Ke Mengfan took a deep breath.

With his level of martial arts, he already had a sense of foreboding. The moment Feng Qingxuan set foot in this city, he felt it.

But when he truly saw him, he realized that this Holy Son of the Demonic Sect was far stronger than he had imagined.

On the crowded street, he stood with his hands behind his back, stealing all the attention.

No matter which direction you looked from, you couldn't ignore his presence.

Arrogant and domineering.

With one glance, Ke Mengfan understood the will of this Holy Son of the Demonic Sect.

"A mere Weapons Compendium actually attracted the Holy Son himself."

Ke Mengfan tilted his head back and finished the wine in his pot, chuckling:

"But I heard that the Demonic Sect has always been low-key. Isn't the Holy Son afraid of attracting the attention of the imperial court by appearing so openly?"

"Low-key?"

Feng Qingxuan's eyes were calm: "That was the past. The Holy Sect from now on will no longer hide behind the scenes!"

Ke Mengfan's heart stirred.

The Six Hells Demonic Sect had a long history, but the reason they had survived to this day was not because they were invincible, but because they never appeared openly in the martial world.

Even when Pang Wanyang unified the Demonic Sect decades ago, he didn't truly emerge.

Now, the Six Hells Demonic Sect was actually going to emerge?

What gave them the confidence to dare to emerge despite the world's disapproval?

You should know that although the Six Hells Demonic Sect was powerful, it was still inferior to the righteous martial world, and the imperial court would not tolerate them either.

Just Pang Wanyang alone?

Whoosh...

Feng Qingxuan stood with his hands behind his back. Although he was looking up, he gave the illusion of looking down:

"Submit to me, and I'll spare you."

"Submit? Hahaha."

Ke Mengfan's eyes narrowed slightly, then he smiled coldly:

"Your joke isn't funny."

"This Holy Son never jokes."

Feng Qingxuan sighed softly:

"It seems you've made your choice..."

As his voice faded, Feng Qingxuan's clothes suddenly moved without wind, fluttering in the air.

The black and gold robe rose, as vast as the starry sky.

In an instant, surging true qi roared out, striking in all directions like a sudden sea wave!

Crack!

With Feng Qingxuan as the center, the surrounding stone slabs cracked and shattered. Visible ripples swept across, erupting with cruel and cold killing intent.

Boom!

The street was immediately in chaos. The pedestrians walking around were blown away by the surging airflow like straws!

Many people were crushed into minced meat the moment the true qi surged!

Screams soared into the sky!

"Beast!!!"

On top of the Diyao Residence, Ke Mengfan was furious.

He never expected that Feng Qingxuan would dare to start a massacre on the street!

Rumble!

The next moment, the entire Diyao Residence shook as if the earth dragon had turned over, suddenly tilting!

Above the seventh floor, a dazzling sword qi rose into the air, like a waterfall hanging upside down.

With a thrust of his sword, all of Ke Mengfan's頹廢 dissipated.

Only the majestic, sun-like sword intent remained, raging and surging. The sword light whistled down like the boundless radiance of the sun.

In the brilliant sword light, Ke Mengfan's figure stretched out naturally, like an eagle striking the sky, like a fish swimming in shallow water, natural and containing endless killing intent.

In the vast sword light, the crystal-clear, almost transparent long sword in his palm, which he didn't know when he had taken out, bloomed with a faint golden light, humming softly.

"You deserve to die!"

As the sword descended, Ke Mengfan's killing intent rose in his heart. The sword light followed his will, instantly transforming from illuminating the world to destroying the world!

In an instant, it poured down, drowning out the chaos and screams on the street.

"A sword of grandeur, this trip is worth it with this one sword..."

In the surging gale, a faint smile appeared on Feng Qingxuan's face:

"I just wonder, how many strikes can you take from me..."

His gaze moved down, and beneath his fluttering black and gold robe, his slender, crystal-clear hand was already on his waist.

On the hilt of the pitch-black long saber.

The saber was three feet two inches long, and even the scabbard was pitch black. It was a deep black, as if it absorbed all light.

Before the saber was even drawn, an invisible aura of肅殺 filled the entire street.

All the cries, curses, painful wails, and desperate shouts seemed to freeze at this moment.

Clang~

Then, a soft saber hum sounded.

On the long street, amidst the boundless sword light, a 'great sun' seemed to suddenly light up.

A white 'great sun'!

Beneath the pitch-black scabbard was a cold saber light as bright as the morning star, as bright as the sun!

This saber strike seemed to have no fancy techniques, yet it seemed to contain all the exquisite changes. Although it was only one saber strike, it could be a thousand!

The moment the saber light appeared, it had already extinguished the countless descending sword lights.

Then, the森森saber light rose into the sky like a giant dragon soaring from the abyss, amidst the layers of ripples in the air!

Boundless鋒芒 instantly coalesced into one. Beneath the unparalleled blade, everything, whether it was air, dust, or anything else, was cleanly split in two!

Those on the surrounding streets and buildings who witnessed this saber light, whether ordinary people or martial arts experts, felt a chill in their hearts, as if they had been instantly killed, and were drenched in cold sweat.

And Ke Mengfan, who was bearing the brunt of it, smelled the long-lost scent of death in this森寒saber light.

This saber strike.

Was already enough to kill him!

Even though he already knew that Feng Qingxuan's martial arts might be above his, how could he not be able to withstand even one saber strike?

The thought flashed through his mind, and the rising boundless sword light instantly converged. With the return of numerous sword qi, Ke Mengfan seemed to be wearing a sword qi armor.

As his蒸气 surged down, the sword light swooped down like a long dragon.

迎上 that滾滾 and森寒 saber light!

铮铮铮~~~

The next moment, countless sounds of metal clashing rang out in unison, spreading across the entire street in an instant!

The screams of countless fleeing passersby were instantly drowned out by the sounds of metal.

The刀光劍影 scattered in the sky, as if the烏雲 had completely dispersed.

Someone looked up and saw滴滴答答 blood falling like rain, covering the sky and earth.

Then, there were晶莹剔透 pieces of flesh and碎 fragments of bones.

Buzz~

The long saber returned to its sheath.

On the long street, the boiling罡风氣浪 calmed down, and the black robe fell, touching the land that had long become ruins under his feet.

"Taking three strikes from me, not bad, not bad."

Feng Qingxuan released the hilt of his saber, wiped a smear of blood from his face, and said leisurely:

"To prove my saber, your death is worthwhile."

He looked around. On the ruined street, blood flowed like a river, and the pedestrians on the surrounding buildings and rooftops were trembling.

The people who had been crying out were all silent at this moment, as if they had been muted.

When his gaze touched them, they lowered their heads, some pale, some shivering, and some even defecating and urinating.

"A bunch of earthworms..."

With a sneer, Feng Qingxuan strode towards the outside of the city.

Hearing this, some were filled with anger, some hid murderous intent in their hearts, and some smiled bitterly in despair.

However, wherever he passed, people retreated, not daring to stop him in the slightest.

"It's already, over?"

Only then did Bai Xian'er arrive, staring blankly at the mess and the lingering bloody scent.

A great expert listed on the Weapons Compendium had been killed by Feng Qingxuan in such a short time?

"Holy Son..."

Bai Xian'er's lips moved slightly, and she saw Feng Qingxuan slowly walking over not far away.

"Ah!"

At this moment, a sharp scream rang out.

Bai Xian'er turned her head and saw Chi Changkong striding over, grinning and holding a delicate-looking woman in his hands.

He was tall and burly, and even though the woman struggled frantically, she couldn't break free from his grasp. Her face, which was already stained with tears, was filled with pale despair.

A look of disgust flashed in her eyes, and Bai Xian'er looked away.

Even after seeing this kind of thing so many times, she still felt disgusted.

"Holy Son."

Chi Changkong bowed:

"This woman..."

Slap!

A crisp sound.

Chi Changkong screamed and was sent flying several feet away like a scarecrow, crashing into a wall.

"Are you called Xiu'er?"

Feng Qingxuan raised his fingers and lifted the chin of the dazed woman, a faint smile on his handsome face:

"Ke Mengfan is dead. Are you happy?"

"Dead, dead..."

A trace of pain flashed in the清秀 woman's lost eyes.

"It seems you're not happy."

Feng Qingxuan lowered his eyes:

"How can such an expert die without anyone being buried with him?"

Bai Xian'er felt a chill in her heart, and then she heard a crisp 'crack'.

The woman had already collapsed to the ground like a boneless doll.

Dead.

All love and hatred were just a 'crack' away.

Feng Qingxuan's expression was indifferent, as if he had casually crushed an ant, making the smile on Bai Xian'er's face almost freeze.

"Ho, Holy Son..."

In the dust of the ruined wall, Chi Changkong didn't dare to get up at all.

"Are you worthy of scavenging behind this Holy Son?"

Feng Qingxuan flicked his sleeves lightly:

"If it weren't for Uncle Chi Lian's face, I would have killed you this time."

Chi Changkong's face was ashen, and he dared not speak.

At this moment, he suddenly understood why Duan Yunlong had left on the pretext of knowing that Feng Qingxuan was coming.

This man was truly capricious.

"Let's go. Those dogs of the imperial court should be coming out to clean up the mess."

Without even looking at Chi Changkong, Feng Qingxuan led the way out of the city:

"Who's next?"

Bai Xian'er took a deep breath, suppressed her many杂念, and responded with a smile:

"Beggar Clan Elder, Shi Wanlong... ranked twenty-seventh on the Weapons Compendium."

"The Beggar Clan, not bad."

As the lingering sound faded, Feng Qingxuan's figure had already disappeared from everyone's sight.

Only then did Chi Changkong, whose face was extremely ugly, dare to climb out of the ruins.

Bai Xian'er didn't even look at him and hurriedly chased after him.

"Hateful, hateful..."

Chi Changkong's chest heaved, so angry that he was about to explode:

"Damn Bai Xian'er, how dare you look down on me! I will fuck you to death sooner or later, fuck you to death!!!"