A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

Wang Zhenshan's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints.

He has lived for over seventy years and experienced at least eighty or a hundred battles, big and small. His position as the head of the Wang family is not solely based on seniority and experience.

The moment he saw the smile on Ji Zhengdao's face, he realized something was wrong.

That wasn't Wang Bing's smile.

What does Wang Bing's smile look like?

Arrogant, domineering, with a foolish "I'm the best in the world" attitude.

Like a proud little rooster, he wants the whole world to know how awesome he is.

But what about that smile in front of you?

Cold, cunning, with the composure and mockery of a hunter looking at his prey.

It was like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, calculating the most lethal angle to strike.

This is not Wang Bing!

The moment this thought exploded in his mind, the Taibai sword energy had already rushed towards him.

Wang Zhenshan didn't even have time to warn anyone before his body reacted before his mind could process it.

He stomped his foot and shot out like a cannonball, instantly blocking the Wang family members who hadn't even reacted yet.

"Taishan Stone Guardian!"

With a loud shout, Wang Zhenshan formed hand seals, and his spiritual power surged wildly, forming a thick, earthy-yellow phantom in front of him.

It was the phantom of a mountain, ancient and imposing, with a solemn and majestic aura, as if a real mountain stood before him, suppressing everything and resisting all things.

This is one of the Wang family's secret techniques, known as "invulnerable to all laws and repelling all evil."

however--

The moment the Taibai sword energy struck the phantom of Shi Gandang, Wang Zhenshan's expression changed.

The feeling is like thinking you've blocked a flying rock, only to find out it's a cannonball.

"Click—"

A crisp cracking sound rang out sharply in the silent council chamber.

A crack appeared on the phantom image of Shi Gandang.

Then came the second, the third, the fourth...

Cracks spread rapidly like a spider web, covering the entire surface of the phantom, dense and shocking.

Wang Zhenshan's pupils contracted again, and the spiritual power within his body surged out like a flood, attempting to stabilize the illusory figure and repair the cracks.

But it's no use.

That Taibai sword energy was too sharp, so sharp that it was unreasonable.

It's like a red-hot knife cutting into butter, devastating and unstoppable.

The phantom of Shi Gandang only lasted for five seconds.

Five seconds later, accompanied by a deafening explosion, the thick, earthy-yellow phantom shattered, turning into countless fragments of spiritual energy that bloomed like fireworks, bathing the entire council hall in a golden light.

Although the Taibai sword energy had been greatly depleted and its power weakened considerably, its momentum remained undiminished, slashing straight towards Wang Zhenshan.

"Pfft—"

A muffled thud.

Blood splattered everywhere.

Wang Zhenshan's right arm, from his palm to his elbow, was neatly sliced ​​in two by the sword energy.

The white bone fragments were exposed, and the bright red flesh was rolled up, like a blooming flower.

Wang Zhenshan groaned and staggered back a few steps, his left hand tightly covering the wound on his right arm. Blood gushed from between his fingers, dripping onto the ground and forming a small, shocking red puddle.

He looked up at the familiar yet unfamiliar face before him, his eyes filled with disbelief.

With a single move, just one move, he broke the family's secret technique!

"Old man, you're pretty good at holding your own, aren't you?"

Ji Zhengdao's voice still carried the arrogance and flamboyance unique to the king, but there was a hint of playfulness and mockery in his tone, as if he were teasing a dying prey.

"Come on, block one more so I can see."

Ji Zhengdao stretched out his hands, grabbed the two ends of the dark spatial rift, and with a sudden burst of strength, pulled it apart—

He forcibly tore the spatial rift even larger.

The crack, which was not large to begin with, instantly expanded to nearly a meter wide after he pulled it like that. It looked like a hideous scar, stretching across the void, with its edges glowing with a ghostly blue light and emitting a chilling aura.

The next second, countless small Taibai sword energies roared out from the crack, shooting towards the Wang family members in the council hall.

The scene was absolutely spectacular.

It was terrifying.

Like a torrential rain of pear blossoms, like a volley of arrows, with sharp, piercing sounds, they tore through the air, ripped through the void, and blanketed the entire council hall.

The light of the sword energy illuminated the entire council hall as bright as day, and even the air seemed to be cut into countless fragments, emitting a piercing buzzing sound.

The Wang family members, who finally realized what was happening, immediately erupted into chaos.

Holy crap!

"Defend! Defend now!"

"Form ranks! Form—"

"ah--!"

Screams rose and fell, and blood splattered everywhere.

Some of the Wang family members tried to use magical artifacts to defend themselves, some tried to cast defensive spells, some tried to dodge using their movement techniques, and some tried to find cover to hide.

But it's no use.

Those Taibai sword energies were too sharp, so sharp that they inspired despair.

What defensive artifacts, what protective auras, what iron bell shields and iron shirts? Before those streaks of snow-white sword energy, they were all as fragile as paper, crumbling at the slightest touch.

A member of the Wang family raised a shield-shaped magical artifact, infusing it with spiritual power. The surface of the shield shone with a golden light, looking quite intimidating.

A sword aura flew over, and with a "crack," the shield, along with the layer of golden light, was sliced ​​in two, the cut as smooth as a mirror.

The Wang family member stared blankly at the shield that was now only half intact. Before he could react, a second sword aura had already swept across his neck.

His head flew high into the air, his face still bearing that dazed expression, his mouth slightly open as if he wanted to say something.

Blood gushed from the severed neck, like a red fountain, splashing onto the floor of the council chamber and staining a large area red.

Several people nearby were splattered with blood and let out a terrified scream. They hurriedly retreated, but before they could take a few steps, they were overtaken by the sword energy that followed closely behind and their lives were taken.

Some people tried to evade using their agility.

But the sword energy was too dense, dense and overwhelming, covering everything in all directions, leaving no blind spots.

If you dodge to the left, there are three sword energies waiting for you on the left.

If you dodge to the right, five sword energies will be attacking you from the right.

As you jump into the sky, there are still more than a dozen sword energies swirling above your head;

You lie down on the ground, and several sword energies are still chasing after you and slashing at your butt.

What's even more infuriating is that the bastard who released the sword energy seemed to have no control over his gun at all.

He clung to the spatial rift, swaying from side to side.

It would sway to the left one moment, to the right the next, sometimes lifting up, sometimes pressing down, like someone who was drunk, wobbling and swaying without any discernible pattern.