Fantasy: I, the Great Celestial Venerable of the Dao

What great cause of the Holy Church, what supreme prestige—in the face of life and death, all of that becomes utter bullshit!

"Walk!"

Someone let out a hoarse shout, and the surviving demons immediately became like frightened birds.

They no longer cared about status, demeanor, or the bonds of kinship.

They all unleashed their most secret life-saving escape techniques, transforming into streaks of light of various colors.

They fled desperately in different directions at the foot of Qingyun Mountain!

The Eight Immortals cross the sea, each showing their magical powers!

Dao Xuan Zhenren, who was in mid-air, frowned slightly.

These demons fled in too many directions, and even with his abilities, it would be difficult to intercept them all in a short time.

However, we can kill as many as we can.

We must eradicate evil completely; if we let a tiger return to the mountains today, it will surely become a scourge in the future.

With a thought, the Seven Star Sword in his hand shone brightly once more.

At the same time, the sky, which had just cleared up, revealed the stars in broad daylight!

Seven exceptionally bright stars are arranged in the direction of the Big Dipper.

Under the clear blue sky, they simultaneously shone with dazzling light!

"Seven Star Sword Style!"

Below, a knowledgeable elder from the Qingyun Sect exclaimed in surprise.

Many Qingyun disciples recognized it as one of the four supreme sword techniques of the Qingyun Sect.

It is incredibly powerful, but extremely difficult to cultivate.

Most of them had only heard of him by name, but today was the first time they had ever seen the sect leader in action!

Dao Xuan's eyes flashed like lightning, instantly locking onto the one who was fleeing the fastest.

The pale green streak that was almost disappearing into the distant horizon—that was the sect leader of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect, the Poison God!

With his Seven Star Sword, he made a distant slash towards the silhouette of that streak of light.

Above the sky, among the seven great stars, the one belonging to the "Tianquan" position suddenly shone brightly.

As if drawn by an invisible force, it transformed into a massive, dazzling pillar of light, entirely condensed from pure starlight.

Like a meteor from the heavens, trailing a long, luminous tail.

With speed exceeding that of lightning, it tore through the air and struck the Poison God directly in the back!

The Poison God, who was desperately fleeing, suddenly felt a deadly danger approaching from behind.

He turned around in horror and saw a giant pillar of starlight filling his field of vision, which was already within reach!

The destructive energy contained within made his very soul tremble!

"Dao Xuan, you old scoundrel!!! I'll fight you to the death!!"

The Poison God let out his last, desperate, and resentful roar.

He desperately mobilized all the remaining demonic energy, creating layers of poisonous shields behind him.

However, in the face of absolute power, all struggles are in vain.

"Boom—!!!!!"

The giant pillar of starlight pierced through all the poisonous barriers without hindrance, accurately hitting the Poison God.

There were no screams, no flying blood and gore.

Under the pure and boundless stellar energy, the Poison God's body...

Like ice and snow under the sun, it melts instantly, turning into the finest particles.

Utterly annihilated, reduced to ashes!

A giant who had dominated the demonic path for hundreds of years was annihilated, body and soul!

The so-called spiritual leader, Poison God, is dead.

The remaining people's psychological defenses had already collapsed!

The remaining demons, who were fleeing for their lives, did not turn back.

But everyone could clearly feel the despair that the Poison God had abruptly ended.

And the life mark that vanished in an instant.

They were so terrified that their hearts were shattered, and their souls almost flew out of their bodies!

Dao Xuan turned his gaze to the one who had already fled to the farthest point.

The Moon Worship Cult Leader, who was now almost nothing but a tiny black dot, hesitated for a moment.

"Never mind, it's still a problem for Shu Mountain. Let Fellow Daoist Qingwei worry about it."

Once he made up his mind, he stopped paying attention to Baiyue.

Then, he swung the Seven Star Sword in his hand repeatedly.

In the sky, the remaining six large stars shone brightly one after another, transforming into six pillars of starlight capable of destroying the heavens and the earth.

Like javelins hurled by the gods, they struck six other selected targets.

"No!!"

"Dao Xuan! I'll haunt you even as a ghost!"

"Spare me—"

Terrified roars, desperate curses, and humble pleas for mercy were accompanied by deafening explosions.

The sounds rang out one after another from different directions outside Qingyun Mountain.

The starlight faded, and the aura vanished.

Thus, including Bai Yue, there were twenty major figures of the demonic path who attacked Qingyun Mountain.

Apart from those who were intentionally spared from the moon worship, and a few who were quick-witted, extremely lucky, or simply not chosen.

Apart from a handful of people such as the Ghost King, Yu Yangzi, and the Three Wonderful Fairies.

More than half, a total of nine, have perished here forever, their souls and spirits utterly destroyed!

Suddenly, Dao Xuan's eyes flickered slightly, and his gaze fell upon the woods below Tongtian Peak not far away.

He sensed four rather peculiar auras.

Under the cover of the trees, they were making a rapid, stealthy advance out of the mountains.

One of the auras, steady yet tinged with weakness, belonged to the Ghost King.

Another vibrant figure, imbued with the roar of a dragon, is Azure Dragon, the leader of the four Holy Envoys of the Ghost King Sect. Yet another possesses a chilling aura, likely belonging to You Ji. The last one, however, is brimming with youthful energy.

"Biyao..."

Dao Xuan silently murmured that name in his heart.

I recalled some fragmented information about this young lady from the Ghost King Sect.

Just now, he used the Divine Sword Thunder Control Technique to summon the divine thunder from the heavens, creating a magnificent spectacle.

A surge of magical energy swept across the entire area.

The Ghost King was quite alert; he probably sensed something was wrong back then.

While everyone's attention was drawn to Lei Ting, he quietly took his trusted confidants and daughter with him.

They left the main battlefield and infiltrated the dense forest, attempting to deceive everyone.

A cold glint flashed in Dao Xuan's eyes. The Ghost King Sect was a powerful force.

The Ghost King himself was a man of great talent and ambition, and a key figure in the resurgence of the Demonic Sect.

Its threat is even greater than that of the dead Poison God.

This scoundrel must not be allowed to return to the mountains!

He raised the Seven Star Sword in his hand once more, its clear, sharp blade aimed at the four figures rapidly darting through the jungle below.

Seven large star patterns lit up one after another on the sword.

It draws upon the celestial energy of the universe, emitting a faint yet unsettling hum.

In the jungle, the Ghost King, who was using his escape technique to the fullest and carefully concealing his presence, suddenly felt a jolt in his heart.

A chilling, bone-chilling premonition of death gripped his heart without warning!

He suddenly looked up, peering through the layers of branches and leaves.

It was as if I could see that god-like figure above the sea of ​​clouds.

And that ancient longsword, gleaming with deadly starlight, pointing towards him from afar.

His face turned deathly pale instantly.

Beside him were Qinglong, Youji, and Biyao, whom he protected behind him.

At the same time, he also felt the terrifying sword intent that clung to his bones like a maggot, impossible to get rid of.

Biyao's stunningly beautiful face still retained a touch of childishness.

For the first time, she revealed her true, undisguised fear, instinctively grabbing her father's sleeve.

The Ghost King gritted his teeth, a resolute glint in his eyes, and pulled his daughter even closer behind him.

With his other hand, he had already secretly gripped a life-saving item.

At this critical moment—

hum!