Chapter 1533 - 444: Heart Mirror Vision from Yu Yan (6k)_4

Another two elders couldn’t help exchanging a glance. One of them patted his shoulder and said, "Stop second-guessing yourself; hurry up and finish the task and leave. It’s not safe to linger here."

Old Song frowned deeply but eventually nodded, chalking it up to his own paranoia.

However, just as he turned—

A sickeningly thick scent of blood suddenly swept in from the direction of the cave entrance!

The three of them stiffened and quickly looked up.

Under the moonlight, a figure had appeared at the entrance at some point, standing silently.

He wore a bamboo hat, its shadow covering his face; only a pair of cold eyes could be seen, staring directly at them.

In his hand, he held a broken sword, its blade stained with blood, and crimson drops continually flowed down the sword’s edge.

"Drip..."

The sound of the blood droplets hitting the ground was clearly audible in the deathly silent cave.

The three elders’ pupils contracted sharply, suddenly realizing—the Nascent Soul subordinates who had been moving iron cages inside had disappeared without a sound!

They swallowed hard, and a thought simultaneously emerged in their minds—kill to keep secrets!

They had done too much dirty work for the Royal Family, and now was it finally their turn to be dealt with?

"Sir... My lord..." One of the elders braced himself and stepped forward, his voice trembling as he tried to explain.

Yet, before he could finish speaking—

"Swish!"

The figure with the bamboo hat suddenly vanished!

In the next moment, an overwhelming pressure descended, suffocatingly terrifying!

The air inside the cave seemed to instantly freeze, as a heavy spiritual pressure crushed down like a mountain, making the ground stones tremble and the iron cages groan under the weight.

"Spirit Severing Realm?!"

All three faces changed dramatically, scared pale.

They had cultivated for nearly fifteen hundred years and had never felt such a terrifying sense of oppression.

This power far exceeded what the current Emperor displayed, turning their inner Spiritual Power sluggish merely from the aura!

"Form a formation!"

Old Song shouted fiercely, and the three instantly stood back-to-back, each summoning their Lifebound Magical Treasure.

"Boom!"

A black banner unfurled, the wind howling furiously!

A goat-bearded elder’s sleeve expelled nine mourning nails, their bodies wrapped in crimson Evil Qi, forming a Killing Array in the air!

The chubby cultivator fiercely slapped his waist, and seven skulls expanded, transforming into the Avatars of Late Stage Ghost Kings, savagely charging forward!

Yet—

"Sizzle!"

A sword’s light flickered like a sudden meteor!

Fast! Unbelievably fast!

The goat-bearded elder hadn’t even seen the sword’s path, only feeling a coldness at his throat.

His eyes widened in terror, watching helplessly as his head parted from his body, and blood spurted like a fountain!

"No—!"

His Primordial Spirit fled in panic, but it hadn’t escaped three yards before a Thunder Arc Sword Qi caught up, instantly shredding it!

"Old Li!" The second chubby cultivator’s eyes nearly burst, frantically urging the seven Ghost Kings to attack.

But the figure with the bamboo hat merely flipped his wrist, lightly shaking the broken sword, causing the seven skulls to fly off simultaneously!

"Puff!"

The chubby cultivator’s chest was pierced by a sword, his Primordial Spirit locked by Sword Intent the moment he left the body, dissolving into blue smoke with a final scream!

Old Song’s heart shattered in fear, biting his tongue to spray out Essence Blood.

Within the blood mist, his figure suddenly blurred, using a Secret Technique that consumed his lifespan to perform a blood escape!

"Trying to escape?"

A hoarse voice sounded in his ear.

Old Song turned his head in horror, seeing the blood-dripping broken sword already aimed at his forehead.

The sword’s cold tip penetrated his bones, locking his Primordial Spirit in place!

"M-My lord, spare..."

"Sizzle!"

Before he could finish speaking, the sword light flashed, obliterating him in body and spirit!

As Old Song’s body fell to the stone ground, blood slowly spread.

And inside the entire cave, besides the scent of blood, only a strange silence remained.

The pregnant women recently brought inside and caged stared blankly at the scene.

In their previously empty gazes, a faint glimmer suddenly appeared—that was a long-lost hope.

Some unconsciously tightened their grip on the iron bars, eagerly looking at Zhou Qing.

Zhou Qing, however, turned silently and strode out of the cave.

Soon, sounds of explosions and heavy thuds echoed from outside.

Once he returned to the cave, the heavy stone door slowly closed behind him, sealing away the last sliver of moonlight.

He walked straight to the darkest corner, sat cross-legged, laid the broken sword across his knees, and began to perform a simple meditation...