Xian Ni: The God of Killing Returns, Marries Li Muwan at the Beginning

Panic spread like wildfire, and the disciples were in chaos. Some even began packing their belongings, wanting to escape the Great Soul Sect.

Inside the council hall on the main peak of the Great Soul Sect.

Several cultivators dressed in elder robes were sitting together, discussing internal sect affairs.

They are all core members of the Great Soul Sect, with the lowest cultivation level being the early stage of the Void Tribulation Realm. Among them, Elder Yan Luan is a powerful expert at the mid-stage of the Void Tribulation Realm, whose status within the sect is second only to Ancestor Qingniu and several Supreme Elders.

"Gentlemen, recently other forces in Tianniu Continent have been making frequent moves, and we need to strengthen the defense of the border..." Before an elder with white hair could finish speaking, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the hall.

"Reporting to the elders! Something terrible has happened!" A disciple rushed in, his face pale with panic. "The mountain-protecting formation has been breached, and a terrifying killing intent has swept through the entire sect. Our disciples have suffered heavy casualties!"

"what?"

The elders in the council hall stood up instantly, their faces filled with disbelief.

Yan Luan slammed his hand on the stone table, which shattered instantly. He roared, "Insolence! Who dares to run wild in my Great Soul Sect? Where is the patrolling elder? Tell him to bring people to suppress this immediately!"

"It wasn't an outsider..." the disciple said, trembling. "The killing intent came from... from the cave of that cultivator Wang Teng, arranged by Ancestor Qingniu!"

"Wang Teng?"

Yan Luan's pupils suddenly contracted, and the anger on his face instantly froze, replaced by deep horror.

The image of the cultivator she had sent Fan Shanmeng to kill flashed through her mind, along with the seemingly peaceful aura emanating from him when they first met. A storm raged within her.

"How could it be him? He's just a cultivator at the early stage of the Void Tribulation realm, how could he possess such terrifying killing intent?"

The other elders were also in an uproar.

"The cultivator brought by Elder Lü Wenran? I remember he only entered the sect yesterday, how could he suddenly unleash such power?"

"I can feel that killing intent. It's terrifyingly pure, far from ordinary killing power. It's more like the legendary source of the God of Slaughter!"

"The origin of the God of Slaughter? That's an origin that only those peerless, ruthless cultivators who slaughtered billions of lives in ancient times could possibly condense!"

An elderly elder with a weathered face spoke slowly, his voice trembling slightly.

"I have lived for thirty thousand years and have seen countless cultivators. Even the Seven-Colored Immortal Venerable did not possess such a pure killing essence back then. This child... is definitely no ordinary person!"

Yan Luan's face turned pale and then red, her hands clenched tightly until her knuckles turned white. She thought of her contempt for Lin Che and the plan she had made Fan Shanmeng carry out, and a strong sense of unease rose in her heart.

If Lin Che truly possesses such terrifying power, then Fan Shanmeng's actions are undoubtedly courting death, and she herself will likely be implicated as well.

"No, we have to go check on them right now!"

Yan Luan suddenly turned around and walked towards the exit of the main hall. "If this boy really has such strength, if we let him go, he will surely become a major threat to our Great Soul Sect!"

The other elders followed suit, their figures transforming into streaks of light as they sped towards Lin Che's cave.

Meanwhile, deep within the cave of the Green Ox Ancestor, a place completely different from other places, devoid of any murderous aura, as if isolated by an invisible barrier.

The white-haired old man stood with his hands behind his back in front of a huge soul crystal window, gazing at the distant cave shrouded in murderous aura, his turbid eyes flashing with complex light.

Ancestor Qingniu could clearly feel the power of the God of Slaughter's origin, pure and domineering, with a ferocity that could destroy the world, yet it was condensed as if it were a substance, without any waste of leakage.

Such control over one's origin is extremely rare, even among the top cultivators of the Immortal Continent.

"The source of the God of Slaughter... and it was forged through acquired refinement, condensed from mountains of corpses and seas of blood, making it even more domineering and resilient than the source comprehended innately..."

Ancestor Qingniu murmured softly, his tone tinged with a hint of amazement, "This boy's experiences are probably even more arduous and dangerous than I imagined. To be able to temper such a source in such a harsh environment as the extraterrestrial star field, his perseverance and methods are truly rare."

He recalled his first meeting with Lin Che yesterday, the seemingly peaceful yet subtly sharp aura emanating from the other man, and the calm, unwavering eyes in his eyes when he accepted the elder's jade slip.

At the time, he only thought Lin Che was a cultivator with decent talent and a calm temperament, but he never expected that the other party's foundation was so profound.

"The gift in three days... I originally thought it was just to give him an opportunity, but now it seems that I may have underestimated him."

Ancestor Qingniu smiled with a complex expression. "If those supernatural abilities in the Soul-Hiding Pavilion were to fall into his hands, they would probably unleash power far beyond expectations."

At this moment, Lin Che's aura of the God of Slaughter surged once more, and the blood-patterned longsword in the hand of the phantom God of Slaughter trembled slightly, emitting an even more terrifying pressure.

The entire mountain range of the Great Soul Gate began to tremble slightly, countless birds and beasts fled in panic, and the cracks in the protective array in the distance widened again, with the runes flickering weaker and weaker.

The astonishment on the face of the Green Ox Ancestor gradually faded, replaced by a strong killing intent.

At this moment, the eyes of the Green Ox Ancestor instantly turned cold, like ten thousand years of ice. He exuded a faint pressure from the late stage of the Void Tribulation Realm, which was in stark contrast to Lin Che's killing intent, yet they were clearly distinct and did not invade each other.

"This child's potential is terrifying..."

Ancestor Qingniu stroked a black soul jade on the windowsill with his fingertips, his voice low and cold as he said indifferently, "The God of Slaughter's Origin is already defying the heavens, and with his Annihilation Origin, if he were to grow stronger, even the Seven-Colored Immortal Venerable would probably find it difficult to suppress him."

He recalled the legacy of the Great Soul Sect, the entrustment it once gave him, and the open and covert struggles between the various forces on the Immortal Continent.

Lin Che is like a bomb whose destination is unknown. If he stays in the Great Soul Sect, he could bring annihilation to the sect at any time.

"He can condense such a killing god true body at the early stage of the Void Tribulation. When he breaks through to the middle or even late stage of the Void Tribulation... who can still control him then?"

The Green Ox Ancestor's eyes grew colder, and killing intent seemed to condense around him as if it were a tangible substance. "This child cannot be allowed to live."

The Azure Ox Ancestor slowly raised his right hand, and a black soul imprint appeared in his palm, containing terrifying soul power, enough to instantly annihilate a cultivator in the mid-stage of the Void Tribulation Realm.

With just a wave of his hand, this soul imprint could silently infiltrate Lin Che's cave and launch an attack at the crucial moment when the opponent was condensing his true form, thus completely annihilating him.

Just as the soul imprint was about to leave his body, Ancestor Qingniu abruptly stopped. Looking at the increasingly solidified phantom of the killing god in the direction of Lin Che's cave, a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes. (End of Chapter)