The Burial Tower of Immortals buries the heavens, the earth, and all the immortals.

Zhen Gaisi was stunned and stood there.

He saw Ren Pingsheng and his men following behind Qin Changye, all of whom were eyeing him menacingly.

He was certain that if he dared to lift a finger, Qin Changye would be torn to pieces before he was torn to pieces by Ren Pingsheng and the others.

Even if Ren Pingsheng and the others didn't make a move, given the terrifying aura emanating from Qin Changye, killing him would be as easy as killing a dog.

His roar just now was nothing but incompetent empty talk!

Who would have thought that Qin Changye would actually come, catching him completely off guard.

It wasn't until a sudden tearing pain somewhere in his body that he snapped out of his fear.

He turned his head sharply, his eyes pleading for help as he looked at Ai Longyang beside him: "Lord Ai, you just said we're on the same side now. You wouldn't just stand by and do nothing if one of our own is being bullied, would you?"

Ai Longyang put down his wine glass, his gaze falling on Qin Changye, a cold smile appearing on his lips: "So you are Qin Changye. I heard that Miss Tie specifically requested that you marry into her family. If I kill you now, Miss Tie will probably be unhappy."

However, he then changed the subject: "But Miss Tie probably won't mind crippling your cultivation."

Qin Changye didn't even glance at him. Instead, he turned to Ren Pingsheng and the others behind him, who were already eager to try, and said, "Cripple their cultivation and then throw them in front of me."

Ren Pingsheng made the first move, his palm flames flying towards Ai Longyang as if they were alive. The speed was so fast that they left twisted burn marks in the air.

The sharp knife hidden in Master Ta's sleeve was drawn silently, and lifelike phantom images of battle spirits appeared around the blade.

Li Yourong's sword light, like moonlight pouring down, instantly enveloped the other two high-ranking officials of the barbarian kingdom who had just jumped up from their seats.

The outcome of the battle was completely predictable.

These high-ranking officials of the barbarian kingdom were like paper tigers in front of Ren Pingsheng and his group, utterly vulnerable.

A moment later, their dantian was shattered, and they were thrown in front of Qin Changye like four drowned old dogs.

Cao De clutched his burned dantian, blood still gushing from his mouth, yet he still angrily threatened, "Qin Changye, how dare you treat us like this! Tomorrow, on your wedding night with Miss Tie, I will tell you the truth about tonight's events, and she'll use her powerful body to crush you in the first round!"

Qin Changye looked down at him and sneered, "I forgot to tell you, the Miss Tie you mentioned has already been killed by me. However, her body was indeed very thick; my ink sword was almost not enough to pierce through her chest."

The words are not surprising and die endlessly.

Cao De's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief: "You actually dared to kill Miss Tie? Aren't you afraid that General Tie himself will come tomorrow and tear you to pieces, grind your bones to dust?"

"I do hope that Tie Shanyue can come over soon."

Qin Changye's voice even carried a strong sense of anticipation: "In this way, the grudge against my father and the 300,000 Zhenbei Army can be avenged."

Then, Qin Changye drew his ink-black sword, the tip of which slowly swept across Cao De, Jia Dao, and the others: "Among you, who is Tie Shilei?"

Jia Daodang shook his head through gritted teeth: "Master Tie has devoted himself to the study of the Blood Elixir and does not enjoy drinking and merrymaking. He did not come to today's banquet at all."

Qin Changye frowned and continued, "You barbarian spies must have ways of communicating with each other. Contact Tie Shilei now and have him come over as quickly as possible."

The main purpose of this trip is to kill Tie Shilei.

We will not give up until we achieve our goal!

Jia Dao shook his head fiercely: "Others may not know, but we do know that Master Tie is not only from the Tie family, but also the younger brother of General Tie, who was separated from us since childhood. He has a very high status. If we betray him, we will suffer a fate worse than death."

Beside him, Cao De chimed in, "What's more, Master Tie is a complete madman, a hundred times, a thousand times mader than us. We'd rather die by your sword than fall into his hands."

Without a word, Qin Changye drew two arcs with his ink sword, piercing through the chests of Cao De and Jia Dao, who lay on the ground, utterly dead.

Then, Qin Changye looked at the remaining people, such as Shen and Ai Longyang: "Do you want to follow in their footsteps? Or do you want to honestly lure Tie Shilei here?"

The two were surprised by Qin Changye's ruthless and decisive nature; without a word, he sent Cao De and Jia Dao to see the Grandmother.

Of course they didn't want to see their great-grandmother, but when they thought of Tie Shilei, that madman, and his terrifyingly insane methods, they suddenly felt that seeing their great-grandmother wasn't so scary after all.

Seeing the two men firmly shake their heads, Qin Changye moved his ink sword once more.

This time it didn't pierce their hearts, but rather their shoulders.

Blood gushed out, and intense pain swept over them, but neither of them uttered a sound.

As undercover agents, they possessed astonishing patience.

"It doesn't hurt at all!"

"Are you even capable of using such torturous methods?"

The two even turned their provocative gazes toward Qin Changye.

Qin Changye remained expressionless as he took out the silver needles and, amidst a flash of lightning, skillfully inserted them into specific acupoints on their bodies.

The pain was magnified a hundredfold in an instant.

The screams of Shen and Ai Longyang rang out, exceptionally mournful.

The next moment, the two of them rushed to pull out their communication jade slips from their robes, crushed them, and their voices had completely changed: "Tie Shilei is nearby. We've already sent a message, and he'll be here soon!"

While waiting for Tie Shilei to arrive, Qin Changye noticed that the two were wearing star-patterned robes, typical of diviners, with the Big Dipper embroidered on the cuffs.

"Since you are fortune tellers, you must be quite skilled at divination." Qin Changye first looked at Ru Shen: "Then tell me, will you die today?"

Ru Shen abruptly raised his head, enduring the excruciating pain in his shoulder, and replied in as fast as he could, "No! I've calculated it, I won't die today!"

The ink-black sword slashed across his neck in an instant.

Qin Changye flicked the blood off the ink sword, looking at the man's body that had crashed to the ground with disappointment: "Your calculation abilities aren't great either!"

Then he looked at Ai Longyang beside him and said, "You should also do the math. Do you think you'll die today?"

Ai Longyang stared at Ru Shen's corpse, his lips trembling violently. After several breaths of silence, he finally uttered two words in a trembling voice: "Will he die?"

"You're right about the calculations." The ink sword slashed again, and Ai Longyang's corpse fell together with Ru Shen's corpse, and then Qin Changye buried them together in the first level of the Burial Immortal Tower.

After burying the two bodies, Qin Changye's divine sense did not immediately emerge. Instead, he continued to dig out the Thirteen Swords of Zhuxian from the first level of the Burial Tower.

These thirteen longswords were tricked by Qin Changye from the Empress on their wedding day.

The sword, which was originally covered with rust and cracks, has now been warmed and polished to a new shine by the red burial soil of the first layer of the Burial Immortal Tower.

Even the smallest nicks on the blade have been repaired.

In addition, these thirteen longswords also possessed a faint aura of immortal energy, which propelled them, already at an extremely high level, to achieve another qualitative leap.

Ren Pingsheng and the others nearby were stunned.

They couldn't fathom what extraordinary methods Qin Changye had used to transform these thirteen longswords in just over a day.

Qin Changye has created another miracle!

Before they could recover from this wave of shock, they were plunged into another, even greater wave of shock.

As Qin Changye urged them on, the inscriptions on the thirteen longswords began to shimmer with brilliant light, and the blades emitted a deep, resonant clang in the night.

Next, Qin Changye inserted the thirteen swords one by one into the ground around the courtyard, the blades sinking into the stone slabs, leaving only the hilts sticking out.

A magnificent Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation quietly unfolded in the courtyard.

Before the sword intent was even unleashed, many sword marks had silently appeared on the ground.

Qin Changye not only repaired the Thirteen Swords of Zhuxian, but also casually set up the most lethal Zhuxian Sword Formation!

Absolutely terrifying!

As the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation was completed, heavy and hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the courtyard.

An old man with a full head of red hair and a bloody smell strode in.

He was none other than Tie Shilei, the madman who struck fear into the hearts of many barbarian spies.