How can simply creating a sect make you invincible?

All the cultivators in the city looked up, and many were whispering among themselves.

These were people who had never participated in the Youlan Dynasty before. At this moment, looking at the terrifying white-clad figure in the sky above the royal city, everyone felt only extreme fear.

"It's over... The Shangwu Dynasty is truly and utterly finished now."

A voice, trembling barely concealed, rose timidly from the crowd: "Those who followed the King in the massacre of the Youlan royal family, you'd better step forward and confess your crimes! Surrendering voluntarily will at most result in death. But if you dare to harbor any illusions and this senior discovers your guilt, it will be a catastrophe that will implicate your entire clan and wipe out your entire family!"

As soon as he finished speaking, many people around him nodded in agreement, their eyes filled with fear and recognition.

"That's absolutely right. The white-robed senior, suspended in mid-air, didn't even move a finger the entire time. He merely released a wisp of pressure, and he easily crippled the patriarch of the Shangwu Dynasty, leaving him no room for resistance whatsoever. What is there to fight against?"

"Fellow Daoist is absolutely right... Such heaven-reaching and earth-shattering methods are simply beyond the ability of mortals to contend with."

Another murmur arose: "Look, that girl next to the senior... she looks so familiar!"

This sentence instantly stirred the thoughts of those around her, and many people looked up to scrutinize Xia Nianqiu.

A moment later, one of them suddenly felt a jolt in his heart, instantly realizing what had happened. He lowered his voice even further, his voice tinged with a mixture of shock and fear: "I almost forgot! Her portrait was plastered all over the streets, alleys, post stations, and city gates of the entire Shangwu Dynasty. She was the dynasty's number one wanted criminal, with a hefty bounty on her head. She was the legendary remnant of the previous dynasty whose whereabouts were unknown!"

"Keep your voice down! Do you want to die?"

No sooner had he said this than the person next to him shouted in a low voice and hurriedly covered his mouth with his hand.

"With such a powerful figure backing you up, how dare you call yourself a remnant of the previous dynasty? If those four words reach this senior's ears, your entire life, and even your family and friends, will be buried with you!"

The person who was reprimanded froze instantly, his back drenched in cold sweat. He bowed deeply, his face filled with lingering fear, and said, "Fellow Daoist is right! Thank you for your timely reminder. It was my recklessness and ignorance that nearly led to the massacre of my entire family!"

Standing in the square, Lu Chen looked down at the dense, silent crowd below. After a long while, seeing that not a single person had stepped forward to confess,

Lu Chen slightly raised his eyes, piercing through the layers of people, and looked directly towards the direction of the royal palace.

At this moment, King Shangwu was already terrified by the scene of abolishing the ancestor, and was trembling all over.

The moment he felt that icy gaze fixed on him from above, King Shangwu could no longer maintain his imperial dignity and scrambled back into the depths of the palace in a disheveled and pathetic state.

But since Lu Chen had already locked onto him, how could he give him any chance to escape or hide?

Lu Chen slowly raised his slender right hand, his fingertips twitching slightly, and the invisible immortal energy around him quietly flowed and vibrated.

A vast and powerful, transcendent immortal force swept out from afar, traversing hundreds of feet and ignoring space and barriers.

The next moment!

An invisible suction force suddenly enveloped the panicked King Shangwu, forcibly pulling him out from the depths of the hall!

The Martial King was forcibly pulled into the air and instantly hovered in mid-air in front of Lu Chen, unable to move.

Lu Chen's eyes were indifferent, and without the slightest hesitation, a wisp of divine thought instantly invaded the consciousness of the Martial King.

The domineering soul-searching technique was suddenly activated!

King Shangwu convulsed violently, his face contorted and deformed. Countless fragments of memories in his sea of ​​consciousness, the past sins of all those who participated in the massacre, those who sheltered criminals, and those who harmed loyal officials, were forcibly stripped away.

Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye.

Lu Chen slowly withdrew his divine sense and released the immortal energy that had been binding the other party.

puff-

King Shangwu lost all support, his consciousness was severely damaged, and his spirit completely collapsed. Like a lump of mud, he fell heavily from mid-air and crashed hard onto the cold bluestone ground of the square.

He was limp, foaming at the mouth, and his eyes were empty and dull. He had become a complete cripple, and his former imperial majesty and domineering presence had vanished.

Tens of thousands of people witnessed this scene, and everyone's heart clenched and their scalp tingled, leaving no room for any hope.

Lu Chen looked down, his voice slowly echoing throughout the entire Martial Royal City, reaching the ears of everyone present:

"This is your last chance to confess."

"I only counted to 10."

"After ten times, all those who participated in the massacre of the Youlan royal family remained in hiding."

"I will personally go to their door and exterminate their entire family!"

The chilling words exploded in everyone's ears like thunder, each word piercing their hearts, leaving no room for maneuver.

Everyone had just witnessed Lu Chen's terrifying methods of crushing the dynasty's patriarch and the domineering Soul-Searching King. Now, upon hearing these harsh words, no one dared to harbor any illusions or test the law.

The deathly silence was shattered!

Among the crowd, countless members of the royal family, elders, and those who had followed the dynasty and participated in the Youlan Dynasty in the past, walked out of the crowd with stiff bodies and staggering steps, heads bowed, full of despair, and obediently lined up in the open space in the center of the square, voluntarily surrendering and confessing their crimes.

One person, ten people, a hundred people...

Some people even came out of their own residences and gathered in the vast palace square.

No one dared to run away, no one dared to hide, and no one dared to resist in the slightest.

In less than half an hour, the vast and empty Royal City Square was already filled with more than a thousand people.

These people all have the blood of the Youlan Dynasty on their hands.

Suddenly, an old man knelt at the front: "Senior, the massacre of the Youlan Dynasty was a sin we committed. We are willing to confess our sins, and we only ask that you spare our families. They are all innocent people and have never participated in this matter."

The others behind them also shouted: "We confess our guilt, please spare our families, senior!"

Lu Chen scanned everyone below with his divine sense, and they were all here, just like the people in King Shangwu's mind.

Lu Chen extended a finger and gently tapped the air below. A terrifying force instantly pressed everyone below to the ground, crippling their cultivation.

"Nianqiu, I have abolished the cultivation of these people. The people who killed your Xia family back then are all here. Go down and do it yourself!"

Xia Nianqiu's eyes reddened at the sight. She hadn't expected that she would be being chased just moments before, and now she saw her enemies kneeling before her: "Disciple...disciple thanks Master."

"Alright! Go down now!"

Lu Chen channeled a gentle force through his fingertips, gently supporting Xia Nianqiu beside him and slowly carrying her to the center of the square.

Xia Nianqiu looked up, and the coldness and hatred that had been building up in her eyes for more than a decade surged forth instantly.

These more than a thousand people were all the culprits who participated in the massacre of her entire Xia family back then!

Without the slightest hesitation or reluctance, Xia Nianqiu drew her longsword!

With her Foundation Establishment stage cultivation, she instantly charged into the crowd.

puff!

The first sword light fell, blood gushed out, and the head of an enemy rolled off the ground. Even in death, the man's eyes were filled with extreme fear and regret.

Xia Nianqiu's eyes were cold and indifferent, without the slightest ripple. With a slight flick of her wrist, she raised her longsword once more.

Swords flashed, and streaks of cold light crisscrossed the square.

One sword, one man; one sword, one slaying!

Today's slaughter is only to console the tragically deceased members of my clan and to personally settle every debt of blood.

The screams and wails rose and fell, but no one dared to flee; they could only passively endure the cruelest revenge and reckoning.

Blood continuously stained the pristine bluestone ground, meandering along the cracks in the stones, and a strong stench of blood permeated the entire royal city.

Xia Nianqiu's Foundation Establishment cultivation was running smoothly. She fought her way from one end of the plaza to the other, her gaze always cold and resolute. Every sword strike was an end to a deep-seated blood feud.

Time passed slowly, a full half hour.

Until the last enemy was cut down by the sword light, the wailing in the entire square completely disappeared.

Xia Nianqiu sheathed his sword and stood tall in the center of the pool of blood, breathing slightly. The hatred that had been building up in his eyes for more than a decade finally dissipated at this moment.