flared with brilliant light, and an overwhelming, icy cold swept out.

Wherever it passed, a thick layer of ice crystals formed on the surface of the flowers, grass, and trees, freezing them solid.

The onlookers felt a bone-chilling cold wash over them and were instantly horrified. But before they could even react, a thick layer of ice crystals formed on their bodies, freezing them solid and turning them into ice sculptures.