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Everything’s over!

When Pei Xuanjing struck with his Taiji Sword, the pervasive sword intent seemed to cut off all human perception. In that instant, everything between Heaven and Earth disappeared, and only the black and white colors of sword intent remained.

After the lingering sword intent faded, the bodies of the Third Supreme Elder remained in their original positions, but their life force was completely gone. Everyone understood that they were now dead.

The next moment, the body of the Third Supreme Elder exploded.

With thunderous reverberations, innumerable micro-drizzles descended from the sky. This was no ordinary rain; it contained traces of Heaven and Earth Essence Qi.

The fall of a cultivator replenished Heaven and Earth.

Everyone understood the moment they saw the Spiritual Rain, that the Third Supreme Elder of the Canglang Palace, more importantly, the Eighth-Level Spiritual Realm cultivator admired by all, had utterly fallen, vanishing between Heaven and Earth.

Seeing this, all the surrounding cultivators felt a sense of sorrow. The fall of such a powerful cultivator inevitably evoked a sense of shared grief.

However, the fall of one powerful cultivator only marked the rise of another. Today’s battle signified Pei Xuanjing, a strong cultivator from the ancestral land, truly ascending to a rare position among the strong in the world, becoming one of the few who could comprehend this Great World.

“Master!”

“Third Supreme Elder!”

“…”

Many of the Canglang Palace’s cultivators, seeing their own Third Supreme Elder fall, were filled with grief and rage.

They had never imagined that a conflict started by a mere Fifth-Level Spiritual Realm disciple would exact such a heavy price. First, a Seventh Level Spiritual Realm cultivator was killed by Pei Xuanjing, and now one of the five strongest of the Canglang Palace, the Third Supreme Elder, had also fallen here.

The fall of the Third Supreme Elder was an irreplaceable loss for the Canglang Palace. To be blunt, the Canglang Palace’s status as a dominant force relied heavily on several Eighth Level Spiritual Realm cultivators.

Even if all the ordinary disciples were wiped out and the Seventh Level Spiritual Realm cultivators fell, as long as these five existed, the Canglang Palace would continue to stand firmly in the world, still commanding everything as a dominant force.

At this moment, the death of the Third Supreme Elder sent a chill through Wei Ping. He fully realized that he had messed up his return this time and had provoked a terribly dangerous enemy for the Canglang Palace.

Eighth Level cultivators of the Spiritual Realm were indeed formidable in this world, having long lives and great power. Scarcely anything could threaten their existence.

In thousands of years in the Sky Wasteland, even during constant battles between the human race and the Demon Race, the most powerful cultivators to have died were only at the Seventh Level of the Spiritual Realm. Eighth Level cultivators, with their significant lifespans, even when injured, would not perish easily.

And yet, only a few decades into the resurgence of this Ancestral Land, with the various powers of the Sky Wasteland yet to return, such a significant event had occurred, resulting in the death of an Eighth-Level Spiritual Realm cultivator—a truly unimaginable occurrence.

This moment made everyone understand the brutality of this Great World. It was a world where all creatures had to struggle for survival, and anyone could lose their life at any moment.

And the death of the Third Supreme Elder of the Canglang Palace officially marked the beginning of this brutal era.

“Today, Canglang Palace has lost. Your wish to kill or carve us up is entirely up to you.” Wei Ping, suppressing the sorrow on his face, took a step forward and looked at Pei Xuanjing.

At this point, he had no other options. Even the Third Supreme Elder was killed by his adversary, and everyone left in the Canglang Palace, including him, posed no threat to Pei Xuanjing.

Therefore, he stared ahead and initiated the conversation, hoping that Pei Xuanjing would exhibit the pride of a powerful cultivator and refrain from harming his people, thereby protecting the numerous disciples behind him and securing a ray of hope for them.

“So what do you think I should do?” Pei Xuanjing looked at the tough-acting Wei Ping and calmly began.

He saw right through his adversary’s plans, though he didn’t expose them.

He hadn’t yet figured out how to deal with these people. After all, the conflict this time was likely started by one person, so the disciples of Canglang Palace shouldn’t be blamed. Even though they had clashed with him, these disciples did not deserve to die.

However, letting them off easily did not align with Pei Xuanjing’s intention to establish his dominance.

As far as Pei Xuanjing was concerned, these people were not threats to him, but that didn’t mean they were weak. Strength and weakness were relative terms. To the many disciples of the Taoist School and Shenxiao Sect, these people were indeed a massive threat.

Wei Ping remained silent, uttering not a word. He understood that he was at the mercy of others and had no right to decide his own fate. The only thing he could do was accept his disposition.

He discreetly communicated with the many disciples behind him, urging them to calm down and not to draw Pei Xuanjing’s attention or incite his intent to kill.

Of course, he had also prepared for the worst. If Pei Xuanjing genuinely intended to execute the disciples of the Canglang Palace, he and the remaining Seventh Level cultivators would fight back, seeking an escape route for the many disciples.

Such righteousness came not only from Wei Ping’s loyalty and sense of belonging to the Canglang Palace, but also from his understanding that, compared to ordinary disciples, they were more of a threat to the Shenxiao Sect. Therefore, Pei Xuanjing would definitely not let them off easily.

They would surely die, escaping was impossible, so rather than waiting to be slaughtered, it would be better to secure an opportunity for these disciples.

“How about this? All of you who are above the Sixth Level of the Spiritual Realm, commit suicide here. In return, I will spare the ordinary disciples,” said Pei Xuanjing, setting a condition.

However, as soon as he proposed this condition, the faces of Wei Ping and the other Canglang Palace cultivators changed. They had never anticipated such a proposal from him.

The surrounding cultivators, too, were taken aback upon hearing Pei Xuanjing’s words, seemingly gaining a deeper understanding of him.

Pei Xuanjing had indeed struck mercilessly and decisively. But that was just a demonstration of his power. What they knew about his character was largely hearsay. They had little first-hand knowledge of him.

But at this moment, hearing him set such a condition, they couldn’t help but shiver inwardly.

Pei Xuanjing was indeed not one to show mercy. If there was a conflict between the two sides, especially after killing the Third Supreme Elder of the Canglang Palace, with their relationship beyond reconciliation, he wouldn’t feign magnanimity or pretend to act like a big man. Instead, he chose to strangle all enemies in the cradle.