"How could this be!"
Chou Qianli's expression changed drastically, filled with disbelief.
The Myriad Beast Suppressing Heaven Diagram was of an extremely high grade, even above the Locking Demon Chains, so how could it have just disappeared like that... At this moment, the two Returning Void Old Ancestors' faces turned pale, and they spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
When the Myriad Beast Suppressing Heaven Diagram was suddenly destroyed, they were immediately met with a backlash.
"This is bad, this person was definitely hiding his true strength."
The two were indeed powerful Returning Void Cultivators who had experienced countless trials, and in a flash, they realized the situation had already reversed.
"We must escape!"
On one hand, the two retreated rapidly, then activated their Magic Treasures to buy themselves time to flee.
On the other hand, they sent a telepathic message to their disciples and grand-disciples below, telling them to fend for themselves.
They were like clay Buddhas crossing a river, barely able to save themselves.
If they, as Returning Void Old Ancestors, could preserve their lives, then the Sect would have hope for the future.
Upon receiving the Old Ancestors' telepathic message, the Yu Yao Sect disciples were instantly dumbfounded.
No one expected that the two Old Ancestors, who had arrived with such momentum, would plan to flee so quickly.
"Trying to escape?"
Han Xuanji uttered these two words indifferently.
The moment his voice fell, he didn't form hand seals or chant incantations, nor did any world-shaking Aura erupt; he merely took out a newly acquired weapon.
"Just in time to practice with you all!"
Light surged, and Evil Qi soared to the heavens!
A long saber with an ancient design, flowing with platinum luster, and exuding endless murderous sharpness, with a tiger's head at its hilt, appeared in Han Xuanji's hand.
The long saber trembled, as if it had smelled long-lost fresh blood Qi, and a phantom of a White Tiger manifested in the air, its cold, amber vertical pupils seemingly coming alive, staring intently at the two Old Ancestors!
This White Tiger Blade was, without a doubt, a peerless ferocious weapon!
Even as Han Xuanji held it, he could feel the saber's excitement; if he hadn't forcibly suppressed it, this demonic saber would probably have already flown up to kill!
"This... Is this an Immortal Artifact?!"
"No, this is a Demonic Artifact!"
Chou Qianli's face showed intense fluctuations, his eyes filled with horror and disbelief.
At this moment, he had already given up on escaping.
The moment the Old Ancestors ran, he understood that they were already abandoned pawns.
If Han Xuanji wanted to kill them, it would be to buy time for the two Old Ancestors; if he didn't kill them, they would most likely not escape the pursuit of a Returning Void Cultivator later anyway. In short, it was a dead end.
The two fleeing Old Ancestors, though countless miles away, could still feel the killing intent behind them.
Suddenly, they felt a spatial fluctuation behind them, and a white figure stepped through the air.
Taixu Nine Steps, one step spanning a thousand miles.
Han Xuanji didn't give them any time to think or be shocked.
Holding the White Tiger Blade, he appeared like a ghost-god descending.
It seemed that Han Xuanji's killing intent had touched the White Tiger Blade.
In an instant, the White Tiger Blade burst into dazzling light, and the heavens and earth seemed to invert, space-time became chaotic, and they arrived in another world.
Looking around, it was a scene of desolation, with blood flowing like rivers across the scarred and riddled earth.
The corpses of countless races piled up like mountains.
At the same time, Han Xuanji also received a memory in his mind, and a saber technique emerged from his thoughts.
Seven Forms of Chaotic Heaven!
Defying the Heavenly Dao, achieving Dao through slaughter—this was a saber technique born purely for killing, without any fancy embellishments.
Immediately, Han Xuanji's body began to move involuntarily; his movements were not fast, but each strike contained infinite true meaning, possessing the power to destroy the heavens and earth.
The White Tiger Blade erupted with a platinum Evil Qi so bright it could blind one's eyes!
First Form, Devour Heaven and Earth!
The saber's momentum rose, devouring all light and glory like a black hole!
The enemy's attacks, Magic Treasures, protective barriers, and even space, light... everything was forcibly pulled, devoured, crushed, and turned into nothingness.
The next instant.
Pfft!
A soft sound.
"No... im..."
Soul Prison Old Ancestor only managed to utter two vague syllables, the horror on his face frozen. He looked down in disbelief at his chest.
A tiny crack, starting from his glabella, extended straight downwards, piercing through his entire body.
No fresh blood splattered; in an instant, his Physical Body turned into nothingness.
Even the powerful Returning Void Primordial Spirit, under this saber light containing supreme killing and annihilation power, disintegrated and vanished silently like a weathered sand sculpture!
Not even a wisp of a remnant soul managed to escape!
One saber strike, slaying a Returning Void Cultivator!
"Senior Brother!!!"
Burning Sea Old Ancestor's eyes were bloodshot, filled with shock and fury, but fear instantly engulfed everything.
He frantically activated the azure flame mirror in his hand, and the mirror surface erupted with a terrifying pillar of light capable of burning mountains and boiling seas, shooting directly at Han Xuanji. At the same time, his figure retreated rapidly, desperately tearing space apart to escape!
The longer one lived, the more one feared death.
He still had several thousand years of life, and he still hoped to Breakthrough to Body Integration; how could he be willing to die like this?
But, it was too late!
Han Xuanji's entire body was enveloped by a black phantom, as if a demon god had possessed him; this attack could not harm him in the slightest.
The next moment.
"Slash!"
Han Xuanji swung his saber, and a bloody saber light streaked across a thousand miles.
Chii—!
Burning Sea Old Ancestor's protective Divine Ability and life-saving Magic Treasure were fragile and vulnerable in front of this all-devouring saber light.
"Ah—!"
A mournful and desperate wail echoed through the sky!
The saber light flashed, and terrifying bloody Qi instantly engulfed Burning Sea Old Ancestor's figure!
There was no earth-shattering commotion, only a spine-chilling silence!
Burning Sea Old Ancestor's body and Primordial Spirit were gradually decomposed and devoured in the bloody light, until all traces of his existence completely vanished from the world.
At this moment, the sky returned to clarity.
Tianyou Mountain Range.
Little White Tiger looked at the Yu Yao Sect disciples with a playful glint in its eyes.
"Heh heh, are you still waiting for your Old Ancestors?"
"Too bad, they've already gone ahead of you."
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
A Yu Yao Sect Elder looked panicked, unable to believe it.
"It's right, those two are already dead."
Han Xuanji's voice arrived faintly, accompanied by a ripple, appearing in the air like the god of death.
Chou Qianli, even more so, seemed to have his spine removed, collapsing to his knees, his eyes vacant as he looked at the place where Soul Prison Old Ancestor and Burning Sea Old Ancestor had disappeared, muttering unconsciously: "Old Ancestors... dead? All... dead?"
All the surviving Yu Yao Sect Cultivators were like people under a freezing spell, rigid in place, their faces drained of color, their eyes filled only with boundless fear and emptiness.
Their bodies trembled uncontrollably, some even collapsing to the ground.
Originally, with two Returning to Void Realm Old Ancestors in charge, the Yu Yao Sect was a famous great Sect in Youzhou and even throughout the entire Great Xia, but in this short period, they were easily wiped out like two ants!
Han Xuanji didn't even glance at the terrified ants below, his gaze calmly sweeping across the sky.
"Little White, these small fries are yours to handle."
"Yes, Master!"
Little White Tiger had long been unable to suppress its killing intent, pouncing like a hungry tiger, devouring all the Yu Yao Sect Cultivators on the spot, leaving no one alive.
Afterward, Little White Tiger revealed a triumphant smile, shrinking back into a snow-white kitten and leaping onto Han Xuanji's shoulder, lazily licking its paws, as if it had merely crushed a few ants.
Han Xuanji nodded slightly; he would not show any mercy to his enemies.
Taking a step, spatial ripples spread, and with Little White Tiger on his shoulder, his figure vanished from the spot.