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

Sikong Zhen stared at the Vermilion Bird Star before him, took a deep breath, and sneered, "It really is a long-lost scent. It's just a pity that the spiritual energy here is less than one-tenth of what it used to be. Otherwise, I should be able to take a few breaths."

Upon seeing Sikong Zhen suddenly appear, Cui Zhi, the fifth ancestor of the Immortal Remnant Clan, immediately flew over and bowed to Sikong Zhen in front of him.

"Junior Cui Zhi, the fifth ancestor of the Immortal Remnant Clan, pays respects to Senior Sikong Zhen!"

Sikong Zhen glanced at Cui Zhi beside him and sneered disdainfully, "You lowly thing, you have no right to stand beside me. Kneel down and speak."

Cui Zhi's face was ashen, his heart filled with resentment. He clearly hadn't expected Sikong Zhen to say such a thing to him.

If it weren't for me back then, the Vermilion Bird Star would never have been so easily breached, and the disciples of the Hengyue Sect would never have become what they are today.

However, Cui Zhi dared not be negligent. After all, his life was now in this guy's hands. If he didn't kneel on the ground, they would surely die.

Cui Zhi knelt in mid-air and kowtowed to Sikong Zhen in front of him: "Junior Cui Zhi greets Senior Sikong Zhen."

"That's pretty much it."

Sikong Zhen snorted disdainfully, while looking at the sixth-level cultivation country in front of him, the Zhao Kingdom.

As his divine sense spread, it quickly enveloped the entire Zhao Kingdom. With just a glance, he could cause the souls of all living beings there to vanish.

Sikong Zhen's figure transformed into a streak of purple lightning within the territory of Zhao, and wherever he passed, the roar of exploding spiritual energy and the screams of cultivators intertwined into a bloody web.

The lightning that flickered from his fingertips was like a hungry wolf pouncing on its prey. The protective aura of a Core Formation cultivator was as brittle as thin ice in the purple lightning. Even the spiritual light that the Nascent Soul elder had summoned with all his might from his natal magic treasure was only enough to last a breath before being crushed into dust.

In just half an hour, the mountain gates of the three major sects of Zhao Kingdom were reduced to ashes. The surviving cultivators knelt down and begged for mercy, but were charred by the electric current he casually swung.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of burnt blood. Sikong Zhen licked his lips, his eyes filled with a savage glee. These beings, whom he considered like ants, didn't even deserve his serious attention.

"This is really interesting! The feeling of slaughtering ants is truly delightful!"

Sikong Zhen stopped abruptly as he passed the central square of the Hengyue Sect.

In the center of Hengyue Mountain stood a white jade statue. The young man on the statue was dressed in a plain Taoist robe, standing with his hands behind his back, and a faint smile in his eyes. It was Lin Che.

In that instant, the sinister smile on Sikong Zhen's face froze, and his pupils suddenly contracted, as if he had seen something unbelievable.

Sikong Zhen subconsciously raised his hand and pressed it to his brow. The surging lightning within him suddenly became disordered, emitting a series of crackling sounds.

"This is impossible……"

Sikong Zhen murmured in a low voice, his voice trembling without him even realizing it.

The aura emanating from the statue was so faint as to be almost nonexistent, yet it was like an invisible needle, precisely piercing the deepest, most feared part of his soul.

That was Lin Che's unique Daoist aura, seemingly gentle yet capable of suppressing all evil. Even though it was just a statue, even though it had been eroded by time, it still carried a terrifying power that made his soul tremble.

Sikong Zhen quickly recovered and recovered from his shock: "You scared the hell out of me. I thought Lin Che had come back. Turns out it's a magic artifact statue."

"The energy in my body should have been exhausted before. This magic weapon can only exert the energy of the early stage of Nirvana at most, which is nothing to worry about."

Sikong Zhen burst into wild laughter, his eyes gleaming. In one step, he stood directly in front of the statue, raised his right hand, and slammed it down hard, shouting, "Break!"

He dared not provoke Lin Che, so he could only vent his anger in this way. Just as he raised his hand, Zhang Kuang and Li Qiqing, who were sitting cross-legged in the square below the statue, also stared at Sikong Zhen without fear.

"You destroyed your senior brother's statue, you are doomed!"

Sikong Zhen paused with his right hand, his gaze falling on Zhang Kuang, and he sneered, "Don't even mention destroying a statue, even if Lin Che came in person, I wouldn't take him seriously!"

In an instant, Sikong Zhen raised his right hand, about to strike, but at that very moment, a penetrating and endless chill suddenly swept over him.

A sound as cold as the depths of winter suddenly echoed across the Vermilion Bird Star!
"Say it to me again!"

The chill of that sound could freeze the heavens and the earth!

"Lin Che!!"

Sikong Zhen felt as if he had been struck on the head. His face turned pale instantly, and without hesitation, he immediately stepped back. All the color drained from his face, and he was terrified, his mind reeling.

"We cannot fight, retreat immediately!"
As he retreated, Sikong Zhen spat out a mouthful of blood, but without thinking, he unleashed a blood escape technique that damaged his own cultivation. As for Lin Che, he had felt a strong fear of him since they were in the First Line of Heaven.

Sikong Zhen's eyes widened in horror. As he spat out blood, his entire body was enveloped in a bloody light. In an instant, he transformed into a blood shadow and retreated at an unimaginable speed!

This speed of blood escape is silent and stealthy, yet it is several times faster than lightning. With a single retreat, it will be out of Vermilion Bird Star in the blink of an eye.

However, before he could even leave this place, the surrounding space was instantly sealed off. Not to mention Nirvana cultivators, even Pure Nirvana cultivators could not leave this place.

"I told you, you can't escape."

With one hand behind his back, Lin Che instantly appeared in front of Sikong Zhen. The surging energy spread outwards like a raging storm, tearing the void on both sides in two.

"It really is you, Lin Che, you brat!"

Lin Che grabbed Sikong Zhen by the neck and said coldly, "What are you? A mere ant at the early stage of Nirvana, yet you dare to be presumptuous in front of me."

Sikong Zhen was terrified and kept begging for mercy: "No, don't kill me! If you kill me, the Cultivation Alliance will not let you off!"

Lin Che twitched his fingertips slightly, and a wisp of pale blue spiritual energy burrowed into Sikong Zhen's body along his neck. The spiritual energy seemed gentle, but it gnawed at the thunder power in his meridians like a maggot clinging to bone.

"Cultivation Alliance?"

Lin Che chuckled lightly, his laughter carrying a chilling undertone. "Do you think they can still protect you now?"

Before he finished speaking, the spiritual power within Sikong Zhen's body suddenly exploded violently, but was forcibly suppressed back into his dantian the instant it touched Lin Che's fingertips.

He could clearly feel that his cultivation, which he had painstakingly cultivated for a thousand years, was collapsing at a visible speed. His early Nirvana Realm was like a paper lantern, crumbling inch by inch under Lin Che's pressure.

"Spare me... Senior Lin, spare me!"

Sikong Zhen's voice had long lost its previous arrogance, leaving only a dying sob.

"This junior was blind and should not have coveted Vermilion Bird Star, much less have spoken ill of you, senior... I beg you, for the sake of the Cultivation Alliance, spare my life!"

(End of this chapter)