If I stay in the Hehuan Sect, I'll live off the pampered daughters of the Heavenly Pride Sect.

It transformed into a thick cloud of ink, then vanished completely.

Not even a speck of dust landed on Qin Wanzhuang.

This is—annihilation.

It is not death.

It means to erase.

It's about conceptually erasing all traces of your existence in this world.

"Holy crap..."

Those onlookers who hadn't yet made a move were now terrified.

This is hardly the cultivation of immortality.

This is like the King of Hell calling roll!

"Run! Run!"

"This place is haunted! It's a demon!"

Their psychological defenses crumbled instantly.

What divine trials, what fortuitous opportunities and treasures? They're all utter nonsense in the face of my life right now.

All that could be heard was a series of "click" sounds.

Dozens of white teleportation lights lit up one after another.

The group of cultivators scrambled to crush the "Heavenly Revelation Tokens" in their hands, their disheveled state suggesting that if they were even a step too slow, they would be captured as background figures in a painting.

Just three breaths.

The once noisy and crowded valley was instantly cleared out.

Only the ink stains fluttering in the air remain, telling the story of the terror that had just occurred.

"That's... all done?"

Mo Chengyue was wearing a bright green spirit wood crown that could withstand the "experience card of a Nascent Soul strike," and he was completely bewildered in the wind.

Isn't this ultimate move a bit too unreasonable?

Just then.

The terrifying, annihilating sword intent, like a tsunami, did not stop after clearing out the small fry. Instead, it surged towards Mo Chengyue and Qin Wanzhuang, who were located in the center, like a tidal wave.

"It's over!"

Mo Chengyue felt a chill run down his spine.

"Junior Brother has gone berserk, he's even sacrificing friendly forces!"

He was just about to recklessly activate his trump card to save his life.

But then they discovered...

That terrifying power, capable of instantly annihilating a Core Formation cultivator, touched the hem of his robe.

It miraculously... took a turn?

The originally sharp and murderous sword intent instantly transformed into two extremely gentle breezes.

He gently brushed away Qin Wanzhuang's messy hair and blew away the bloodstains on her face.

She gently lifted Mo Chengyue's body and even went so far as to "sew up" his tattered gold-threaded soft armor.

Although it was just a simple spiritual energy repair, the level of control required was absolutely terrifying.

Double standards.

This is a blatant and notorious double standard!

They treat their enemies with the ruthlessness of an autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

She treats her fellow disciples with the gentle grace of a spring breeze.

Mo Chengyue's mouth dropped open, his jaw almost falling to the ground.

Qin Wanzhuang stared intently at the dissipating black and white boundary line, her hand gripping the broken sword trembling slightly uncontrollably.

That was the sword cultivator's instinctive submission to the supreme sword path, and also the tremor of being shaken to the depths of his soul by this terrifying power.

"Annihilation... has this already widened the gap between us?"

She murmured to herself, and the light in her eyes, which had been dimmed by exhaustion, suddenly burst forth with an unprecedented brightness—a proud spirit of defiance stirred up by her fellow disciples.

The black and white colors receded like the tide, and the world was restored to its original color.

……

The battlefield in the river valley, a hundred miles away.

The top fighters who were engaged in fierce combat stopped and looked in that direction in shock.

"This fluctuation..."

"The Sword Intent of Annihilation? Or the Sword Intent of Annihilation at its peak?"

"When did the Hehuan Sect produce such a monster?!"

Ye Wushang's face was extremely ugly.

As a representative of the "pay-to-win" style, he hates this kind of unreasonable "idealistic" genius the most.

"One sword destroys all laws, and even heaven and earth grieve."

The Dragon-Controlling Spear in Xiao Fan's hand trembled slightly. For the first time, a solemn expression appeared in his eyes, which had been reborn and had seen through the vicissitudes of life. "What domineering Annihilation Sword Intent... In my previous life, I don't remember the Joyful Union Sect having such a person."

"That is..." The Tianyuan Sword in Ye Changfeng's arms emitted a clear and melodious sword cry, the fighting spirit of encountering its own kind. He smiled slightly, "It seems that the path of sword cultivation will not be lonely."

On a peach tree.

Senior Brother Xie Buci looked at the clearly defined black and white world, a "just as I thought" smile playing on his lips.

He tilted his head back and took a swig of wine, his eyes filled with doting affection and pride.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Junior Brother's commotion is probably going to give those elders a heart attack."

"There's not a single one of them who's easy to deal with on Qingquan Peak."

And at the bottom of the valley.

As the grayness in Wenren Ji's eyes faded, the world regained its color.

That sword strike seemed to have drained him of all his energy and spirit.

He was like a kite with a broken string, falling straight down from mid-air.

"Oh my god!"

With lightning speed and agility, Mo Chengyue unleashed the Heavenly Dragon Step from the Nine Heavens Thunder Control Technique, transforming into a blur as he rushed forward and precisely caught his junior brother, who was described as a "human nuclear bomb."

Wenren Ji's face was pale. He opened his eyes with difficulty, glanced at Mo Chengyue, and then at Qin Wanzhuang in the distance.

The usually taciturn man managed to twitch the corner of his mouth with great difficulty.

"Senior brother... Senior sister... is not dead... that's good."

After saying that, his head lolled to the side and he fainted.

"Depend on!"

Mo Chengyue looked at Wenren Ji, who had fainted in his arms, and didn't even have the energy to complain.

He didn't even dare to let his butt touch the ground. Almost the instant he caught them, he slapped two "Top-Tier Concealing Talismans" onto the two of them.

"You show off and then go to sleep? Do you think this is child's play?"

Just as Mo Chengyue was about to sit down on the ground to catch his breath, the world around him, now back to its original color, did not bring him a sense of security.

Instead, several sharp whooshing sounds suddenly broke the silence, as the apex predators smelled blood.

His keen "intuition for survival" instantly went blank, and his scalp tingled.

From all directions, several incredibly powerful auras were rapidly approaching this place.

This earth-shattering "Black and White Sword" was like a lighthouse in the dark, completely revealing their coordinates.

Especially in the southeast direction.

A familiar aura, filled with intense resentment and murderous intent, rushed towards them like a mad dog.

Saintess, Lin Miaoyin!

She seemed to remember something; the direction that fat man disappeared in that day seemed to be this way...

"Damn it!"

Mo Chengyue looked at the unconscious patient in his arms, and then glanced at his second senior sister who was so badly injured that she could barely walk.

And then, feeling those top big shots getting closer and closer.

He let out a desperate wail:

"Just when I thought I'd escaped one tiger's den, I've fallen into another. I really don't want to play this high-level match anymore!"

"I want to go home!!!"

But outside the Trial Realm.

The main peak of Hehuan Sect stands before the Mirror of Heaven.

Several elders sat together, looking at the frozen black and white image in the mirror. They looked at each other, their expressions as varied as if they had swallowed a pound of flies.

"This...this is that taciturn guy from Qingquan Peak?"

"This sword intent... even I, an old man, would have to temporarily avoid its edge!"

"Junior Sister Yan, how did you teach this disciple? She's simply a prodigy!"

Faced with the astonishment and questions of the crowd.

Yan Chenyu, who was leaning against the soft couch and peeling a spirit grape, just yawned lazily.

A hint of expected smugness flashed in her bright, sparkling eyes, but her tone remained nonchalant.

"Oh dear, what's the big deal?"

"It was just some casual practice; I didn't really teach them much."

"This kid is too stubborn. It's better that he's not like me, so he won't be the one getting scammed and still helping others count the money."

After saying that, she glanced at the lewd figure (Mo Chengyue) in the corner of the screen who was grabbing Wenren Ji's shoulder and shaking him violently, seemingly demanding a debt, and her smile deepened.

"However..."

"With a senior brother who's good at accounting watching over things, I'm not afraid of being taken advantage of."