Fantasy: I, the Great Celestial Venerable of the Dao

Wang Baobao roared first and threw a punch!

The fist imprint transformed into a roaring black giant wolf, carrying terrifying power that could tear through the void, and rushed straight at Sima Cuo!

Almost simultaneously, the other ten people made their move!

Eleven different attacks, each powerful enough to split mountains and sever rivers.

At this moment, they converged into a destructive torrent, completely engulfing the entire canyon!

Space is groaning, cliffs are collapsing, and the earth is cracking!

The Qin guards were deathly pale; under such pressure, even breathing became difficult.

Sima Cuo roared and was about to burn his life essence to unleash a life-or-death secret technique.

In that very instant!

"Clang!!!"

A voice that was extremely soft and faint, yet crystal clear.

Without warning, it resonated deep within everyone's soul.

That wasn't a sound heard with the ears, but a sword cry that exploded directly from the soul!

Immediately afterwards, an indescribable chill, like millions of ice needles piercing into the bone marrow.

It has ruthlessly invaded every corner of everyone's body and soul!

Time seemed to be stretched out infinitely.

The terrifying attack from eleven Celestial Immortals slowly advanced through the air.

The speed slowed down more and more, and finally... it froze.

No, it's not solidification.

It was "frozen".

He was struck by a murderous aura that was pure to the extreme, cold to the extreme, and domineering to the extreme!

Then, everyone "saw" a picture.

It wasn't something I saw with my eyes; it was an image that appeared directly in my mind.

An endless sea of ​​blood, viscous and churning, exuding a nauseatingly sweet and foul odor.

In the sea of ​​blood, mountains of corpses lay piled high, including those of humans, demons, and monsters...

Each skeleton retains the terrified posture it had before dying.

At the summit of the mountain of corpses, a sword was stuck in the ground.

A sword, dark red in color, as if formed from congealed blood.

Around the sword, countless souls wailed and struggled.

But it couldn't break free from that invisible suction force and was gradually dragged into the sword, becoming nourishment.

The murderous intent was palpable, chilling to the bone.

Fear, like the most virulent plague, instantly swept over the minds of Wang Baobao and the other eleven.

They wanted to move, to escape, to scream...

But he found that he couldn't even lift a single finger.

Not even a sound could be uttered.

We could only watch helplessly.

A blood-red sword aura appeared, its origin and destination unknown.

It just appeared out of nowhere in the canyon.

It was not large, only three feet long, like a thin line of blood.

But the moment it appeared, the entire world paled in comparison.

It was as if all the light, all the colors, and all the life in the world were there.

They were all devoured by this sword energy, leaving only the purest and most primal killing intent!

A crimson sword aura swept across the scene.

There was no sound, no ripples, no earth-shattering sight.

Wang Baobao's black giant wolf fist imprint shattered.

Guo Kai's runes dissipated.

Cao Qiudao's hundred-foot-long black sword aura was severed.

The earth-shaking shockwave of the Chu barbarians has dissipated.

The black and white millstone of the Yin-Yang School of Qi collapsed.

Eleven attacks, each capable of destroying the heavens and the earth, were no match for this crimson sword energy.

Like ice and snow under the sun, it melts away silently and completely.

Then, the sword energy continued forward.

It grazed Wang Baobao's neck.

……

One sword, eleven men.

"Splash." "Splash." "Splash."

Eleven figures, like puppets with broken strings, fell from mid-air and crashed onto the cold ground of the canyon.

Their eyes were wide open, the last images lingering in their pupils.

That blood-red sword aura that amazed the world and ended their lives.

His eyes held terror and disbelief.

There was despair, confusion, and a hint of... sudden realization.

died.

Eleven Celestial Immortals, eleven figures who were renowned and influential in the Central Continent, died just like that.

He died silently, he died cleanly and decisively, he died...

Like dust that has been casually brushed away.

The crimson sword energy completed its mission, trembled slightly, and dissipated into the air.

It was as if it had never existed.

Only a deathly silence remained in the canyon.

And that thick, nauseating smell of blood.

Sima Cuo stood there blankly, his hand holding the Blood-Drinking Blade trembling slightly.

He wasn't afraid, but rather... excited.

"It is... Lord Bai Qi, the God of Slaughter!" He suddenly realized and knelt on one knee.

He bowed deeply in the direction of the sword energy.

Inside the carriage, Ying Zheng finally lifted the curtain.

He looked at the eleven gradually cooling corpses in the canyon.

Looking at the faint bloodstains remaining in the air, a flicker of emotion finally appeared in his eyes.

That's a kind of...longing.

The yearning for absolute power.

"General," he said softly, his voice still calm, "let's continue on our way."

Sima Cuo abruptly stood up, suppressing his inner turmoil, and sternly ordered:

"Clean up the scene, quick! Let's move on!"

The Qin army guards recovered from their shock and acted swiftly.

Most people, however, looked around warily.

Although they knew that a certain important person was secretly escorting them, they still had to be extremely cautious.

Before the group could clean up the eleven corpses of celestial beings, they began to mysteriously "melt."

It didn't rot, but turned into wisps of blood mist, seeping into the earth and disappearing.

It was as if it had been "reclaimed" by some force.

More than an hour later, the Qin delegation left the canyon and continued westward.

But a shocking piece of news arrived even faster than they could.

The news spread deep into the palaces of the eleven kingdoms of Zhongzhou.

"What?! Wang Baobao and eleven others..."

All perished? Not even their remains remained?

"How is that possible?!"

Even if eleven celestial beings joined forces and couldn't kill Sima Cuo, they couldn't possibly be completely annihilated!

"The scene still bears extremely pure killing sword energy... It's Bai Qi!"

It's the God of Slaughter, Bai Qi, who has made his move!

"He actually left Xianyang, left the Qin army, and was personally escorted in secret?!"

After the initial shock, the emperors and high-ranking officials of the eleven kingdoms all...

Get excited.

Bai Qi, the God of Slaughter!

This name is a living legend in the Central Continent.

A nightmare that strikes fear into the hearts of all.

Why was the Qin Dynasty able to dominate the twelve kingdoms?

Why could it cause such anxiety among the other eleven countries?

In addition to the institutional foundation laid by Shang Yang's reforms.

Besides the enormous wealth accumulated by Lü Buwei, it was also because of... three people.

They formed the backbone of the Qin Dynasty.

Shang Yang, a giant of Legalism.

Lu Buwei was a master of political maneuvering.

But the most terrifying one is this one—the God of Slaughter, Bai Qi.

He is not a golden immortal.

But his ranking on the Celestial Immortal Stele is as high as 379th!

What does this mean?

This means that among the countless celestial beings in all the heavens and myriad realms, he stands at the very top of that small group!

This means that his strength has already reached the threshold of the Golden Immortal realm.

It even possesses power that threatens those newly entering the Golden Immortal realm!

This is only his individual combat strength.

What made the nations even more wary was Bai Qi, who was in the midst of a large army.