flstandardbreds Chapter 1790
Chapter 1790
The lingering power of the void arena had not yet dissipated. Although Qilin City had gained the title of "victor," it was as lifeless as if it had lost its soul—beneath the glory on the surface lay the complete collapse of the prestige accumulated over millions of years.
Chen Xuan saw things clearly, and Lin Yuqiong also understood perfectly: if Qilin City did not have the determination to undergo painful reform today, this "victory" would only be the beginning of its destruction, and no one would take this holy city seriously again.
Chen Xuan has always preferred dealing with intelligent people, and sweeping away the Holy City was not something he wanted to do.
His gaze swept over Wang Zheng, Lao Dao, and the other three, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable pressure: "I'll give you one month. If you don't hear news of the destruction of Seven Peaks Holy City after one month, I will personally come to your door."
As soon as he finished speaking, he quietly sent another message.
With just this one sentence, the four celestial beings and gods trembled violently, and a hint of fanaticism appeared in their eyes—following such a powerful figure might be more promising than guarding the dilapidated holy city.
They immediately bowed and kowtowed, their voices filled with unprecedented respect: "We will definitely complete the task on schedule, and will personally visit Qilin City to pay our respects to you, senior!"
Chen Xuan chuckled lightly, said no more, and with a wave of his hand, he turned and left with Yu'er, Xin'er, and the other six Daoist companions.
Along the way, he didn't even spare a glance for Xuanpo—in his eyes, such a so-called genius who had lost his backer was no different from an ant and was not worthy of his attention at all.
But as soon as Chen Xuan flew away, the void behind him was instantly shrouded in blood.
"Chen Xuan! You will die a horrible death!" Xuan Po roared like a madman as he watched his clansmen being killed one by one.
"Why! Why can other holy cities survive, but my Seven Peaks are to be wiped out!" A Seven Peaks elder cried out in despair, only to have his head crushed by Old Dao.
"City Lord! You're foolish! You shouldn't have provoked this fiend in the first place!" Another disciple's wail was drowned out by the cracking sound of bones breaking.
Wang Zheng, Lao Dao, and the other three had faces so dark they could drip water, but their hands didn't stop for a moment—they grabbed the Seven Peaks disciples by the neck and killed them one by one like strangling chickens, blood dripping from between their fingers and congealing into scarlet streams in the void.
In just a few breaths, all the cultivators brought by the Seven Peaks Holy City were reduced to ashes.
After dealing with the remnants of the Seven Peaks, the four slowly turned their heads, their cold gazes falling on their own warship.
There was no warmth in his eyes, only a chilling killing intent, which froze the clansmen and disciples on the warship, who dared not even breathe loudly—everyone knew that the next to be dealt with were those of their own who had humiliated Chen Xuan.
Escape? Absolutely not. If the main body dies, at least the second primordial spirit can survive in the lair; but if I disobey Chen Xuan and the city lord, not only will my primordial spirit be destroyed, but even my soul will be shattered!
"Father! I was wrong! Please beg Senior Chen Xuan to plead for me!" Wang Teng's younger brother was the first to collapse to the ground, tears and snot mixed together, clinging tightly to Wang Zheng's leg.
Wang Teng stood aside, looking at his father's icy face, his heart filled with shock: "He didn't even lift a finger, just said a few words, and my father and the others were willing to kill their own people... Is this the deterrent power of absolute strength?"
Blood Blade looked at his crying and pleading elder brother at his feet, slowly closed his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "If you have to blame someone, blame yourself for not being able to control your mouth back then."
"Father! I don't want to die! I dare not do it again!" Before the man's cry could even finish, Old Dao had already raised his hand, and a stream of immortal power pierced through his chest.
Those who had previously provoked Chen Xuan and his Daoist partner were all second-tier successors from the five great holy cities, and held considerable positions within their clans.
But at this moment, faced with the desire to "survive," this status was as worthless as grass. Wang Zheng and the other three flew back to their respective warships and began to act without saying a word. The first people they wanted to kill were their own children who had once spoken so arrogantly.
At this moment, apart from the true successor, all the other accompanying disciples, clansmen, and elders were killed.