I let you tame beasts, and you've already formed a contract with your stunningly beautiful mast

midair.

The pitch-black Chaos Broken Sword hovered in front of Cao Kun.

The sword itself did not move, but the murderous aura swirling around it caused the surrounding spiritual energy to boil violently.

"You little beast, how dare you be so arrogant? Die!"

The gray-robed elder on the left transformed his flying sword into a black, furious dragon, aiming straight for Cao Kun's brow.

The bronze mirror in the old man's hand on the right shone brightly.

A beam of destructive light, as thick as a bucket, arrived first, blocking all of Cao Kun's escape routes.

The combined attack of the two early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators was terrifying.

Inside the protective array of the Hehuan Sect, countless disciples held their breath, not daring to even exhale.

Facing the flying swords and pillars of light that came crashing down upon them.

Cao Kun flipped his wrist.

A long, black, broken sword lay across his body.

"Clang!"

A deafening clang of metal clashing rang out.

All that could be seen was that menacing flying sword-shaped black dragon.

It crashed solidly into the blade of the Chaos Broken Sword.

Next second,

The Xuan-grade top-quality flying sword, which had been nurtured by the gray-robed old man for hundreds of years, let out an extremely mournful cry.

The sword tip shattered.

The chaotic energy spread along the sword's body, constantly devouring its spirituality.

Immediately afterwards, it flew backward at a speed several times faster than when it came!

At the same time, the beam of destructive light emitted from the bronze mirror also struck the broken sword.

The Chaos Broken Sword trembled.

The black arc of light easily sliced ​​through the beam of light, which then disintegrated into countless points of light.

"puff!"

With both magical artifacts destroyed simultaneously, the two men coughed up a mouthful of blood as their qi was drawn together.

The body was thrown backward uncontrollably in mid-air.

They retreated more than ten feet before they could barely regain their footing.

The two attendants raised their heads and looked at Cao Kun, who was unharmed.

His eyes were full of disbelief.

"impossible!"

The old man on the left gasped in surprise.

"How could someone at the mere Golden Core stage possess such pure and abundant spiritual power?!"

They are at the Nascent Soul stage!

Although it is only in the initial stage, the quality and quantity of spiritual power are far beyond what a Golden Core stage cultivator can contend with.

But at the moment of the collision...

Their proud Nascent Soul spiritual power was utterly fragile and vulnerable in the face of Cao Kun's strange black spiritual power.

They were completely crushed!

Inside the Hehuan Sect's grand formation, there was utter silence.

Qin Canglan's eyelids twitched violently.

Her full, proud breasts, wrapped in luxurious palace attire, were heaving violently.

She guessed that Cao Kun's combat power was extraordinary.

But I saw with my own eyes that he casually repelled two Nascent Soul cultivators with a single sword strike.

The visual impact still sent chills down her spine.

Too strong... Given time, who in the entire Qingzhou will be able to suppress him with this kind of combat power?

"That sword is strange! It's a top-grade spiritual weapon! There's no way he could have used it continuously!"

The old man on the right shouted angrily and quickly formed hand seals.

In front of thousands of people from the Qingzhou major sect, he was defeated in one move by a junior Golden Core cultivator.

If this gets out, they'll be finished in the cultivation world.

"I'd like to see how long your magic weapon can protect you!"

The two of them shouted at the same time.

Boom!

The sky and earth changed color.

Two enormous Nascent Soul auras surged into the sky.

Two towering, illusory figures of Nascent Soul cultivators, each tens of feet tall, rose up from the ground behind the two.

One figure wields a giant sword, while the other holds up a mirror of light.

The immense pressure caused the surrounding space to distort.

Once a Nascent Soul cultivator unleashes their Dharma Form, it becomes a matter of life and death.

"Senior brother..." Leng Qingyue felt the earth-shattering pressure and grabbed Cao Kun's clothes with some worry.

Cao Kun lowered his head and gave her a gentle smile.

"Be good, stay here and don't move."

next moment.

Cao Kun's figure vanished from the spot.

"Where is he?!" The two retainers were shocked and frantically scanned the area with their divine senses.

"Up there!" someone below exclaimed.

The two of them suddenly looked up.

Cao Kun had teleported directly above the two Dharma images without anyone noticing!

"Borrowing the benefits of magical artifacts?"

"Today I'll show you what absolute strength really is!"

He gripped the hilt of the Chaos Broken Sword with both hands and raised it high above his head.

Inside the dantian, the dark patterns on the surface of the purple-gold elixir suddenly shone brightly.

A massive amount of chaotic energy was poured into the broken sword without reservation.

Heavenly-rank top-grade martial arts technique.

One sword strike decides life and death!

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a ten-mile radius was completely drained into a vacuum at this moment.

Cao Kun raised his hand, and his sword fell.

A jet-black sword aura extended from the broken sword.

It instantly grew to a hundred feet long!

The sword energy was filled with a suffocating aura of death and annihilation.

cut!

The hundred-foot-long sword energy fell without any hindrance.

"Oh no! Block it!"

The two worshippers felt a chill run down their spines, an unprecedented sense of impending death gripping their entire being.

They frantically squeezed out the spiritual energy within their bodies, manipulating their Dharma forms to raise the giant sword and the mirror of light, attempting to block the descending sword energy.

however.

In the face of true power, all struggles are futile.

"Sizzle!"

The two seemingly indestructible Nascent Soul Dharma Images were completely destroyed the moment they touched the black sword energy.

They couldn't even hold on for a moment.

It was split in two!

The light from the collapse of the Dharma form stung everyone's eyes.

The sword energy remained powerful.

He then slashed into the bodies of the two gray-robed retainers.

"Pfft!"

The sound of flesh being torn apart echoed clearly in the night sky, sending chills down one's spine.

The two bodies were cut into two neat halves from head to toe.

Two blinding beams of light shot out from the mangled corpse.

Those are the nascent souls of the two!

The nascent soul's face was filled with extreme terror, and it was desperately trying to use teleportation to escape.

"Trying to run away?"

Cao Kun snorted coldly.

The chaotic energy attached to the surface of the sword energy transformed into a huge black vortex, unleashing an extremely terrifying suction force.

"No!!!"

The two Nascent Soul cultivators let out desperate screams as they were forcibly pulled into the vortex.

"Ahhhhh!"

The agonizing screams lasted only a moment before abruptly ceasing.

The two nascent souls were directly torn into fragments of spiritual energy by the chaotic energy.

Swallow it whole!

Everyone stared wide-eyed, unable to believe what had just happened.

It all happened so fast, it felt so unreal.

Ji Jinian issued the orders.

Two offerings were presented in the form of a Dharma image.

Then Cao Kun drew his sword, severing the physical body and shattering the nascent soul.

All told, it only took about three breaths!

Two powerful Nascent Soul stage cultivators, high and mighty, are gone just like that.

No remains of the body, not even the soul remains.

Qin Canglan gasped, feeling a tingling sensation in her chest.

Yu Linglong's beautiful eyes shone, her legs rubbed together slightly, and her gaze towards Cao Kun revealed undisguised infatuation.

Leng Qingyue stood there, her usually cold eyes filled with infatuation.

The disciples of the Hehuan Sect all maintained an upward-looking posture, resembling stone sculptures.

One sword strike! And another!

Elder Cao is truly a god!

On the deck of the airship.

Ji Jinian still didn't understand what had happened.

What about offerings?

Where are the two Nascent Soul stage experts who were just standing in front of me?

Those were the offerings that the Ji family had paid a fortune to hire!

Was it just chopped off with a single sword strike?

Ji Jinian's legs began to tremble uncontrollably.

A warm, foul-smelling liquid flowed down his trouser leg and dripped onto the deck.

Cao Kun's figure slowly floated down from mid-air, walking step by step toward Ji Jinian.

"You...you stay away!!!"

Ji Jinian retreated while screaming in terror.

He collapsed onto the deck and scrambled backward on his hands and feet.

"I am the young master of the Ji family! If you dare to kill me, my Ji family's Nascent Soul ancestor will never let you get away with it!"

Ji Jinian frantically reached for the storage ring on his hand.

He needs the jade slip for communication! He needs to find the ancestor to save his life!

As soon as you crush it, your family will receive a distress signal immediately.

"Grandpa, save me..."

He had just taken out the jade slip, and hadn't even uttered a word yet.

Swish!

A flash of cold light disappeared in an instant.

"ah!!!"

Ji Jinian let out a heart-wrenching scream.

The right hand that was holding the communication jade slip was severed at the root!

The severed hand, along with the jade slip, flew out and rolled a long way off the deck.

Blood gushed out like a fountain from the smooth cut, splattering all over Ji Jinian's face.

Ji Jinian clutched his broken wrist, writhing in pain on the deck.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

"My father is the head of the Ji family! My ancestor was a Nascent Soul cultivator! Killing me will get you into big trouble!"

"If you let me go, I'll give you anything you want! The flying boat, all the betrothal gifts!"

Ji Jinian completely broke down.

He has lived a life of luxury since childhood; when has he ever suffered like this?

Faced with this god of death, he couldn't even muster the thought of resisting.

Cao Kun walked up to him and patted Ji Jinian's swollen right cheek with the flat of his sword.

"What are you yelling for? I haven't even asked you a question yet."

"I have a question for you. If you answer it correctly, I'll consider it."

"Did those two old men leave their life-bound spirit tablets at your Ji family's main residence?"

Cao Kun knew this very well.

That sword strike just now was a cool way to show off.

But this is, after all, the world of cultivation.

Major factions will leave their core members with their own destiny tokens.

When a person dies, the lights go out, and the family will immediately notice.

If those two old men had a life-saving tablet, they would have to spend some time arranging the scene and shifting the blame to someone else.

"No! There's no life tablet!"

Ji Jinian was in so much pain that he was convulsing, and he dared not hide anything anymore.

He confessed everything like beans spilling from a bamboo tube.

"They were merely guest retainers hired by my father, Hua Lingshi..."

"They have no access to the core members of the family and are not qualified to have their birth chart tablets kept in the ancestral hall..."

"My decision to propose marriage at the Hehuan Sect today was made secretly by myself; neither my father nor the patriarch knew about it!"

Ji Jinian cried and wailed as he explained.

Cao Kun nodded in satisfaction upon hearing this answer.

That's great, it saves us the trouble of destroying evidence and faking the scene.

The cultivation world is so vast that if you die outside, you won't even hear a sound.

Even if the Ji family knew they were in trouble, by the time the investigation reached the Hehuan Sect, it would be too late.

This period of time is enough for Yu Linglong to break through to the Nascent Soul stage.

"Elder Cao, I've told you everything, can you release me now...?"

Looking at the smile on Cao Kun's face, Ji Jinian thought he had been given a second chance at life and spoke in a trembling voice.

"Wait! Young Master Ji, you're already here!"

"Wouldn't you like to experience the unique customs and culture of Hehuan Sect?"

"I'll show you around in a bit!"

Seeing the terrified look in Ji Jinian's eyes, Cao Kun sneered.

Too lazy to listen to his wailing anymore, he swung a powerful, heavy punch at the bottom of his stomach.

"Snapped!"

Ji Jinian's eyes rolled back, and he immediately coughed up blood and fainted.