At this moment, the sun was at its zenith. Not only was it mealtime, it was also the hour Sword Saint Yu Fenji had given as the final ultimatum to Dongwu City. Yu Fenji was someone who had refined his sword intent to the realm of consummation, severed the seven emotions and six desires, and entered the Dao through slaughter. With the style of the Three Saint Sect, when they said they would massacre a city, they truly meant to massacre it.

But the Eight Great Sects were at their wits’ end and still could not find that dragon. At last, Yu Fenji’s final trace of patience was exhausted. He ordered the Eight Great Sects to withdraw from Dongwu City within one hour.

Yu Fenji’s attitude toward Dongwu City truly gave those in the Lower Realm a feeling of shared doom.

Even someone like Dao Xuzi, who obeyed Yu Fenji’s every word, could not help but feel a chill of fear, let alone the others. The Sect Master of the Alchemy Sect, Shangyangzi, the Sect Master of the Divination Sect, Bu Yi… the heads of the Eight Great Sects of the Lower Realm all went together to plead with Yu Fenji, yet they did not even see his face.

The white-feathered disciples of the Upper Realm’s Three Saint Sect poured onto Dongwu City’s walls; they were already preparing to form a formation.

The Eight Great Sects of the Lower Realm had no say at all. In the end, they could only choose to withdraw their people from Dongwu City.

The evil cultivators of Dongwu City also belatedly sensed something was wrong. When they saw from afar the white-robed birdmen forming a sword formation on the city wall, and saw the red-clad Sword Saint standing in midair… only then did the evil cultivators of Dongwu City receive the news that the city was to be massacred.

The unrest erupted in the blink of an eye. Countless people rushed toward the city gates, scrambling over one another, displaying all kinds of abilities to flee by land and sky. The busiest marketplace in Dongwu City was naturally the most chaotic.

The crowd shoved and fought, people stumbling and falling in large swathes, not to mention a small noodle stall.

Shu Tiantian discovered that the little pitiful dragon had gone blank after seeing his noodles knocked over. Shu Tiantian was also dumbfounded—after all, who would be eating properly when suddenly the table was flipped?

She followed the direction in which the crowd was fleeing and saw the white-clad birdmen on the city wall, and also saw a cultivator in midair, bearing a giant sword, his whole body blazing red.

Good grief. If the one not letting people eat properly wasn’t the Sword Saint, then who else could it be?

For a moment, Shu Tiantian did not react to what they were going to do, nor did she have time to comfort her little pitiful one. She reacted quickly and pulled the little black dragon toward a corner to hide.

However, the little pitiful dragon was still staring at that bowl of noodles.

The bowl rolled with a gulu gulu sound, and then… was stepped on by a white-haired birdman.

The Dragon Bone Sword swallowed.

Perhaps this sword still did not know what it meant to dance on a minefield, but it already felt that something was very wrong.

Shu Tiantian did not notice that the little black dragon was silently blackening. While stroking his head, she observed her surroundings. The more she looked, the more something felt off, and suddenly she arrived at an unbelievable conclusion:

Could it be that this flamboyant Sword Saint wanted to massacre the city just to find the little black dragon?

Shu Tiantian’s heart skipped a beat.

There were indeed many evil cultivators in the Void Abyss; there were no good people in Dongwu City—that went without saying. But they gathered together to harm each other, you cheat me and I cheat you, happily being villains, and they hadn’t harmed anyone outside the Void Abyss, had they?

At the Ten Thousand Sects Assembly, because the righteous path had more people and higher cultivation, the evil cultivators of the Void Abyss had already felt suffocated enough. Hadn’t even the seller of Heartbreak Noodles switched to selling knife-cut noodles? They were already this aggrieved, and now, just to find a dragon, they were going to slash an entire city?

Shu Tiantian’s pupils trembled. It took her quite a while to react.

Suddenly, she heard someone calling her.

It was Song Shao.

He was the young master of the Song family. At a time like this, he naturally came out together with the City Lord of Dongwu and the great clans of the Void Abyss’s evil cultivators. At the Ten Thousand Sects Assembly, they had still been friendly partners with the Eight Great Sects. After this stunt, this group of smoldering villains had also exploded in anger.

The City Lord of Dongwu was also a great evil cultivator at the half-step Deity Transformation stage. They had all come out in full force; they could not just wait to be slaughtered.

It was under such circumstances that Song Shao, from afar, saw a somewhat familiar figure in a corner. Just as he was about to call out, he saw a streak of blazing red flame shoot toward the little medical cultivator, his pupils widening—

“Be careful!

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In midair, Yu Fenji’s divine sense enveloped the entire Dongwu City, yet he did not find even the slightest trace of that wretched dragon’s aura. Watching the seconds tick by, the sun gradually slipping behind the clouds, Yu Fenji knew there was no time to delay.

Yu Fenji opened his eyes and suddenly sensed a familiar aura. His gaze shot like lightning toward a certain corner. In the next instant he rose abruptly, and blazing red flames, like venomous snakes, fiercely darted toward the figure in that corner!

Song Shao only had time to shout “Be careful!”—but it was still too late.

The scarlet flames shrieked as they tore through the air; wherever they passed, the crowd screamed and scattered!

It was not that Shu Tiantian reacted slowly, nor that she was not vigilant. She had even instinctively taken out the Medicine God Bell, intending to hide inside it.

But suppression of levels was not an empty phrase. A Golden Core cultivation under the hands of an existence of this level was like an ant. With just a glance from Yu Fenji, she could not move, could not flee, and could only watch helplessly as the shrieking flames came at her.

In that instant, all the gods and buddhas in Shu Tiantian’s mind flashed wildly; even the Virgin Mary passed through once.

But in the end, the image froze on the Void Abyss Ancestor.

However, this was not a hallucination born of Shu Tiantian’s strong will to survive. It was because the air had congealed, and the speed of the shrieking flames seemed to be forcibly halted by distorted air.

Because he had truly arrived.

All sounds vanished. Everyone seemed to have their minds seized by some indescribable terror. If Yu Fenji gave people a feeling of suppression, then this person gave the feeling of… a god. Before a god, humans cannot muster the thought of resistance. They would not even feel suppressed, but would have their entire minds seized by an ineffable terror, by the vast emptiness and grandeur of the boundless heavens.

Shu Tiantian saw the peerless, beautiful Ancestor walking toward her, his face frighteningly dark.

A god of misfortune whose meal had been overturned while he was eating properly—his jet-black long hair fluttered in the wind, as dark as his expression. Step by step he approached, carrying the resentment of not having eaten his fill; black qi churned, the sky’s color shifting. One could only hear those heavy footsteps that made one’s heart tremble.

As if in slow motion, the shrieking flames lost their sound and slowed, then, like an old granny’s mop, crept forward as if about to run out of breath, arriving before Shu Tiantian. Then they were pinched between a beautiful, slender finger. A breath was blown upon them, and the flames that had gathered the power of the Sword Saint’s strike went hu—and were extinguished.

Many people swallowed in unison.

In almost the blink of an eye, nearly ten thousand disciples of the Eight Great Sects had rushed toward this place. The Three Saint Sect’s people also gathered at light speed. Unrelated personnel quietly retreated; this place had already become an open clearing.

Yet everyone who witnessed this scene felt immense fear in their hearts.

Was this the only god left between heaven and earth?

So terrifying and powerful.

Shu Tiantian, inexplicably the center of attention, was also extremely nervous—so nervous her calves twitched.

Perhaps it was because, back in the Memory Pearl, the dragon and Ji Wushu had appeared separately, and did not seem very much like a master and contracted beast. Subconsciously, Shu Tiantian had defined the dragon and Ji Wushu as Shi Ji Niangniang and Shen Gongbao: colluding in wrongdoing, mutually exploiting one another.

Although she had secretly tested things before in front of the Ancestor, and always felt that he did not seem very attentive toward Longlong, his attitude rather indifferent. But what if Shi Ji Niangniang actually minded?

Her heart thudded. Her foot slipped; her left foot stepped on her right, and she fell to the ground.

Shu Tiantian saw the Ancestor’s gaze constantly changing, his expression growing increasingly twisted. Amid her hair-raising dread, she saw him finally slowly shift his line of sight onto Yu Fenji.

Shu Tiantian let out a breath of relief. That breath had barely been released when she heard the gloomy god of misfortune, his whole body exuding a perverse aura, sneer coldly at Yu Fenji, “You actually dared to injure her?”

Yu Fenji: ?

Everyone else: ?

No, we twenty thousand pairs of eyes all saw it—she stepped on her own foot!

Shu Tiantian: ?

No, I really fell by myself?!

But a god of misfortune whose minefield had been frantically trampled does not reason. If he says you harmed her, then you harmed her.

Before anyone else could react, the long-haired young man directly scooped Shu Tiantian up with one hand and stuffed her into his cloak, while with the other hand he seized the Dragon Bone Sword.

Yu Fenji also let out a cold laugh and drew his giant sword. “Today is the thousand-year tribulation, and you still dare to be arrogant—seeking death!”

Shu Tiantian still did not know what was happening. In the next second, her waist was encircled, her whole body lightened, and she was lifted into the sky.

Shu Tiantian: …..

What the hell does this have to do with meeeee!

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As the Sword Saint and the Void Abyss Ancestor clashed, the Eight Great Sects and the Three Saint Sect all retreated at light speed. They were well aware of their cannon-fodder positioning. Their existence was originally meant to attack that wretched dragon while the Sword Saint and the Void Abyss Ancestor were beating each other.

But since there was no dragon for them to fight, then of course—retreat, retreat. Wait until the Sword Saint could no longer hold on, then rush up together.

Yu Fenji’s God-Slaying Sword had already reached the consummation realm, two levels higher than his senior brother of old, the founding Ancestor of the Tianji Sect, Yu Fumie. And back then, Yu Fumie had already been able to heavily wound the wretched dragon within the God-Slaying Formation.

This time, even without the God-Slaying Formation, it was impossible for Yu Fenji to directly annihilate him. But—taking advantage of the thousand-year tribulation, strike down his divine soul, drag along that dragon’s true body and send it falling into the God-Slaying Formation, then with the combined effort of ten thousand people, Yu Fenji drawing upon the power of heaven and earth… annihilate him in one stroke!

Their mentality was actually not too tense.

They had been accustomed to standing high above for a full two thousand years. Although they knew Ji Wushu was terrifying, they were also used to looking down from above. It was like knowing a ferocious beast was frightening—but what if… it was chained?

As long as you kept a safe distance, it could not kill you. But you could rack your brains to torment it, watch it struggle like a trapped beast, watch it lick its wounds bloody, and let out a lofty sneer. Even if you constantly sent warriors in to fight the beast, no matter how tragic or terrifying…

Wasn’t there still that chain?

Dao Xuzi abruptly stood up, trembling like a sieve.

The people of the Three Saint Sect asked what was wrong. In a quavering voice, Dao Xuzi stammered out that Ji Wushu’s true body had been repaired.