The spiritual energy was restored, and he became a mortal immortal in two days.

The opponent's move just now was effortless and instantly suppressed the entire scene. His cultivation level was unfathomable and he was no ordinary person!

It is very likely that he is a true disciple of a reclusive sect, or even one of the top immortal sects with a Nascent Soul ancestor in charge!

The old ghost, shrouded in black mist, spoke in a hoarse voice like a night owl: "Boy, whoever you are, retreat now, and we'll let bygones be bygones!"

"If you continue to remain obstinate, you will become enemies of our three sects!"

"You can't afford the consequences!"

Li Kuang, carrying a massive, blood-red sword the size of a door, grinned maliciously, "Playing tricks! I'll see what you're really made of!"

Although he was also shocked, he was hot-tempered and did not believe that anyone could fight against the tens of thousands of troops below them, who were all three Golden Core cultivators!

Chen Xiang slowly raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the three figures in the air, his face expressionless, as if he were looking at three buzzing flies.

He spoke, his voice not loud, yet it carried clearly to every corner of the battlefield, carrying a faint, seemingly heavenly indifference and mockery:

"Immortal Sect? Covenant?"

He shook his head slightly, a faint smile curving his lips, yet one that sent a chill down the spines of Master Yunlan and the others.

"I do not belong to any immortal sect."

The moment he finished speaking, he moved.

There were no hand seals or incantations, and no magical artifacts were used.

He simply extended his right index finger toward the three people in the air.

Then, he gently tapped Yunlan Zhenren.

"A sword? That's not how you use it."

A glimmer of light bloomed from his fingertip, initially as faint as a firefly, but instantly transformed into a line of utmost purity, seemingly capable of cleaving heaven and earth and severing time!

That wasn't sword energy, sword aura, or even a physical entity! It was the very concept of "sword" manifested at his fingertips!

Master Yunlan's pupils constricted sharply, and he was terrified!

He had cultivated the way of the sword for hundreds of years, and had never seen such pure and terrifying "sword intent"!

He couldn't even understand what it was!

He felt that his soaring sword intent, protective true essence, and even his soul were as fragile as paper in front of that clear light "line"!

"No--!"

He roared and desperately activated his natal flying sword, unleashing the most dazzling sword light of his life in an attempt to resist!

laugh!

A clear line swept across the sky.

Master Yunlan's roar abruptly ceased. He stiffly lowered his head, staring at his chest.

A barely perceptible slit extended from the center of the forehead all the way to the dantian.

No blood flowed out, because everything at the wound, including his flying sword, golden core, and soul, was "erased" the instant that "line" touched it.

His body, like a weathered sand sculpture, turned into the finest dust, scattering away in a soft rustling sound.

Not even a trace was left.

With a single finger, he killed a sword cultivator in the late Golden Core stage!

"What?!"

The Yin Bone Old Ghost and the Fierce Madman were horrified, their livers and gallbladders trembling with fear!

They didn't even see what happened. Yunlan Zhenren, whose strength was similar to theirs, was gone just like that?!

"escape!"

With only this thought in their minds, the two no longer cared about saving face or their mission, and turned to flee in a flash of light!

Did I tell you to leave?

Chen Xiangping's calm voice rang out again.

Without retracting his right index finger, he merely turned his wrist slightly and gently pointed again in the direction where the Yin Bone Old Ghost and Li Kuang had fled.

This time, it's no longer a "line".

Instead, two extremely tiny, yet breathtakingly beautiful, ethereal blue lotus flowers appeared out of thin air behind the two of them.

The lotus flower spun, its petals trembling slightly.

The protective black aura and malevolent spirits surrounding the Yin Bone Old Ghost seemed to have encountered their nemesis, letting out a shrill scream and instantly dissolving.

He himself felt an irresistible purifying force surging into his body.

His Xuan Yin Demon Art, which he had cultivated for hundreds of years, the countless resentments entangled with his soul, and even his own existence, were all rapidly disintegrated, purified, and returned to nothingness under this power.

He couldn't even utter a scream before turning into a wisp of smoke and dissipating in the wind.

The more ferocious, the worse it becomes.

He felt as if the space around him had turned into an impenetrable wall, trapping him completely.

Then, an indescribable force of "dismantling" acted upon him.

His supposedly powerful body, capable of withstanding the bombardment of magical treasures, was as if being peeled away and dismantled layer by layer by an invisible hand, his muscles, bones, internal organs, and meridians shattering inch by inch.

Yet strangely, there was no blood splattering, as if an exquisite model had been instantly disassembled into its most basic parts.

In the end, only a pile of lifeless and unstructured "pieces" remained on the spot, along with the crimson giant sword that clattered to the ground.

Two fingers, and two more Golden Core cultivators are destroyed!

The entire process, from Chen Xiang's intervention to the complete annihilation of the three Golden Core elders, took only three breaths.

Relaxed, casual, even a little boring.

It was as if he had just casually crushed three noisy insects.

The battlefield remained deathly silent for a full ten breaths.

Then--

"Thump!"

"Splash! Splash!"

The surviving disciples, elders, and deacons of the three sects, regardless of their cultivation level or where they were, all lay limp on the ground as if their bones had been removed, their faces as pale as paper, their eyes empty, filled with boundless fear and despair!

Some people with weak willpower were so frightened that they fainted.

The garrison at Iron Wall Pass rubbed their eyes in disbelief, confirming that the three powerful enemies who had haunted them like a nightmare for two years had truly vanished, and then...

"A deity... a deity descended to earth!"

"Heaven has eyes! Heaven has eyes!"

"Your Majesty! Long live the Emperor! May the gods protect us!"

The deafening cheers, cries, and shouts erupted like a landslide and a tsunami!

Countless wounded soldiers threw down their weapons and knelt down in excitement, kowtowing frantically towards the figure in blue robes in the center of the battlefield! Hot tears mixed with blood streamed down their weathered faces.

The old general, tears streaming down his face, knelt down deeply in the direction of Prime Minister Chen.

I stood there, gazing at this dreamlike scene before me, at that man in his green robes, my heart churning with a mix of emotions: shock, excitement, relief, lingering fear, and an indescribable sense of pride and warmth.

Holy Master... Is this the true power of the Holy Master?

They regarded the elixir of immortality as ants and an army as nothing.

A celestial being descends to earth, capable of covering the heavens with a single hand!

Chen Xiang withdrew his finger, as if he were merely flicking non-existent dust off his sleeve.

He turned around, his gaze calmly fixed on me, then swept over the kneeling, excited soldiers, and finally looked towards the eastern horizon, towards the direction of the three great immortal sects' mountain gates.

His voice rang out again, calm yet imbued with an undeniable authority, as if announcing the arrival of a new era:

"From this day forward, the Heavenly Wind Dynasty will no longer pay taxes, offer tribute, kneel, or kowtow to the Immortal Sect!"