An unexpected encounter with the sleeping Little Dragon Girl leads to the annihilation of the Quanzh

At the summit of Zhongnan Mountain, the wind howls and cranes cry.

This Taoist holy site, which should have been tranquil, was now even noisier than the busiest market in Watishi.

A multitude of figures surged from the mountain path, and hyenas, drawn by the scent of blood, converged into a murky torrent.

Among them were seasoned veterans of the martial arts world, inexperienced young swordsmen just starting out, and many more were unknown opportunists who dreamed of rising to the top overnight.

Their weapons gleamed with a greedy, cold light in the afternoon sun, and their gazes, without exception, were all fixed on the unassuming entrance to the ancient tomb in the distance.

"The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms...that's Hong Qigong's signature move! I heard that when that kid uses it, he can actually form the shape of a dragon!"

"Not only that! There's also the Six Meridian Divine Sword! A lost divine skill of the Dali Duan family!"

"I've heard it's the 'Shifting Stars' technique! A closely guarded secret of the Murong family of Gusu!"

Rumors spread like wildfire among the people, each version more bizarre and alluring than the last.

People whispered among themselves, breathing heavily, their eyes burning with fervor.

They imagined a young man not yet twenty years old possessing three unparalleled martial arts skills that would shake the world, which in itself was an incomprehensible miracle.

In their eyes, Lin Ye was no longer a person.

He is a walking treasure trove, a gold mine that, once opened, will yield divine martial arts manuals.

"The Quanzhen Sect has issued a kill order! If we capture Lin Ye, we'll not only receive a thousand taels of gold, but we might also gain the favor of Master Qiu and become disciples of the Quanzhen Sect!"

"Hmph, what's so great about joining the Quanzhen Sect? As long as we can force that kid to memorize the secret manuals... even just one, that's enough to establish a sect and dominate for a hundred years!"

Greed is the best catalyst; it completely burned the so-called "code of honor" to ashes.

Everyone is calculating and waiting, waiting for an opportunity, waiting for someone to rush forward first so that they can reap the benefits.

Before the ancient tomb lies another world.

All the noise, greed, and murderous intent were kept out by an invisible wall.

The wind lifted the hem of Lin Ye's clothes and also stirred Xiaolongnu's ink-black hair.

The two stood side by side, with the deep tomb door behind them and a vast army in front of them.

It seemed as if the whole world had dwindled to just the two of them.

Little Dragon Girl had never seen so many people before.

Her cool, clear eyes were like an ancient, still pool, reflecting the crowds below the mountain.

She didn't understand the fanaticism and greed in those people's eyes, nor could she sense the overwhelming murderous aura.

She just felt...

They are noisy.

It disturbed her and Lin Ye's peace and quiet.

She turned her head slightly and looked at the man beside her.

Lin Ye's face was unusually calm; his eyes, which used to always carry a gentle smile, were now as deep as the night, utterly still.

He didn't look at the so-called "martial arts heroes" below the mountain; his gaze pierced through time and space, landing on a more distant place.

He was once a disciple of the Quanzhen Sect, and was seen as the most lowly and easily bullied person by those people down the mountain.

The insults from Zhao Zhijing, the disdain from his fellow disciples—those cold and desperate days felt like yesterday.

But now, they've arrived.

They used the guise of "cleansing house" and "acting on behalf of Heaven" to seize everything from him.

It's ridiculous.

When he was Lin Ye, the bullied child, they regarded him as an ant.

When he possessed power beyond their reach, they regarded him as a demon.

The distinction between "good" and "evil" in this world is never determined by reason, but by who has the bigger fist.

Qiu Chuji's loud voice, amplified by his internal energy, resounded throughout the entire valley.

"Lin Ye! You traitorous disciple! You have committed heinous crimes by harming your fellow disciples! Today, our Quanzhen Sect is acting on behalf of Heaven to cleanse our sect! If you surrender, perhaps we can spare your life!"

His voice was filled with a sanctimonious air of righteousness, instantly igniting the emotions of the crowd.

"Kill this monster!"

"Hand over the secret manual of this divine skill!"

"Avenge Master Yin!"

The shouts of battle were deafening, and the crowd began to surge forward slowly like a tide. The sounds of swords being drawn were continuous and extremely jarring.

The air was thick with the smell of rust and sweat, and the tense atmosphere was stretched to its limit.

Just then, Lin Ye made a move.

He didn't look at the clamoring Qiu Chuji, nor did he look at those seemingly crazy martial arts practitioners.

He simply turned his head slowly and looked at Xiaolongnu.

In that instant, all sounds from the outside world disappeared.

His eyes remained calm, but beneath that calm lay a turbulent undercurrent that no outsider could fathom.

That wasn't murderous intent, nor was it anger; it was something purer and more primal.

A lurking beast, guarding its only treasure, finally opened its eyes.

He asked her with his eyes: Are you scared?

Little Dragon Girl understood.

There was not a trace of fear in her clear, moon-like eyes.

She simply looked at him quietly, then shook her head slightly.

She knew nothing of江湖恩怨 (jianghu grievances) or 神功秘籍 (divine skills and secret manuals).

All she knew was that the person in front of her was her whole world.

Anyone who tries to destroy her world is her enemy.

She didn't need to ask Lin Ye what he was going to do, nor did she need to know why.

As long as he was there, she had nothing to fear.

Lin Ye smiled after receiving her response.

The smile was faint, yet it pierced through the gloomy sky like a ray of light.

He turned his head again and looked at the surging crowd, that ocean of greed.

So be it.

Since this world offers no way to survive, then we'll fight our way out.

Since this world can't tolerate the two of them, then let's utterly destroy it!

Today, let the blood of Zhongnan Mountain stain this sky red.

Today, we went on a killing spree!

This thought, like a black lightning bolt, exploded in his mind!

Without the slightest hesitation, without the slightest reluctance, there was only a chilling and resolute determination!

【Ding! 】

Just as this resolute killing intent reached its peak, a cold, mechanical voice rang in his mind.

[Detection indicates the fusion of the host's protective heart and domineering killing intent, initiating the unique hidden quest 'The Path of the King'!]

[Congratulations, host! You have received the beginner reward—the peerless divine weapon: Juque!]

The moment the words left his mouth, the air in front of Lin Ye suddenly distorted!

A black rift, visible to the naked eye, appeared out of thin air, from which a primordial, profound, and domineering aura surged forth!

The shouts of battle from the foot of the mountain abruptly ceased.

Everyone stared in disbelief at this incredible scene.

A massive, thick, black sword was slowly being drawn from the crack.

It has no sword edge, no luster whatsoever; all the light in the world is swallowed up by its unfathomable blackness.

It hovered quietly in front of Lin Ye, its blade devoid of any ornate decorations, bearing only the ancient simplicity and vicissitudes left by time.

However, just looking at it gives one a suffocating feeling that comes from the depths of one's soul.

That was not a sword.

That was a mountain, a sky, an irresistible, absolute power!

Lin Ye reached out and grasped the sword hilt.

The feeling of holding it was heavier than I had imagined.

This weight is enough to crush any top-tier martial arts master.

But when Lin Ye grasped it, he was grasping an extension of his own body, a perfect fit.

An immense and unparalleled power surged through his limbs and bones along the hilt of the sword!

Juque.

Forged by the master swordsmith Ou Yezi, the sword is blunt yet heavy, and is the most revered in the world.

Legend has it that once this sword is drawn, any other sharp sword will be as vulnerable as rotten wood before it.

It is not for "stabbing" or "slicing".

It's used for "smashing".

Use the purest, most savage, and most unreasonable power to crush everything in front of you!

Lin Ye held the sword in one hand, the black giant sword pointing diagonally downwards, the ancient blade reflecting the light in his dark pupils.

He raised his eyes and looked down at the group of people who were already stunned.

That look in his eyes has changed.

If he was like a bottomless, icy pool just now.

At this moment, he is like a silent volcano about to erupt.

"Come."

He uttered a single word softly.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was like a thunderclap, clearly reaching the ears of everyone present.

That was the indifference of a ruler ruling the world, a final ultimatum to ants.

Come, prepare to die.

Among the crowd, Qiu Chuji, also known as Changchunzi, had the most unpleasant expression.

His beard and hair stood on end, his eyes wide open, staring intently at Lin Ye.

There was horror and anger in his eyes, but more than anything, there was the absurdity of having one's divine power challenged by ants.

"Playing tricks!"

Qiu Chuji roared, trying to dispel the chill that was growing uncontrollably in his heart with his voice.

He is the leader of the Seven Immortals of Quanzhen, a highly respected senior in the martial arts world. How could he be intimidated by a traitorous brat?

"This fiend has fallen into demonic ways! Fellow practitioners, let us join forces to subdue this demon and uphold the honor of our righteous path!"

He raised his long sword high, his voice booming like a bell, exuding righteousness.

However, all he received in response was an awkward silence.

To subdue demons and monsters?

Who's going?

you go!

Nobody's a fool.

The aura emanating from that black giant sword made even breathing feel like a luxury, let alone fighting.

Qiu Chuji turned around and saw that the so-called "heroes of the martial arts world" behind him were all looking fearful, and some were even quietly retreating. His old face immediately turned ashen.

"A bunch of useless trash!"

He cursed angrily, but there was nothing he could do.

The reputation of the Quanzhen School must not be ruined here today!

He steeled his resolve and looked at his fellow disciples beside him.

Ma Yu, Wang Chuyi, and others also looked extremely solemn.

"Set up the formation!"

Ma Yu said in a deep voice.

Now, only the Quanzhen Sect's most secret martial arts techniques can bring them a negligible sense of security.

"The Big Dipper Formation!"

Swish!

Swish!

Swish!

The Seven Masters of Quanzhen moved swiftly, and in an instant, they stood in the positions of the Big Dipper, their sword tips all pointing at Lin Ye in front of the ancient tomb.

Once the formation was complete, the seven people's auras were linked, turning into a whole. The terrifying pressure originating from the giant sword was finally somewhat offset.

Qiu Chuji felt somewhat relieved.

The Big Dipper Formation is the number one orthodox formation of the Xuanmen sect, created by Grandmaster Wang Chongyang, and possesses immense power.

He refused to believe that this little beast could turn the world upside down!

"Lin Ye! You traitor who betrayed your master and ancestors! Today I will annihilate you, soul and spirit, so that you may never be reincarnated!"

Qiu Chuji shouted and cursed, his voice echoing through the valley under the amplification of the formation.

Lin Ye watched them quietly.

Looking at this group of people who were once high and mighty, who controlled his fate, now like frightened birds, forming a ridiculous formation.

The Big Dipper Formation?

He smiled.

That smile held no warmth, only pure, cold contempt.

"Noisy."

He squeezed out two words from his throat.

The next second, he moved.

There were no fancy moves, no exquisite footwork.

It's the simplest and most direct step forward.

boom!

The bluestone ground beneath his feet instantly cracked like a spiderweb, with the spot where he landed as the center, and pebbles shot out in all directions!

The entire mountain trembled!

What about people?

Before everyone's eyes, the black figure had vanished from the spot.

not good!

Alarm bells rang in Qiu Chuji's mind as an unprecedented crisis of death enveloped him.

Almost instinctively, he poured all his strength into the longsword and thrust it forward without thinking!

This is the culmination of his life's work; a fierce wind howls from the edge of the sword!

However, it was no use.

A black shadow appeared before him like a ghost.

That jet-black, bladeless greatsword, carrying a force capable of crushing the sky, smashed straight down on his longsword without any skill.

"Clang!"—The loud clang of metal clashing, which everyone had expected, did not occur.

Instead, there was the sickening sound of rotten wood breaking.

Click!

The hundred-refined steel longsword in Qiu Chuji's hand was as fragile as a twisted rope in front of that black giant sword.

Starting from the tip of the sword, it shattered inch by inch, instantly turning into countless fragments that exploded in all directions!

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

With several muffled thuds, several martial arts practitioners who were nearby were unable to dodge in time and had their throats pierced by the shards of the sword. They didn't even have time to scream before they collapsed, clutching their necks.

The giant black "sword" continued its momentum even after smashing the longsword.

Qiu Chuji's pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints.

He wanted to hide.

But under the terrifying aura of a collapsing mountain, his body was as stiff as a stone, unable to even move his little finger.

He could only watch helplessly as the enormous shadow rapidly magnified in his field of vision.