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

The killing intent erupted like a volcano that had been dormant for millennia. Instead of tearing the cave apart with violent force, it transformed into countless invisible, sharp threads that quietly spread along the spiritual energy veins of the Great Soul Gate Mountain.

The faint spiritual light that had been flowing in the cracks of the rocks at the top of the cave was instantly frozen, then shattered inch by inch, turning into dust and falling down.

The three-zhang-tall phantom of the God of Slaughter held a blood-patterned longsword, its scarlet eyes slightly turning. Although it made no sound, it caused the entire cave space to begin to distort, and fine cracks appeared on the surface of the stone bed and stone table, as if they would collapse at any moment.

Fan Shanmeng collapsed to the ground, soaked to the bone. The spiritual power from the seventh Xuan Tribulation surged wildly within her body, but was firmly suppressed by that pure killing aura.

Even the fingertips cannot move.

Fan Shanmeng bit her lower lip hard, the taste of blood filling her mouth, but she still couldn't dispel the wailing of the wronged souls echoing in her mind.

Those sounds were not illusions, but were formed from countless resentments condensed from the essence of the God of Slaughter. Each wail carried extreme pain and ferocity, like countless small knives repeatedly cutting into her sea of ​​consciousness.

Fan Shanmeng could clearly see that her protective spiritual power was dissolving at a visible speed, and fine blood spots appeared on the surface of her skin, as if she was about to be torn apart by this killing intent.

"No...impossible..."

Fan Shanmeng's voice was broken and shattered, tears mixed with cold sweat streaming down her cheeks as she exclaimed in shock, "Master Yan Luan said he was just an ordinary Void Tribulation cultivator... This is power that no human could possibly possess!"

Just then, the phantom of the God of Slaughter slowly raised the blood-patterned longsword, its tip pointing towards the dome of the cave.

Without a deafening roar, an extremely condensed killing intent shot out from the tip of the sword, like an invisible arrow piercing through the rock and breaking straight through the Great Soul Gate's protective formation.

The Mountain-Protecting Array is the foundation of the Great Soul Sect. It was personally set up by the Seven-Colored Immortal Venerable and activated by countless soul crystals and ancient spiritual materials. It contains rich soul laws and is enough to withstand the full force of a cultivator in the late stage of the Void Tribulation Realm.

But the moment Lin Che's killing aura touched the light barrier of the great formation, the pale golden light barrier melted away as quickly as thin ice meeting the scorching sun. A pitch-black crack spread out from the point of contact, covering half of the great formation like a spider web.

"Om-"

A muffled roar echoed throughout the entire Great Soul Gate Mountain Range, the alarm runes of the mountain-protecting formation flashed wildly, and a blinding red light dyed half the sky crimson.

The disciples who were cultivating on the various peaks stopped what they were doing and looked up at the source of the alarm, their faces full of astonishment.

"What happened? Was the mountain-protecting formation attacked?"

"Who dares to trespass on my Great Soul Gate? Don't they have a death wish?"

"Look! The great formation has cracked! What's that aura?"

The first to notice the anomaly was the patrolling elder, a cultivator who had undergone the ninth stage of the Profound Tribulation.

He was standing on the Soul-Watching Tower on the east side of the mountain gate, holding the Soul-Patrolling Banner in his hand, when he suddenly felt a chilling killing intent coming with the wind.

The aura was so terrifying that even this seasoned elder couldn't help but tremble. The soul banner in his hand emitted a mournful cry on its own, and most of the hundred or so illusory wronged souls wrapped around it instantly dissipated.

"This...this is the source of slaughter! And it's an extremely pure source of the God of Slaughter!"

The patrolling elder's pupils shrank, and his voice trembled, "This is absolutely not something an ordinary cultivator could possess. Even a cultivator at the early stage of the Void Tribulation realm could not possibly condense such terrifying killing intent!"

Before the words were even finished, the murderous aura swept over the entire Soul-Gazing Tower like a tidal wave.

The tower, forged from millennia-old black iron, began to tremble violently, its surface covered with countless scratches, as if repeatedly slashed by countless invisible swords. The patrolling elder hurriedly summoned his natal soul weapon, a bronze soul shield, attempting to resist the erosion of the killing intent. However, the moment the bronze shield appeared, it was pierced by the killing intent with countless small holes, and the soul patterns on its surface instantly dimmed, rendering it completely useless.

"puff--"

The patrolling elder spat out a mouthful of blood, staggered back several steps, and only managed to regain his balance after crashing into a stone pillar of the Soul-Gazing Tower.

Staring in horror at the source of the murderous aura, which was the secluded cave where Lin Che was, a storm of emotions surged within him: "Is it that cultivator brought by Lü Wenran? What is his background?"

The news spread like wildfire, reaching every peak of the Great Soul Sect at top speed.

On the training ground, thousands of disciples of the Great Soul Sect were cultivating soul-path supernatural powers. Some were activating soul banners to summon wronged souls, while others were practicing soul sword techniques. The scene was bustling with activity.

But the moment the killing intent spread, all the disciples froze.

The swirling phantoms of wronged souls, as if encountering their nemesis, let out terrified screams and instantly dissipated; the soul weapons in their hands lost their luster, and some even shattered.

The disciples with lower cultivation levels coughed up blood on the spot, collapsed to the ground, and convulsed uncontrollably.

A young disciple who had just broken through to the third stage of the Profound Tribulation had a deathly pale face. He clutched his head tightly with both hands and screamed, "Don't come any closer! Don't kill me!"

The person in charge of the training ground was a middle-aged elder whose cultivation had reached the early stage of the Void Tribulation Realm. He was one of the few high-level combatants in the Great Soul Sect.

Seeing this, his expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly summoned a huge soul drum, striking it fiercely. The muffled drumbeats contained the soul's power to soothe the mind, attempting to dispel the terrifying killing intent.

But as soon as the drumbeats began, they were forcefully suppressed by the killing intent. Cracks quickly appeared on the surface of the Soul Drum, and it shattered with a crack, scattering fragments everywhere.

The middle-aged elder's face was ashen as he stared at the direction filled with murderous intent, his eyes filled with solemnity and apprehension.

"This killing intent is too domineering, far exceeding the scope of a Void Tribulation cultivator, and even... purer than the killing intent from the battles of yesteryear!"

The middle-aged elder's words were overheard by the surrounding disciples, instantly causing an even greater commotion, their eyes revealing unimaginable fear.

Lu Wenran stopped, put one hand behind her back, and looked towards the mountaintop, a strange expression in her eyes.

"The origin of the God of Slaughter... It seems that no one has ever been able to condense it in all these years. Wang Teng, you really have impressed me."

A slight smile curved Lu Wenran's lips, and a barely perceptible glint of coldness flashed in her eyes. She thought to herself, "Master, I have obtained the person you needed. Now, all I need is a perfect opportunity to eliminate him."

.........

At this moment, all the disciples of the Great Soul Sect stared wide-eyed in this direction, their eyes filled with disbelief and endless fear.

"What? It's even stronger than the Immortal Venerable's killing intent?"

"Who exactly is that cultivator? Why would Ancestor Qingniu bring such a person into the sect?"

"We're doomed! Is he going to attack our Great Soul Sect?" (End of Chapter)