Chapter 570 - 568: A Cultivator Has No Regrets

Chapter 570: Chapter 568: A Cultivator Has No Regrets

The Three Saint Envoys, slain by a single slash!

The bloodstained scene shocked the world.

They trembled to their cores, finding it hard to believe.

If killing the six most-wanted criminals was merely the prelude, then this was the climax.

The Three Saint Envoys from the Holy Mountain not only possessed peerless cultivation but also represented a kind of supreme majesty, like the might of the heavens themselves!

But now, Jiang Jichen had slain the Three Saint Envoys. This was a challenge to the Holy Mountain’s authority, an act of defiance against heavenly might, a mortal rebelling against immortals.

An overwhelming aura, domineering methods, an invincible presence...

Jiang Jichen held the Holy Sword, floating in the air like an emperor descending upon the mortal world. With a beauty by his side, his star-like eyes scanned his surroundings.

"Today, I make my power known. You... will all die!"

Finally, Jiang Jichen’s gaze fell upon the Law Enforcement Hall’s Young Hall Master and his attendant as he spoke with chilling indifference.

Seven-Colored Spiritual Patterns flowed across his skin, making him resemble a Seven-colored Glazed Treasure Body, like a Celestial God who had descended to the mortal plane.

His every word and action now carried a heaven-shaking pressure.

The attendant of the Law Enforcement Hall’s Young Hall Master was already trembling, his teeth chattering audibly.

Usually sharp-tongued, he couldn’t utter a single word now, his face ashen.

Only the Law Enforcement Hall’s Young Hall Master remained composed, his face grim as he said in an icy voice, "You are just one person, enjoying a fleeting moment of power. Do you really think you can stir up trouble here? What a foolish fantasy! Killing the Holy Mountain’s Saint Envoys is a slap in the face to the Holy Mountain. Their might is as vast as the heavens. Their rage will bring storms for ten thousand miles and dye the sky red with blood. You will surely die! Besides, killing me will only bring you greater trouble!"

Jiang Jichen’s expression didn’t change in the slightest. "Are you going to say that if I kill this clone of yours, your true body will come for me? In that case, I’ll just wait for your true body to arrive!"

"As for the Holy Mountain, its existence is meaningless. It should have been wiped out long ago!"

"Sitting high and mighty, doing nothing but judging who lives and who dies. They’re just a bunch of lunatics!"

As he spoke, Jiang Jichen continued to swing the Holy Sword, its movements evolving as he charged toward the Law Enforcement Hall’s Young Hall Master.

The Young Hall Master’s expression turned incredibly foul, his eyes filled with boundless, murderous rage.

Naturally, he was also shocked, unable to believe that Jiang Jichen could tell he was just a clone with a single glance.

And it was true; his real body was still cultivating in the Chaos Realm of the Heavenly Dao Realm.

He had thought that with his peerless cultivation, his clone would be enough to run rampant throughout the Six Paths Illusion Realm.

He believed no one could pose a threat to him, save for the Six Young Venerables, the Holy Mountain, and the Nascent Soul Ancestors.

Yet now, a mere Cultivator at the Spirit Infant Perfection Realm could decide his fate.

"You... You will regret this beyond measure!!"

As he watched the endless Seven-Colored Sword Light that Jiang Jichen unleashed—evolving, multiplying, and ever-changing as it merged with the void to assassinate him—the clone of the Law Enforcement Hall’s Young Hall Master truly felt the threat of death, powerless to resist.

Jiang Jichen, with his Seven-Colored Spiritual Vein, was absurdly strong, even though he was only in the Spirit Infant Realm.

That was why the Young Hall Master’s voice now carried a hint of terrified trembling.

"The path of the Celestial Dao is merciless, and a Cultivator has no regrets!"

Jiang Jichen replied coolly.

The force of his sword surged even higher, enveloping the Young Hall Master’s clone.

PSHHH!

The Young Hall Master’s clone was powerful, but against Jiang Jichen, who had unsealed his Seven-Colored Spiritual Vein, he was facing a foe of boundless, unsolvable strength.

Sword Intent surged like a tide, filling the entire space.

The bodies of the Young Hall Master’s clone and his attendant were simultaneously torn apart, turning into countless fragments that scattered into the void.

Wielding the might of his unsealed Seven-Colored Spiritual Vein, Jiang Jichen was now truly invincible here. No one could withstand a single exchange with him.

The Peak Masters who had come to surround and kill him all perished. Not one could take a single one of his moves.

Such power was comparable to the Six Young Venerables of the Six Paths Illusion Realm!

Through projections in the void, everyone in the Six Paths Illusion Realm witnessed this scene.

Everyone was stunned by Jiang Jichen’s formidable and invincible aura.

Then, at this moment, Jiang Jichen once again brandished the sword in his hand.

He unleashed an area-of-effect attack, and a Seven-Colored Sword Light blazed into existence.

Starry Night!

Star Transformation!

Star Destruction!

Star River Flowing!

These were all techniques of the Star Sword Light, all area-of-effect attacks.

Compared to before, after unsealing his Seven-Colored Spiritual Vein, Jiang Jichen could now manifest one more form.

Star River Flowing was like ten thousand stars, starlights, and star shadows merging into a single Star River, transforming into a torrent of the Power of Star River that flowed forward.

At this very moment, the power of the three sword light techniques Jiang Jichen had just executed converged into the Power of a Star River, spreading out into the surrounding void.

The Power of the Star River seemed to move slowly, but in reality, it was so fast that it created an optical illusion.

In an instant, the coalesced Power of the Star River had already enveloped all the attendants of the Peak Masters.

No one could escape, and naturally, no one was spared.

PSHHH!

PSHHH!

PSHHH!

Those attendants who had fled far away, now thousands of meters distant, were directly engulfed by the coalesced Power of the Star River and turned into a mist of blood, dying on the spot.

"Ah, no!"

These once incomparably tyrannical figures were now screaming wretchedly.

They were terrified, desperate, and begging for mercy.

But Jiang Jichen’s expression did not change in the slightest; he was merciless and apathetic to the extreme.

This was a one-sided slaughter!

Jiang Jichen’s power, might, invincibility, and the sheer carnage he wrought were now images deeply seared into their minds.

Perhaps, from this day forward, Jiang Jichen’s fame would be no less than that of the Six Young Venerables.

On Six Paths Peak, all those who had come to besiege and kill Jiang Jichen were now dead.

At this point, even those who had been chasing after other Exotic Treasures paused, staring blankly at the figure on Six Paths Peak.

Han Qing, Little Haas, the Two Beauties of Yunshui, Fang Ying, the Bald Man, Tang Han, Suotu, Mo Yu, and the rest of Jiang Jichen’s followers were all so utterly shocked they were speechless.

Although they knew Jiang Jichen was strong, they had never imagined he could be this powerful.

"Boss, this... isn’t this a little too fierce? I feel like I’m dreaming!"

Han Qing mumbled in disbelief.

Shui Yunyao gazed at Jiang Jichen’s figure, a strange light shimmering in her eyes as she whispered softly, "The Seven-Colored Spiritual Vein... a taboo existence from myths and legends. This is the path to defying All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds!"

Su Xuefei, too, was somewhat dazed as she said, "Unbelievable... truly unbelievable. So this is his real trump card!"

As for the people of the Luochen Sect, seeing that their Sect Leader was such an entity, they felt as if their hearts would burst with excitement.

Around Six Paths Peak, Xuanyuan Qingyi and Ye Rou had yet to show themselves or make a move.

At that moment, the two women were also dumbfounded by the scene.

"Xuanyuan Qingyi, it looks like you’re going to lose your bet. It seems your fate is sealed—you’ll marry Jiang Jichen and let him have his way with you!"

Ye Rou murmured.

"Hmph, not necessarily. The Holy Mountain has sent people. Let’s see if he can even survive their siege this time!"

However, Xuanyuan Qingyi quickly calmed down and said coolly.

As her voice fell, the void above Six Paths Peak trembled, and one figure after another materialized.

There were fifteen people in total, surrounding Jiang Jichen.

Holy Light coiled around their bodies, their power matchless.

They were like celestial soldiers descending upon the world, their heavenly might surging like a tide, stirring the very winds of the sky.

Even Jiang Jichen instantly felt the pressure of life and death.