If you die, I will be able to inherit your cultivation.

As soon as Zhou Ming had a thought, the ancient sword box that was being nurtured in his dantian trembled slightly.

A long sword, entirely black and gleaming with a somber light, flew out of its sheath and landed in his palm.

It was his "fellow Daoist, please calm down" that prompted him.

This sword had been nurtured in his dantian for many years, and later, using the sword box, he absorbed the essence of the broken half of the black sword inside.

The current "Fellow Daoist, Calm Down" grade has undergone a complete transformation, surpassing the boundaries of ordinary Dao artifacts.

Zhou Ming raised his hand and gripped the sword, his internal magical power surging into the blade like a river flowing backward.

As the longsword sensed the surging magical power, it emitted a clear and long hum, and the light on its blade surged, as if it wanted to absorb all the light in this world.

Zhou Ming lowered his wrist and slashed down with his sword at the giant mountain surrounded by skyscrapers in front of him.

The sword's edge swelled instantly upon leaving the sword, growing larger and larger in the wind, without any fancy moves, simply and forcefully elongating.

The sword blade, tens of thousands of miles long, tore through the sky, carrying a terrifying aura that could destroy the world, and slammed fiercely into the mountain-protecting formation.

A dull, loud bang suddenly exploded.

The spiritual patterns on the array flickered a few times like startled fireflies, and then quickly dimmed.

Immediately afterwards, the entire light screen crumbled inch by inch along the crack, shattering with a deafening roar.

The shockwave from breaking the formation, carrying the remaining sword light, swept outwards in all directions.

The once-prosperous cities surrounding the mountains were flattened and crushed like paper lanterns in the shockwave.

Towers collapsed, bridges crumbled, streets were torn apart; in just a few breaths, the city built around the mountains was reduced to ruins.

Humans, demons, and other creatures within the city were all reduced to blood mist by the sword's light.

Once the formation was broken, Zhou Ming released his divine sense again.

This time, the mountain range, caves, buildings, and creatures all fell into his divine senses without any concealment.

At the same time, the spatial fluctuations above the mountains suddenly became intense.

Thousands of figures appeared out of thin air, all of them cultivators from the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan, and their cultivation levels were all around the Mahayana stage.

As soon as they appeared, they surrounded Zhou Ming from all sides.

Anger was evident on every face, whether handsome or beautiful.

Accompanied by shouts and rebukes, each person unleashed their full power, as if they wanted to crush him to death from all sides.

"You audacious scoundrel, how dare you trespass on my fox clan's territory!"

"Human cultivator, you're courting death!"

"You broke my fox clan's protective mountain formation! Today, you will pay for this in blood!"

Zhou Ming listened to the series of angry roars and looked at the thousands of murderous nine-tailed fox cultivators, but his expression remained calm and undisturbed.

With his longsword pointed diagonally at a group of nine-tailed foxes, Zhou Ming spoke calmly.

"The Nine-Tailed Fox Clan? They are nothing but a bunch of beasts who eat raw meat and drink blood. They dare to sit on equal footing with my human race."

Before Zhou Ming could finish speaking, he was met with a chorus of curses.

"How dare you insult my Holy Race!"

"How dare you, you mere human, be so presumptuous..."

"Human, are you trying to start a war between our two races?"

.........

Hearing the shouts and curses, Zhou Ming swung his sword-wielding arm forward.

The sword light, though seemingly slow, left a group of Mahayana-stage fox clan cultivators with no way to avoid it.

After a scream of shock and anger, the protective aura of the hundreds of fox clan cultivators who had just surrounded them shattered like thin ice under the sword light.

One after another, hundreds of people plummeted through the air like birds with broken wings.

Many cultivators had not even landed before their life force was cut off, revealing their enormous nine-tailed fox forms.

Those few who didn't die were already at their last gasp, covered in blood, lying in the mountains and fields, unable to get up again.

The remaining fox-clan cultivators finally realized the danger.

A fox clan elder, whose aura was the strongest and who was clearly the leader, roared loudly.

"Form ranks!"

The survivors dared not delay and immediately stepped out of their familiar surroundings, their magical power and divine souls intertwining.

In just a few breaths, a large battle formation took shape high in the sky, with thick array light protecting the entire mountain range in the center.

Zhou Ming did not interrupt.

He stood with his sword in hand, coldly watching the battle formation gradually stabilize, as if watching a dying prey struggling one last time.

When the array of lights blazed brightly and the battle formation was finally complete, Zhou Ming slowly raised his sword.

He took a breath, and for the first time, poured all the magical power in his body into "Fellow Daoist, calm your anger" without reservation.

The sword's light surged, and a faint dark red tinge appeared on its jet-black blade.

Zhou Ming stared at the center of the great formation and struck down with all his might.

The moment the swords struck the battle formation's light screen, there was no earth-shattering collision as expected.

The entire formation couldn't even hold on for a moment before large sections of the formation patterns went out.

The entire battle formation crumbled like a sandcastle blown away by the wind.

Before the nine-tailed fox cultivators who had formed an array could react, they exploded one after another into a cloud of blood mist.

Looking at the blood mist filling the sky, only now did Zhou Ming truly realize just how powerful his cultivation had become.

Zhou Ming slowly exhaled a breath of stale air and gazed into the distance.

At the end of the mountain range, several figures took advantage of the moment when the great formation collapsed to flee in different directions.

Zhou Ming did not chase after him.

He lowered his sword and let the men disappear into the horizon.

We can't kill them all. If we do, who will deliver this message to the Federation?

If the Federation doesn't know that the fox clan was wiped out by humans, then what's the point of all their efforts?

Withdrawing his gaze, Zhou Ming slipped into the mountains, his eyes quickly scanning the peaks.

Foxes, some in their true forms and others still in human form, began to roam freely through the mountains.

Those with higher cultivation levels have already broken through space and fled into the distance.

Zhou Ming flicked his longsword, and countless sword beams transformed into threads that wrapped around the fleeing fox clan.

In no time, the entire mountain range was devoid of any living creature.

Zhou Ming did not even spare those fox clan cultivators who had broken through space to escape.

Looking at his masterpiece, Zhou Ming nodded in satisfaction.

Then I turned my gaze to the buildings in the mountains.

His purpose for this trip was very clear: to access the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan's scripture library and treasure vault.

One place held the method for long-distance teleportation he needed, and the other held the spiritual materials he needed to set up the array.

Zhou Ming didn't have time to look closely. He rushed into the treasure pavilion, rummaged through it and found a bunch of spatial magic treasures, then stuffed everything he could carry into it.

As for those things that couldn't be taken away or dismantled in a short time, Zhou Ming didn't plan to leave them behind.

With a single sword strike, those things that couldn't be moved were reduced to ashes.

After working for nearly an hour, Zhou Ming finally left, satisfied.

He teleported toward the hotel while sighing inwardly.

If the Qiankun Pearl were still with him, he wouldn't need to do this hard labor himself.

With the power of the world spread out, and with a thought, the entire mountain range was uprooted, and all the scripture pavilions and treasure houses were swallowed whole, saving time and effort.

Now, it's even worse; we have to use a whole bunch of storage magic items to store them.