The Heavens: Man Covers the Heavens, Refines Treasures to Become an Emperor

The flesh around the wound had a strange, lifeless, grayish-brown color, and that grayness was spreading and eroding rapidly in all directions at a visible speed, like ink dripping into clear water!

"Hiss..." Even though Jiang Xuan did it himself, seeing the effect with his own eyes, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart again.

The destructive power of this "Bow of No Truth" is not merely physical annihilation, but also carries a bizarre force that strips away the very essence of life! Those struck by it die instantly, their wounds horrifying to behold!

"What a magnificent Wudi! What a magnificent bow of annihilation!"

Jiang Xuan murmured, his eyes filled with deeper apprehension, but his determination to control such immense power also grew stronger.

He quickly bent down, searched the lean man's body, found several unidentified waist tags and some miscellaneous items, and without lingering, turned and disappeared into the deeper darkness of the passage.

He pushed open the exit disguised as an abandoned pile of stones, and the torrential rain instantly engulfed him.

The cold rain hitting his face did not extinguish the flames in his heart; instead, it made the chilling killing intent even clearer and more intense!
In Yanxia City, torrential rain poured down.

A thick curtain of rain connected heaven and earth, shrouding this bustling city in a oppressive gray-white mist.

The streets were deserted, save for the gurgling sound of rainwater washing over the bluestone slabs and the occasional dull dripping sound from the eaves.

But beneath this deathly still rain curtain, a silent hunt has already begun!

Jiang Xuan's figure was like a ghost blending into the rainy night, swiftly darting through empty streets, abandoned houses, and dark corners.

He is no longer a desperate prey, but has transformed into the deadliest hunter!
In the south of the city, there is a narrow back alley.

Three cultivators from the outer perimeter of the Yuan family were patrolling in the rain, their eyes scanning the surroundings warily.

"Damn it, this awful weather! Where could that kid possibly hide?"

One person cursed under his breath.

"Stop talking nonsense and be careful! I heard Lu Zhong has already fallen..." The other person hadn't finished speaking.

call out!
A gray glint suddenly shot out from the rain curtain on the side roof!
puff!puff!puff!
Three extremely faint sounds, like bubbles bursting, rang out almost simultaneously.

The three cultivators froze abruptly, and a small, grayish hole appeared simultaneously between their eyebrows or on their chests.

Their eyes instantly lost their light, and before they could even utter a scream, they fell straight down into the muddy puddle like three pieces of rotten wood.

The rain quickly washed away the pale red stains spreading beneath them, making the ashen wounds stand out starkly in the rain.

On the second floor of an abandoned warehouse in the west of the city.

Two lookouts from the Biguang Pavilion were hiding behind the leaky window frame.

"Still no news from Steward Chang? This is..."

call out!
The words stopped abruptly.

A gray beam pierced through the decaying wooden wall, precisely striking the speaker's temple. Its momentum didn't wane; it then pierced the throat of another person beside him! The two men went limp and collapsed onto the dusty floor, only the sound of rain outside the window continuing.

East of the city, under the archway connecting the main street.

Four cultivators belonging to a small faction were huddled together, sheltering from the rain, and discussing in hushed tones the next area of ​​their search.

"That kid's injured, he can't have gone far! Let's wait until the rain lets up..."

call out!call out!call out!call out!
Four streaks of gray light, like invitations from the Grim Reaper, shot into the bridge arch from different angles of the rain without warning!

Puff puff puff!

The four muffled thuds were almost simultaneous.

The four men shuddered simultaneously, and gray flowers of death burst forth from their vital points. Before they could even register a look of astonishment, they were already dead. In the murky water of the bridge arch, several eerie gray-red streaks quickly appeared.

The silent gray light is the most deadly whisper in the rainy night.

Every slight tremor of the bowstring is accompanied by the silent passing of life.

Fear, like a plague, spread rapidly among the cultivators participating in the siege as corpses were discovered in the rain.

They couldn't find any trace of the attackers, or even hear the vibration of any bowstring! Their companions fell silently, leaving only a gray hole exuding an aura of death between their eyebrows or in their hearts. This kind of death was more chilling than any torture!
An hour later.

In the north of the city, near the slums, in a dead-end alley overflowing with sewage.

Seven or eight corpses lay scattered in the mud and sewage. Blood mixed with rainwater, pooling in low-lying areas to form dark red puddles that emitted a strong stench of blood that was difficult to dissipate quickly even under the torrential rain.

The corpses died in various ways, but without exception, they all had that signature, smooth-edged gray wound in vital areas.

Several cultivators who had just arrived, belonging to different factions, stared pale-faced at the carnage before them.

Rain streamed down their stiff faces, but it couldn't extinguish the fear in their eyes.

"What...what the hell is going on?"

A young cultivator's voice trembled, and his legs shook.

"Silently...without even a trace...they're all dead?"

"Was it Jiang Xuan who did it?"

The other person's voice was dry and filled with disbelief.

"He's at the Gang Realm all by himself... How is that possible?!"

"No! Absolutely not!"

An older cultivator scanned the dense rain curtain around him with fear, as if a ferocious demon was hiding within it, ready to devour its prey.

"This technique...this power...this is something that no one in the Human Qi Realm could possibly achieve!"
He must have hired help! Was it Tingyulou? Or some other, even more terrifying assassin organization?

"We...we are simply no match for an enemy like this!"

Fear, like a cold, venomous snake, coils around everyone's heart.

"How can we fight when we can't even find where they are? This isn't an encirclement...this is clearly suicide!"

"Retreat! Retreat quickly! Send the message back!"

The older cultivator made a decisive decision, his voice filled with barely suppressed terror.

"This is beyond our control! If we stay any longer, we'll be next!"

The shadow of death and the fear of the unknown completely crushed their will.

These cultivators had lost all will to fight and only wanted to escape this neighborhood shrouded in death as soon as possible.

They turned around in terror and tried to run towards the alley entrance.

However, in the instant they turned around...
*Swoosh!* A clear, cold, and chilling sound, carrying a piercing killing intent, ripped through the raging rain without warning, like the pronouncement of death, suddenly echoing in the night ahead of the alleyway!

The sound wasn't loud, but it clearly pierced through the sound of the pouring rain, like an ice pick stabbing into the eardrums of several cultivators, reaching straight to their hearts, which were filled with extreme fear!
The men froze instantly, their blood seemingly freezing in that instant! An indescribable chill, originating from the depths of their souls, rendered them unable to move even a finger. They could only stare wide-eyed in terror at the alleyway swallowed by the torrential rain and darkness from which the sound of the blade had come!

In the center of Yanxia City, stands the Guanchao Pavilion.

The enormous palace was brightly lit, illuminating the carved beams and painted rafters in a magnificent and resplendent manner.

However, the atmosphere inside the hall was even more oppressive, anxious, and even tinged with panic than the raging rain outside.

The leading figures or core members representing the major powerful families in the city are no longer as composed and calculating as before.

They paced restlessly on the luxuriously carpeted floor, stared intently at the dark rain outside the hall with gloomy expressions, or picked up and put down their teacups in frustration, making a crisp yet jarring clinking sound.

Three full hours had passed! Outside, the rain was pouring down and the sky was already completely dark. The men sent out to surround and kill Jiang Xuan had vanished without a trace. Apart from a few scattered, vague, and even contradictory pieces of information, there wasn't a single definite piece of good news!
"Trash! A bunch of trash!"

Finally, someone couldn't hold back any longer and slammed the teacup in his hand to the ground, shattering the expensive porcelain into pieces instantly! It was an elder of the Yuan family, his hair and beard bristling, furious beyond measure.

"Hundreds of people! And a Di Gang Realm expert backing them up! They can't even capture a mere Yi Gang Realm brat? Three hours have passed! Not a single word has come back! Are they all just sitting around doing nothing?!"

"Elder Yuan, please calm down."

A steward from the Qi family, standing nearby, seemed to be offering words of comfort, but his tone was equally cold.

"Getting angry now won't help. The key is... this situation is too abnormal! Even if that kid is a slippery eel, with so many people casting a net, there should be some movement by now!"

"It's more than just no movement!"

The voice of another small family that was affiliated with Biguang Pavilion trembled.

"My last squad that I sent out completely lost contact half an hour ago! The communication jade slip is unresponsive... I'm afraid... their chances of survival are slim!"

"mine too!"

"And the spies I sent out!"

Panic erupted like a drop of water thrown into a hot oil pan! All sorts of ominous speculations spread throughout the hall.

All eyes, like sharp arrows, were finally drawn to Qi Tianxing, who sat beside the main seat and whose face was equally grim!
He was the initiator and actual coordinator of this joint operation, and also the highest representative of the Biguang Pavilion in this area!
"Sect Master Qi!"

The elder of the Yuan family stepped forward and questioned him sternly.

"Where is Chang Henshui of your Azure Light Pavilion? Didn't he take Mr. Canfeng with him? Where are they? And what about those Earthly Realm experts?! Why is there no news of them at all?!"

"That's right! Pavilion Master Qi! Your Azure Light Pavilion patted its chest and guaranteed that everything would be foolproof! What's going on now?!"

Immediately, others echoed this sentiment, their tone filled with skepticism and dissatisfaction.

"Even if Jiang Xuan had three heads and six arms, could he really cause trouble under the noses of Mr. Canfeng and several Earthly Realm experts? Where is he now? There should be an explanation!"

Faced with a barrage of questions and veiled accusations, Qi Tianxing felt a surge of anger rush to his head, and his temples throbbed.

He also wanted to know what was going on! Chang Henshui's last message only said that he had caught up with the target and was about to encircle him! After that, he vanished as if he had disappeared into thin air! Canfeng... that silver-ranked assassin from Tingyu Tower whom even he feared, was also nowhere to be found!

"enough!"

Qi Tianxing slammed his hand on the rosewood table in front of him, making a loud "bang," and shouted sternly, trying to quell the noise in the hall.

"Shut up, all of you! What's the panic?! The situation isn't even clear yet, what kind of behavior is this, throwing ourselves into disarray!"

He forcefully suppressed his unease, his sharp gaze sweeping across the entire area before finally settling on the direction of the palace gate, and he shouted in a deep voice.

"Where's Chang Henshui?! Tell him to get in here right now! I need to know what's going on outside!"

As if in response to his call, the palace doors were suddenly pushed open, bringing in a chilly rain and a strong smell of blood!

Chang Henshui appeared at the doorway.

The head steward of the Azure Light Pavilion in Yanxia City was nowhere to be seen at this moment, his usual shrewdness and competence gone. He was soaked to the bone, his face ashen, his lips bloodless, and his eyes filled with undisguised horror and...fear!
His steps were unsteady; he almost stumbled into the hall, leaving wet footprints on the luxurious carpet with each step.

“Pavilion…Pavilion Master…” Chang Henshui’s voice was dry and hoarse, like sandpaper being rubbed, and trembling violently.

He knelt down on one knee in front of Qi Tianxing with a thud, his head bowed deeply, as if he had used all his strength to squeeze out the despairing news from his throat.

"It's over...it's all over!"

"Lu Zhong...Young Master Lu Zhong...was publicly beheaded by Jiang Xuan at the entrance of the East Market!"

"Mr. Canfeng... Mr. Canfeng is also... dead! His body is gone! Only a pool of... ashes remains at the scene!"

"Our people... all the elites we sent out... including those Earthly Realm experts... I'm afraid... I'm afraid most of them have been lost! Of those who returned... less than one in ten survived! That Jiang Xuan... that Jiang Xuan is not even human!"
He's a devil! A vengeful spirit that takes lives!

boom.!

Chang Henshui's words were like a thunderclap from the heavens, striking the heads of everyone in Guanchao Pavilion!
Dead!

A deathly silence instantly enveloped the entire hall! You could hear a pin drop!

The expressions on everyone's faces froze, a mixture of shock, fear, disbelief... making their faces look distorted and comical.

"Lu Zhong...is he dead?"

"Lingering wind...no trace of remains?"

"Losses...more than half? Even Earthly Realm cultivators..."

After a brief silence, a tsunami of uproar and terror erupted!

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

Someone screamed.

"Young Master Lu Zhong...that's the Lu family's prodigy! And Canfeng...the silver-ranked assassin of Tingyu Tower...how could he possibly have died in one..."
indivual…"

"It's over...it's all over...what kind of monster have we provoked..."

"Quickly! Send a message back to the family! We need help! We absolutely must get help!"

Immense fear and utter loss of control instantly overwhelmed these usually aloof and powerful figures.

They no longer cared about their manners, screaming in panic like ants on a hot plate.

Qi Tianxing, who was sitting next to the main seat, felt as if he had been struck hard in the chest by an invisible hammer the moment Chang Henshui uttered the words "Mr. Canfeng is also dead!"
His body swayed violently, and his face instantly drained of all color, becoming even paler than Chang Henshui! A bone-chilling cold shot from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head, as if he had instantly fallen into an icy abyss!
His eyes were glazed over as he stared blankly at Chang Henshui, who was kneeling on the ground trembling. He then glanced around at the chaotic crowd in the hall, his lips trembling, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Canfeng...is dead?
The top assassin from Tingyu Tower, whom even he had to be careful to deal with... is dead?
The elite forces that Biguangge had accumulated over many years in Yanxia City... have been largely lost?
All of this… is it because of that young man at the Human Realm named Jiang Xuan? (End of Chapter)