Chapter 1580: The Killer Is Zhou Qing!

Chapter 1580: Chapter 456: The Killer Is Zhou Qing!

“No!” Xiao Tiance let out a beast-like roar, mustering all his strength to lift the Heaven-Burning Flame Dragon Spear.

The remaining flames on the spear burned wildly; this was his final struggle.

“Crack—”

A crisp sound echoed as his lifebound magical treasure, which had accompanied him for thousands of years, finally succumbed under the suppression of the golden seal and shattered inch by inch.

Xiao Tiance’s whole body shook violently, and blood oozed from all seven orifices simultaneously.

The Spirit Severing Realm physical body he took pride in began to collapse, with cobweb-like cracks appearing on the surface of his skin, and blood gushing forth like a spring.

“Ah—!” Xiao Tiance let out a heart-wrenching scream,

a pain not just from his body, but from the tearing of his Divine Soul, “Zhou Qing! My Xiao Family’s ancestor won’t spare you…”

Before he could finish his sentence, Zhou Qing’s figure instantly appeared in front of him.

A slender finger gently pressed against his forehead, and the purple-gold Thunder Arc spread across his body, forcibly choking off his final vicious words in his throat.

“I’ll be waiting for him.” Zhou Qing’s voice was icy cold, devoid of any warmth in his eyes.

Then, with a wave of his right hand, two streaks of spiritual light flew out from the storage bag and landed on the ground, transforming into two corpses—the Great Elder Xiao Yuanshan and the Second Elder Xiao Yunhai.

Above the corpses, two Primordial Spirits, bound by multicolored runes, floated and continued to struggle.

Zhou Qing formed hand seals, and behind him suddenly appeared a pair of gigantic Blood Wing Illusions.

Without hesitation, he directly enveloped all three in them.

“Blood Wing Illusion·Refine!”

With Zhou Qing’s low shout, the blood-colored wings swiftly closed in.

Inside the wings, countless dense blood-colored runes roved like living creatures, wrapping around the corpses and Primordial Spirits.

“Hiss—Hiss—”

A chilling sound emanated from within the wings.

After only six breaths, the blood-colored wings unfolded again, replaced by five blood-colored crystals the size of eggs.

Zhou Qing waved his hand and stored the five Blood Phoenix Tribulation Crystals into a specially made jade box.

Thereafter, his vast Divine Sense swept out like a tide, instantly covering the entire Xiao Family estate.

The members of the Xiao Family who had been secretly observing suddenly felt as if they had been struck by lightning, each turning pale and collapsing to the ground.

“The murderer is Zhou Qing.” His voice was not loud, yet it clearly resonated in everyone’s ears, “Inform the Yan Family and Liu Family that if they want revenge, they are welcome to find me.”

As the last word fell, Zhou Qing’s figure transformed into a streak of purple-gold radiance, heading straight for the back mountain dungeon.

Where he passed, those Xiao Family cultivators trying to obstruct him didn’t even have time to scream before they exploded into pieces and died.

Their flesh and blood burst in the air, turning into clouds of blood mist, and were drawn by an invisible force, merging into the blood-colored wings behind Zhou Qing.

The entire Xiao Family estate was now deathly silent, followed by a pervasive scent of blood.

…

The back mountain of the Xiao Family!

This was a black stone prison embedded in the mountain, its heavy Profound Iron gates pasted with dark red runes.

Each rune shimmered with a chilling light, squirming like living things.

The air was filled with decay and the scent of blood, with faint moans barely audible from within.

The Divinity Transformation Realm elders who were originally supposed to guard this place had long since been scared out of their wits and vanished without a trace, following the deaths of Xiao Tiance and others.

Zhou Qing’s eyes turned cold as he raised his hand with a wave.

The Purple Gold Thunder Arc shot out like a spiritual snake, instantly tearing apart all the runes on the gates.

With a loud “boom,” the heavy Profound Iron gates were forcibly blasted open.

Blinding sunlight poured in, illuminating the dark and damp interior of the dungeon.

What met the eyes was a scene akin to a human purgatory—

Hundreds of ragged figures huddled in cramped cages, each entangled in black chains covered in binding runes.

Some were already on the brink of death, emaciated to the bone.

Some had broken limbs, their wounds still oozing pus and blood.

Even worse, some had only their weakened Primordial Spirits trapped in special soul bottles, their bodies no longer in existence.

The sudden sunlight made everyone instinctively squint their eyes.

They looked up in confusion, at the silhouetted figure standing in the doorway…