While Xiao Yan was busy setting up his spiritual array trap, Qing Yanjing had also finally found what she was searching for in the Ancient Sacred Abyss. With her strength soaring afterward, the very first thought that came to her was to seek revenge on Xiao Yan. She assumed he was still in the Heavenly Tomb, and so made her way toward it. Yet just as she neared the tomb, she sensed a storm of violent spiritual energy erupting from within—accompanied, from time to time, by faint, agonized wails.
"Over here, the view's clearer from this side," came a voice from the distance. Qing Yanjing turned and saw Xiao Yan standing atop a high peak, casually waving at her to come over.
After a brief moment of hesitation, she took to the air and landed beside him. Before she could even open her mouth, Xiao Yan spoke, "I know you came to settle the score, but wait until I finish up here first. I assume someone of your Buddha Clan status wouldn't stoop to taking advantage of someone mid-battle?"
"You really know how to twist words." Qing Yanjing snorted coldly, but her attention was quickly pulled toward the scene below. When she saw what lay beneath, she was momentarily stunned.
Below them floated hundreds of spiritual arrays, operating in seamless synchronicity. Wind blades, ice spikes, thunderbolts, fire dragons, beams of light, and water serpents all surged wildly through the battlefield in waves of terrifying force. The devastation they wreaked could rival even the fiercest natural calamities.
Although she only took a quick glance, Qing Yanjing could immediately tell that each of these arrays was far more powerful than the ones she had used against Xiao Yan before. Hundreds of high-tier grandmaster-level spiritual arrays—just the thought of being dragged into such a storm was enough to make even a Greater Earth Sovereign's scalp tingle.
"This... what the hell is going on?" she asked in shock, watching the silhouettes trapped within the storm.
"Well… these were originally meant for you," Xiao Yan said half-jokingly, "but then these unlucky fools stumbled into the trap instead."
Hearing that those spiritual arrays were originally set up to deal with her, Qing Yanjing shivered slightly. This man was truly ruthless… But then, she caught sight of black mist rising from the bodies trapped in the arrays below. Her eyes narrowed. "These people… they're from the Extraterritorial Evil Race?"
"Yeah. I accidentally killed one of the Saint Heavenly Demon Emperor's lapdogs. After that, the bastard put a bounty on me, and now all these guys are here to collect." Xiao Yan casually shook the Demon Slayer Order in his hand. Wisps of residual demonic souls were being sucked into it one after another, causing his accumulated demon slayer points to spike upward at incredible speed.
Those who dared to come after Xiao Yan were all Greater Earth Sovereigns or above. According to the rules of the Great Thousand Palace, slaying one such enemy earned a person 200 demon slayer points. As a result, his name began rocketing up the Demon Slayer Rankings.
At first, no one paid much attention to the changes in ranking—after all, that board shifted daily. But soon, it became obvious something was different. A single name began flashing repeatedly. In just over ten minutes, this individual had risen from a low-ranked Demon Slayer to a high-ranked one, and the name was still climbing.
Eventually, the name turned golden.
This meant only one thing—the individual had been promoted to the highest class: Demon Slayer King.
People who noticed this were left dumbfounded. Although the Great Thousand Palace had long established the Demon Slayer King rank, no one in recent memory had ever reached it. Who was this "Xiao Yan," and how had he climbed to that level in mere moments?
Some speculated he might be a Saint-grade Heavenly Sovereign who had slain a Saint Heavenly Demon Emperor. But this theory was quickly dismissed—his rise wasn't sudden, but steady, point by point, battle by battle.
Which only confirmed one thing: he had been continuously hunting the Extraterritorial Evil Race and that the enemies he slew weren't weaklings. This made those in the know even more shocked. As Demon Slayers themselves, they knew firsthand how troublesome those creatures were.
Even defeating them at the same level was difficult—killing them was another matter entirely. Their vitality was monstrous; even many Heavenly Sovereigns couldn't finish the job and instead had to sacrifice themselves to seal them. Yet Xiao Yan had slain dozens of Greater Earth Sovereign-level enemies in a short time. Clearly, this man was no ordinary warrior.
Once Qing Yanjing understood who the enemies trapped in the array were, all sympathy vanished from her heart. In fact, she felt admiration for Xiao Yan's methods. Her ancient Buddha Clan had also participated in the primordial war against the Extraterritorial Evil Race. Many of their elders had died at their hands. Her hatred for that evil race ran deep.
"Hmm… the rate of increase in demon slayer points is slowing. Looks like most of them are already dead," Xiao Yan remarked casually, glancing at the Demon Slayer Order in his hand. But just then, his gaze snapped to the horizon.
Far in the sky, outside the Heavenly Tomb, a series of black beams streaked across the sky like meteors. They struck one of the spiritual array nodes directly.
Xiao Yan frowned. Those beams had hit the weakest point of the entire formation.
The sudden assault caused the intricate web of spiritual arrays—meticulously constructed by Xiao Yan—to unravel rapidly and then shatter completely. The intended slaughter came to an abrupt halt, and the few remaining members of the Extraterritorial Evil Race escaped the jaws of death.
Although the formation was broken, those who had been trapped within were already grievously wounded. They gazed at Xiao Yan in horror. Just a moment ago, they had numbered over a hundred, gathered to hunt him. Now, fewer than twenty remained.
Had it not been for the last-minute interference, they too would have become nothing more than points on Xiao Yan's Demon Slayer Order. Their situation was so pitiful that none of them even considered revenge anymore. All they wanted now was to flee this accursed place—to get as far away from that seemingly harmless man as possible.
This Xiao Yan wasn't a man… he was a slaughtering machine created to wipe out the Extraterritorial Evil Race.
(End of Chapter)
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