Xian Ni: The God of Killing Returns, Marries Li Muwan at the Beginning

In the Vermilion Bird Starfield, several figures sped toward this direction.

The middle-aged man at the head of the group stood with one hand behind his back, staring at Zhu Que Xing with an air of arrogance, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.

"Is this the Vermilion Bird Star?"

"Immortal Envoy, this star shall be left to my brother and me to deal with!"

Behind Sikong Zhen, a middle-aged cultivator slowly walked out.

His cultivation level had not yet reached the Yin Void stage; he was only at the Great Perfection stage. When he looked at Sikong Zhen, the respect in his eyes was almost overflowing. His companion, who looked very much like him, also bowed in greeting.

Sikong Zhen glanced sideways at Zhuquexing, his eyes brimming with undisguised contempt.

With his cultivation level, destroying this planet would be a piece of cake. Upon hearing this, he lazily said, "I'll give you the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. Slaughter all the cultivators on this planet."

"Rest assured, Immortal Envoy!"

The two brothers burst into laughter, and one of them even raised his voice, saying, "Why would we need an incense stick's worth of time for such a low-level cultivation star? Half an hour is enough!"

Before he finished speaking, he leaped into the air with a sinister grin on his face, his body transforming into a blazing meteor, accompanied by a thunderous roar as he charged toward Vermilion Bird Star.

The cultivator behind him also had a fierce look in his eyes, and his figure followed closely behind like lightning.

The two were incredibly fast; in just a few breaths, they tore through the sky, crashed straight through the outer layer of gale-force winds around the Vermilion Bird Star, and slammed heavily to the ground.

Amidst billowing smoke and dust, two figures filled with murderous intent descended upon this turbulent land.

Before the smoke and dust had even cleared, two figures stood upright amidst the ruins.

The twin cultivators shook the dust off their robes. The one on the left wiped his mouth with his hand and looked at the Vermilion Bird Kingdom cultivators who had gathered around due to the tremor. His eyes were filled with undisguised killing intent.

"It seems that the cultivators on this broken star are more vigilant than I imagined."

The cultivator on the right was playing with a ball of spiritual energy condensed at his fingertips, within which tiny lightning bolts could be faintly seen crackling.

"Brother, stop talking nonsense. Lord Sikong is still waiting outside the stars. Let's finish this quickly so we can go back and collect our reward."

Before he finished speaking, the man flipped his wrist, and the ball of spiritual energy suddenly surged, transforming into a lightning pillar as thick as a bowl, which blasted towards the nearest group of Vermilion Bird Kingdom guards.

Before the guards could even raise their standard-issue longswords, they were crushed into charred powder by the lightning bolts, not even having a chance to scream.

"presumptuous!"

Zhang Kuang roared, drawing his longsword with a clear dragon's cry, the sword energy shattering the remaining lightning.

Zhang Kuang moved with lightning speed, his sword pointing directly at the throat of the cultivator on the right: "How dare you run wild on the territory of the Vermilion Bird Kingdom!"

The cultivator on the right sneered, neither dodging nor avoiding, until the sword tip was less than three inches from his throat, at which point he suddenly raised his hand and gripped the sword with his five fingers forming a claw.

Zhang Kuang felt a violent current surge through his meridians along the sword, making his arm numb and causing his tiger's mouth to split open instantly.

"Aiming for the mid-stage?"

The cultivator on the right casually twisted the sword, causing the arrogant longsword to contort and deform like a pretzel. "Is this all the skill you have? You dare to call yourself the guardian of the Vermilion Bird Kingdom?"

"Brother Zhang Kuang, step back!"

Li Qiqing's voice, carrying the pressure of spiritual power, came through. He stepped with profound footwork, and nine phantom images of Vermilion Birds formed from flames appeared around him. "Let me meet you two."

The cultivator on the left narrowed his eyes: "Oh? Finally, someone decent has arrived. Judging from your spiritual energy fluctuations, you must be Zhu Quezi from this abandoned cultivation star, right?"

Li Qiqing ignored the other party's question, and instead formed a hand seal. Nine firebirds circled upwards and merged into a giant firebird in mid-air.

"This is my home. If you want war, then let's fight!"

"You're courting death!" The cultivator on the left finally got serious. He slapped his storage bag at his waist, and a blood-red banner flew out. The moment the banner unfolded, countless shrill souls roared and rushed out, actually suppressing the surrounding flames and dimming them slightly.

"Blood Soul Banner?!"

Li Qiqing's expression changed drastically, and he glared fiercely at the man in front of him, saying, "Didn't the Cultivation Alliance explicitly prohibit Blood Soul Technique? Sikong Zhen actually dares to use it even on you!"

"Explicitly prohibited?"

The cultivator on the left laughed wildly: "Once we destroy this broken star of yours, who will care about these things? Prepare to die!"

The Blood Soul Banner shook violently, and souls surged toward Li Qiqing like a tide.

Just then, a pink streak of light suddenly attacked from the side, cleaving the group of spirits in half.

The Enchantress wielded a slender sword, pink flames leaping across its blade. The evil spirits that touched the flames let out shrill screams and instantly turned to ashes.

"The ants of the Cultivation Alliance are even more ignorant of their own mortality than the rumors suggest."

Meiji's voice carried a chilling killing intent as she indifferently said, "Do you really think that just because you two have reached the Great Perfection stage, you can flatten the Vermilion Bird Kingdom?"

"A Yin-deficient cultivator..."

The cultivator on the right's eyes darkened, and he threatened, "The Enchanting Beauty of the Immortal Remnant Clan? Wasn't it rumored that you were in seclusion? It seems the information was wrong."

"If I wanted to kill you, why would I need to go into seclusion?"

Meiji pointed her slender sword at the two of them, her voice still icy and chilling: "Today I will show you that Vermilion Bird Star is not a bone that anyone can gnaw on."

"Insanity!"

The two cultivators exchanged a glance and simultaneously unleashed their full spiritual power.

The blood-soul banner of the cultivator on the left released an even denser black mist, while the cultivator on the right summoned heavenly lightning, with purple lightning churning in the clouds, seemingly poised to turn the sky above the imperial city into a thunder prison.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Li Qiqing gathered his spiritual power and concentrated the remaining energy of the city-protecting formation in front of him, forming a thick wall of fire.

"Ancestor Meiji, their cultivation techniques complement each other; a direct confrontation would likely not be advantageous for them!"

Mei Ji was well aware of this. She could sense that although the spiritual power of the twin cultivators had not reached the Yin Deficiency level, their coordination was terrifying due to years of practicing together.

The Yin energy of the Blood Soul Banner intertwined with the violent power of the heavenly thunder, forming a strange balance that made it difficult for her fire spiritual power to completely suppress.

"Then let's break their coordination first!"

Suddenly, Meiji's figure blurred, transforming into dozens of pink figures that simultaneously attacked the two cultivators on the left and right.

This clone technique was originally intended to confuse the enemy, but now it had a deeper meaning: she wanted to force one of them to lose their composure first.

As expected, when the cultivator on the left saw the clone attacking his younger brother, he subconsciously activated the Blood Soul Banner to defend.

In that instant of hesitation, a real pink sword light pierced through the black mist and went straight for his heart!
"Brother be careful!"

The cultivator on the right roared and summoned heavenly lightning to strike the sword light, but it was blocked for a moment by Li Qiqing's wall of fire. In that instant, the sword light had already torn through the clothes of the cultivator on the left, leaving a trail of blood beads.

"puff!"

The monk on the left staggered backward, staring incredulously at the wound on his chest.

"You can actually distinguish the real body from the real one?"

Meiji sheathed her sword and stood there, a cold smile playing on her lips: "Although clones can bewitch people, they cannot deceive the trajectory of spiritual energy flow. Your cooperation is nothing special."

(End of this chapter)