I started by slashing through the enemy's territory, and I drew so many affixes that my hands w

"Don't hold back, something's wrong with this kid!"

The remaining twenty Divine Manifestation Realm cultivators finally reacted, looking at the golden-eyed youth not far away with the eyes of someone looking at a monster.

Jiang Qin stood in the center of the ruins.

Opposite them, twenty statues, each a hundred meters tall, rose up one after another.

It blotted out the sky and the spiritual pressure was as heavy as a mountain.

Behind Jiang Qin, lightning exploded, and nine lightning dragons materialized almost instantly, lifelike in appearance.

"roar--!"

The dragon's roar shook the heavens, its body coiling and turning the entire valley into a deep blue.

Both sides launched another attack.

The power of twenty Dharma forms converged into a torrent, crashing down from the sky. Nine thunder dragons collided head-on, and the thunder and Dharma forms tore, collided, and exploded in the sky.

Shockwaves came one after another, tearing large chunks of rock off the mountainside.

A giant statue wielding a sword was entangled by two thunder dragons, whose bodies tightened and the statue shattered.

But even more Dharma images are coming.

Jiang Qin raised his right hand.

Lightning bolts from all directions converged in his palm, compressed, and compressed again—forming a lightning ball the size of a fist.

"Nuclear explosion."

He gave it a gentle push.

The lightning ball rose into the air and collided with the three Dharma images at the forefront.

First, a ball of blue-white light silently expanded.

Then comes the sound.

"boom--!!!"

The summit of half of the Lost Beast Mountain has disappeared.

The shockwave, carrying debris and lightning, swept across the valley.

The Spirit Sea Realm warriors outside the manor were pushed back by the shockwave, raising their hands to block the blinding white light.

When the light faded, they lowered their arms—

The valley has been transformed into a scorched pit hundreds of meters deep.

Jiang Qin stood in the center of the deep pit, and nine thunder dragons slowly descended, coiling behind him.

Opposite them, less than half of the twenty-odd Divine Manifestation Realm cultivators remained standing. Their Dharma bodies had all shattered, and the expressions on their faces had changed from confidence to fear.

"Are you kidding me? Is this guy really at the Divine Manifestation Realm?"

"When did the Suppression Bureau produce such a monster?!"

...

at the same time.

The sea of ​​clouds surged like a tide, and two figures stood on the clouds.

Ge Wanshan stood with his hands behind his back, his gray robe fluttering in the wind.

Behind him stood a hundred-meter-tall skeletal statue, its empty eye sockets flickering with eerie green flames, and it held a long white bone sword in its hand, the blade shrouded in a dense aura of death—the "Burial Domain" he had condensed over a century by sacrificing countless lives.

Beside him, the clouds churned violently.

A giant snake's head emerged from the clouds.

Its head alone was the size of a house, with a ghostly green venomous light flowing across its jet-black scales, and its vertical pupils radiating the chilling aura unique to cold-blooded animals.

The hundred-foot-long serpent slowly swam through the sea of ​​clouds, turning the clouds into an eerie dark green wherever it passed.

A fifth-tier late-stage Heavenly Nether Python.

It did not transform into human form during the battle because, in the eyes of the ferocious beast, its true form was its strongest fighting posture.

Ge Wanshan raised his eyelids and looked at Cang Ling opposite him.

"I have lived on the frontier for 120 years, and I have met at least most of the law enforcement officers of the East China Bureau."

He spoke slowly and deliberately, as if chatting casually, "I've heard of your name, Cang Ling—you're ranked last among the law enforcement officers, supposedly because of your seniority, and Yue Beishan is embarrassed to remove you."

He chuckled and gently tapped his temple with his withered fingers.

"A mere weak law enforcement officer, accompanied by a newly-minted Divine Physiognomy Realm brat, dares to raid my Ge family's foundation. Should I say your headquarters is arrogant, or that you, Cangling, have lived too long and are tired of living?"

Cang Ling remained silent.

She simply stood above the sea of ​​clouds, her posture straight as a sword, the wisps of hair on her forehead blown by the wind, revealing a pair of eyes that were calm to the point of being empty.

Ge Wanshan narrowed his eyes, losing patience.

"Burying the bones".

He uttered two words, and the withered skeletal image behind him suddenly moved.

The long, white bone sword was raised high, and the deathly aura on its blade transformed into countless wailing phantoms—the wronged souls sacrificed by the Ge family, forever imprisoned within the Dharma Image, becoming part of the Burial Bone Domain.

As the blade cleaved down, deathly energy poured down like a waterfall, completely enveloping the area where Cang Ling was located.

At the same time, the Heavenly Python also moved.

The hundred-foot-long serpentine body suddenly contracted in the sea of ​​clouds, then sprang out like a spring.

Its massive maw opened, revealing four fangs that gleamed with an eerie light. A mouthful of dark green venom spewed out, turning into a rain of poison that sealed off all of Cang Ling's escape routes.

Deathly aura and poisonous rain descended simultaneously.

Ge Wanshan's lips curled up in a smile.

The combined force of the two attacks would be too much for even a peak Earth Martial Realm expert to withstand head-on.

Cang Ling was only at the late stage of the Earth Martial Realm, and he was attacked from both sides. He did not believe that the other party could escape unscathed.

However, his smile froze the next second.

The deathly aura dissipated, and the poisonous rain ceased.

Cang Ling remained standing in the same spot, without moving an inch.

A faint golden light appeared around her, and the deathly aura and poisonous rain melted away silently the moment they came into contact with that golden light, just like ice and snow.

And in her right hand, a sword had appeared out of nowhere.

The sword was long and slender, its surface as white as frost, with a golden dragon pattern inlaid on the hilt. The dragon pattern was not complicated, even simple, but when Ge Wanshan's gaze fell on it, an uncontrollable tremor surged from the depths of his soul.

The Heavenly Python also sensed it.

The giant python's vertical pupils suddenly contracted, and its body instinctively coiled up, revealing a layer of eerie green shield on its scales—its strongest defense, which even attacks from beasts of the same level could not break through.

It seemed to recall something, and a terrified sound came from its mouth:

"That sword is imbued with the power of the rules of our realm, a power that only gods can wield. How can you control it?!"

Cang Ling offered no explanation, but gripped the hilt of her sword tightly.

She drew her sword diagonally from the upper right to the lower left in an arc.

A golden sword aura flew out from the sword's edge.

At first, the sword energy was only three feet long and flew slowly. But for every ten feet it traveled, the size of the sword energy doubled and its speed increased. When it traveled ten feet, it transformed into a three-foot-long golden rainbow. When it traveled a hundred feet, it became a golden ribbon that stretched across the sea of ​​clouds, as if someone had drawn a stroke on the sky, dividing the entire sea of ​​clouds in two.

"No!"

The Heavenly Python hissed fiercely.

It sensed the power contained in that sword energy, a fear it had never experienced before.

It desperately activated the poisonous light around its body, its hundred-foot-long serpentine body twisting wildly, trying to avoid the sword energy.

But it seems as if some unseen force has locked onto it, making it impossible to avoid.

The sword energy swept past its seven-inch mark.

The eerie green shield burst like a bubble, the jet-black scales were sliced ​​open like thin paper, and flesh, bones, and meridians—everything was silently separated wherever the sword energy passed.

The giant python, hundreds of feet long, was neatly cut in two at its seven-inch mark.

Beast blood poured down from the sea of ​​clouds like a torrential rain, staining the Beast Mountain below crimson. Two sections of a snake's body fell from the clouds and crashed into the valley, causing the ground to tremble and emit a muffled roar.

One sword.

A late-stage fifth-tier ferocious beast, fallen.

Ge Wanshan's skeletal form froze in place. He opened his mouth, his lips moving several times, before finally managing to squeeze out a few hoarse syllables from his throat:

"You...you...how is this possible?"

Cang Ling turned to look at him. The wind from the sea of ​​clouds ruffled her hair. For the first time, a faint emotion appeared in her eyes, which were always as calm as still water—not murderous intent, not anger, but more like pity, or perhaps weariness.

The sword was slowly raised, pointing at Ge Wanshan.

Ge Wanshan's face turned deathly pale instantly. He wanted to retreat, but his body seemed to be locked in place by that golden sword energy, unable to move. He wanted to beg for mercy, but his throat felt blocked by something, and he couldn't make a sound.

Above the sea of ​​clouds, a second golden sword aura shone forth.

That was the last color Ge Wanshan ever saw in his life.

The dragon-patterned sword in Cang Ling's hand slowly dissipated.

She was never a strong person, just a pathetic person who lost her homeland and fought for the sake of fighting.