The eldest disciple, Wu Mochou, had his sleeves hanging empty, both arms severed, and his flying sword shattered. He was barely clinging to life.
Cui Yuan wasn't faring much better. He was covered in blood, emaciated, and his True Qi was nearly depleted. He must have used so secret blood-burning technique to barely stay alive.
Another person had managed to run farther away, surviving by sheer luck, but he was also on his last breath, lying on the ground with little ti left.
In an instant, all the snake catchers who had co to participate in the blood sacrifice were either dead or gravely injured.
Xuan Yangzi felt his worldview shatter, as if struck by lightning, unable to accept this reality.
He couldn't help but ponder a question.
What was the cultivation level of this snake?
How could it, at the early Foundation Establishnt Stage, unleash an attack comparable to the Core Formation Stage, crossing an entire major realm and killing so many people in one blow?
Even Cui Yuan, at the Great Perfection Foundation Establishnt, nearly perished! Fortunately, he had blood-refining techniques and nurous magical treasures protecting him. Any other Great Perfection Foundation Establishnt cultivator would likely have been dead by now.
"This snake cannot be allowed to live, or the Snake Catchers Sect will face annihilation!"
Xuan Yangzi's face was grim, and the killing intent in his eyes was almost tangible.
...
Xu Hei took deep breaths, swallowing a large amount of pills again, using the Demon God Cauldron to refine them and maintain his combat state.
"Why... is he still able to move?" Wu Mochou was already bewildered.
Seeing that the opponent still seed capable of fighting, Cui Yuan was equally stunned.
They couldn't comprehend why Xu Hei had such powerful ntal strength!
They had never witnessed a mortal slaying immortals.
So, they didn't understand!
"Whoosh!"
A flying sword shot straight towards Wu Mochou.
Cui Yuan suddenly flashed in front, slapping the flying sword away, but his arm also broke, turning into a mist of blood.
"Junior Nephew Wu!"
Cui Yuan shouted.
Wu Mochou shuddered, struggling to lift his head to look at Cui Yuan.
"Run! I'll hold him off!"
Cui Yuan gritted his teeth, a resolute look in his eyes.
Wu Mochou and he were both at their limits, but the forr was young with an unlimited future. Cui Yuan, on the other hand, was past his pri, and this severe injury ant he would never form his core in this life.
Seeing Wu Mochou still hesitating, Cui Yuan shouted again, "Get out of here!"
His voice was like thunder, snapping Wu Mochou out of his daze.
With red eyes, Wu Mochou solemnly said, "Take care, Uncle Cui!"
He turned and trudged away.
With both arms severed and his True Qi depleted, he could only rely on his legs to run.
Xu Hei's eyes were cold as he spat out the ivory flying sword, aiming once more at Wu Mochou's back.
But Cui Yuan's figure flashed again, appearing in front of the flying sword, shouting loudly.
"Explode!"
Cui Yuan's physical body swelled and then exploded, turning into a mist of blood, with a powerful shockwave sweeping in all directions.
The self-destruction of a Great Perfection Foundation Establishnt cultivator was terrifying. The ivory flying sword was blasted away, flying thousands of ters, even showing cracks.
Even Xu Hei was impacted, flying out like a kite with a broken string, spitting blood.
"Uncle Cui!!"
Wu Mochou cried out in anguish but didn't dare to look back. He bit his tongue and ran for his life, using his remaining legs to escape.
He couldn't die!
His life was bought with Cui Yuan's sacrifice, and he had to live!
With hatred and unwillingness, he had to live on to avenge his fallen brothers!
"Senior Brother..."
Xuan Yangzi's eyes were filled with sorrow.
Of his generation, few were still alive, and now, even Cui Yuan was gone.
Xu Hei flew out, his body once again suffering a severe impact, bones breaking.
Watching Wu Mochou gradually disappear into the distance, Xu Hei's eyes filled with intense grief and anger.
Wu Mochou carried the hope of this lineage; he had a reason to live.
But he also had a reason to die!
"I said, none of you are getting away!"
Xu Hei's eyes were vicious, his remaining True Qi rapidly depleting.
Xuan Yangzi's face changed drastically, shouting, "Be careful!"
At this mont, a small scouting snake appeared near Wu Mochou.
This scouting snake was Xu Hei's only remaining puppet, following him until now. It had no cultivation level and had never participated in a fight.
It had no combat power and was never taken seriously by anyone.
But in this instant!
The positions of the scouting snake and Xu Hei swapped!
"Body Swap!"
Xu Hei's True Qi was exhausted, using a puppet technique from the Earth Puppet Art to switch places with the small snake, appearing right in front of Wu Mochou.
"Die!"
Xu Hei, unable to use any more spells, pounced directly, opening his bloody mouth and biting Wu Mochou's head.
"Ah!!"
Wu Mochou scread miserably, his legs kicking wildly, but Xu Hei didn't budge.
Reverse cultivation, what is reverse cultivation?
Cultivators who follow the natural order are like clay chickens and pottery dogs before a true reverse cultivator, unable to withstand a single blow!
Xu Hei gave him no chance, twisting hard, and Wu Mochou's screams abruptly stopped with a crack, his head severed.
The entire scene fell silent.
The whole Myriad Serpent Valley was deathly quiet, only the sound of the breeze blowing through, carrying the scent of blood.
Around the periter of Myriad Serpent Valley, corpses lay in heaps, all snake catchers, young and old, all dead.
Xuan Yangzi was stunned, standing there like a fool.
With Wu Mochou's death, his lineage was completely wiped out.
Xu Hei, at the early Foundation Establishnt Stage, had killed a late Foundation Establishnt cultivator, forced a Great Perfection Foundation Establishnt cultivator to self-destruct, and slaughtered a large number of elder disciples.
Such a record was simply terrifying.
In that mont, Xuan Yangzi seed to age significantly, feeling sowhat unreal.
"Whoosh!"
Suddenly, taking advantage of Xuan Yangzi's distraction, the mirrored figure flicked his wrist, sending several phantom spirit snakes flying from his sleeve, striking Xuan Yangzi's chest and burrowing in. Xuan Yangzi's face turned pale, spitting blood, quickly circulating his energy to expel the spirit snakes.
"Hey, hey! You actually got distracted. Show so respect, will you? This is an eight-point spell."
The mirrored figure sneered, seizing the opportunity to attack relentlessly, bombarding with various magical treasures and secret techniques.
Their strengths were evenly matched, but Xuan Yangzi, deeply affected, lost his balance, allowing the suspected inner demon to land a successful sneak attack.
At this mont, Xu Hei's spirit was also at its limit, feeling dizzy and on the verge of fainting.
He could only take an Awakening Pill to stay alert.
"What should I do now?"
Xu Hei couldn't intervene in the Core Formation Stage battle; he didn't have that capability yet.
At this mont, facing the mirrored figure's attacks, Xuan Yangzi was at a disadvantage, in a perilous situation, but his eyes showed no panic, only a hint of a cold smile.
"Whoosh!"
Suddenly, a flying sword slashed from afar, its speed like teleportation, aiming at the mirrored figure.
"Clang!"
The mirrored figure took out the Myriad Serpent Cauldron, blocking the sword, his figure retreating rapidly. Xuan Yangzi took the opportunity to escape, landing in the distance.
Xu Hei's eyes focused, looking towards the sky.
Behind Xuan Yangzi, a purple-haired young man had appeared at so point. His hair was disheveled, his attire strange, and he was covered in weapons, yet his presence was almost undetectable.
But from his earlier strike, it was clear that this person was undoubtedly at the Core Formation Stage!
The purple-haired youth glanced around, his gaze sweeping over the corpses outside Myriad Serpent Valley, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes.
"Xuan Yangzi, you seem to be in trouble. What's going on?"
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