Daqin Zhentiansi

Zhang Yuan's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot where the demon weapon fragments had not yet dissipated!
In the next instant, he appeared before the head of the Lava Saint's enormous demonic body!

His speed was so fast that it surpassed light and shadow, as if the distance of space had lost its meaning in front of him!

"cut!"

The Dragon Sparrow Blade transformed into a golden flash that tore through the long night!

The blade gleamed, containing an overbearing will and pure power that was supremely yang and unyielding, capable of burning away all wilderness.

This cut has no fancy trajectory, only a straight line symbolizing "absolute cutting"!

The target was the Lava Sage's neck, which was made of molten lava!
This is the embodiment of power and destruction!

"Destroy!"

Autumn Cold Blade followed closely behind, drawing a dark and icy arc, like the River Styx flowing out from the Netherworld!
The blade flashed silently, leaving behind a black, frozen mark in the air.

This strike, imbued with the pinnacle of Zhang Yuanyu's divine soul's killing intent and profound meaning of annihilation, was aimed directly at the core of the Lava Great Sage's divine soul!

This is a decisive blow that eradicates the root cause!

One strike to the death!

One strike to sever the soul!

The fusion of two swords is—the Martial Way of Heaven and Man!
Absolute Kill in the Sacred Realm!

"Pfft——!"

Dragon Sparrow Golden Rainbow cut into the supposedly indestructible neck of the Lava Great Sage without any hindrance!
The Great Sage's Demonic Body, with its vast and unfathomable defenses, was utterly useless before this pure power and deadly blade, refined to the extreme!

The enormous demon head and the shattered demon body suddenly separated!
What gushed out was not magma, but primordial demonic blood that seemed to have been instantly burned into blue smoke by the Dragon Sparrow Golden Flame!

"Om-!"

Almost the instant the demon leader took flight, the dark light of the Autumn Cold Blade had already pierced the demon leader's brow!
The blazing demonic flame that symbolized the original divine soul of the Lava Saint, like the scorching sun, emitted a silent, mournful shriek, instantly frozen and torn apart by the chilling aura of returning to nothingness and the will of annihilation on the Autumn Cold Blade!
The terrifying demonic soul at the Great Sage level, like a candle flickering in the wind, suddenly shattered into pieces!
"Hunting!"

Yin Jiuyou's icy voice rang out like a ghostly shadow!

He seized this once-in-a-lifetime moment, his figure transforming into a writhing, all-consuming dark shadow.

Countless chains of the underworld, thinner than a hair yet gleaming with ancient underworld runes such as “seal,” “ban,” and “lock,” emerged with unparalleled precision from the void.

Like a swarm of sharks smelling blood, it plunged fiercely into the shattered, vibrating fragments of the demonic soul! It firmly locked onto every wisp of remnant soul's aura!
"town!"

Lu Tianchu's furious roar was like thunder!

The massive Demon-Suppressing Tower shone with dazzling light, its base opening up and unleashing a terrifying suction force capable of swallowing the heavens and earth!
With the help of Yin Jiuyou's chains, the tower swallowed the headless, still instinctively twitching and clawing body of the Lava Great Sage, along with all the locked fragments of his soul!
The Demon-Sealing Tower trembled violently, and thousands of runes on its surface flowed wildly, sealing and reinforcing it layer by layer!
The interior resounded with resentful rumbling and roars, but eventually fell silent!
The whole process was fast!

It was so fast that the remaining demon army didn't even have time to react!
It was so fast that all the cultivators on the Immortal Island who witnessed it, whether they were the newly rescued Venerable Xuanzhen, Granny Yuji, or the disciples covered in blood, were completely stunned into a daze!

That terrifying Lava Saint, as imposing as a mountain, whose aura could crush stars...

That terrifying being that had just unleashed the devastating power of "Yi Hong," plunging the Immortal Island into despair...

His natal demonic weapon was shattered by Zhang Yuan, the Marquis of Qingyang, with a single punch!
Then, with twin swords, he severed his body and soul!
In the end, he was captured and sealed away by the two chiefs of the Great Qin Heavenly Suppression Division using the Netherworld Chains and the Demon-Suppressing Tower!

The Great Sage, fallen?
The Great Sage has been sealed off?

"Dead? Dead? Suppressed?!" An elder from the immortal island, dressed in a gray robe, collapsed to the ground, his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets, his lips trembling, and he was incoherent.

"Twin blades, slay the Great Sage..." Granny Yuji looked at her chapped hands, then at the figure in black robes standing at the bow of the ship, wielding twin blades, his aura as deep as the sea. She felt a chill run from her feet to the top of her head, her whole body icy cold. "We, like frogs in a well, thought that the Saint Realm was the pinnacle... Today, we finally know the vastness of the world, and what it means to be a Saint of slaughter!"

Master Xuanzhen struggled to his feet and looked in the direction of the Zhenhai Ship.

The entire shattered battlefield of the immortal island fell into a deathly silence.

All that remained was the mournful wail of blood being swept away by the wind, and the occasional dull, desperate final impact echoing from within the Demon-Suppressing Tower.

Zhang Yuan remained expressionless, his wrist flicking slightly.

"Qiang! Qiang!"

The dragon and sparrow return to red, the autumn chill enters the ink.

The slight tremor of the twin swords returning to their sheaths sounded unusually crisp against the deathly silence of the sea and sky.

The bow of the ship fluttered gently, the figure as steady as a rock, only the deep eyes reflected the embers of the burning demonic blood below.

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The massive Zhenhaizhou ship crushed the surging dark blue waves and slowly approached the giant island that had been baptized by blood and fire.

The once magnificent palaces and pavilions, shrouded in flowing clouds and celestial mists, are now mostly reduced to ruins.

On the scorched ground, the lingering demonic energy clashed and intertwined with the pure celestial energy, emitting a hissing sound.

The broken barrier's light flickered uncertainly, like a dying breath.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, gunpowder, and the smell of the sea, telling the story of the fierce battle that had just ended.

Several powerful cultivators at the Dao Inquiry Realm, led by Venerable Xuanzhen and Granny Yuji, along with a group of Immortal Island disciples who looked disheveled but were forcing themselves to stay upright, were already waiting in front of the only remaining intact giant white jade pier.

They looked at the dark, menacing Qin fleet with a complex expression, a mixture of shock, gratitude, shame, and a hint of unspeakable awe.

"Xuanzhen, Yuji, along with the remaining disciples, respectfully welcome the arrival of Marquis Qingyang of Great Qin and his royal army!" Master Xuanzhen's voice trembled slightly as he and Granny Yuji bowed in greeting.

The dark mass of people behind him immediately knelt down.

So what if they are cultivators?

Even in the face of absolute power, one must bow down.

Zhang Yuan stepped off the waves and landed on the dock, with Yu Wanjun, Yin Jiuyou and other core subordinates behind him.

His black robes fluttered in the wind as his gaze swept over the shattered immortal island, finally settling on Xuanzhen and the others. He nodded slightly and said, "Please rise, seniors. Demons are vicious and unruly. As fellow human beings, it is our duty to help and support each other."

Granny Yuji looked at Zhang Yuan's excessively young face, and then recalled the earth-shattering feat of slaying demon soldiers and splitting the soul of the Great Sage with her twin swords, and felt a mix of emotions in her heart.

The Immortal Island claims to protect Yongtian Continent, but it turns out that Yongtian Continent has become so powerful.

Master Xuanzhen sighed and led Zhang Yuan toward the relatively well-preserved "Yangqi Pavilion" on the island.

Along the way, all they saw were shocking scenes of destruction. Occasionally, they could see groups of three or five immortal island cultivators silently clearing the ruins and treating the wounded. Their gazes toward Zhang Yuan and his group were filled with awe and curiosity.

Inside the Yangqi Pavilion, the aroma of tea wafts gently.

"Master Xuanzhen, I come from the Great Qin Dynasty. May I ask the name of this island?" Zhang Yuan, who was sitting upright, looked up and gazed ahead. (End of Chapter)