In an instant, the King of Sanfeng Country was beheaded. Yang Jian wrapped the three heads in Xuanqi and threw them in front of Chu Qi.
It was up to her to decide whether to kill or keep them.
Then, Yang Jian glanced at the figures that had begun to retreat and said indifferently, "There's no need to think about escaping this place. If you don't want to die, seal your cultivation and stand where you are."
In an instant, half of the figures stopped and stood still.
However, they could not seal their cultivation.
Yang Jian then looked at the old man who was standing in mid-air in a daze. He gently opened the fingers of his left hand and slowly pulled backwards. The old man was directly pulled over, unable to resist, and was grabbed by the neck by Yang Jian.
"Have you heard of the..."
"Revenge for the King!"
The talisman on Yang Jian's body shone gently, and the angry roars from below turned into words that Yang Jian could understand.
Below, a few hundred experts of the Spirit Race surged towards Yang Jian. More than half of them were at the Golden Immortal Realm, yet all of them were filled with righteous indignation and wanted to fight Yang Jian to the death.
Yang Jian exclaimed inwardly. Although the Three Peaks Kingdom was a little strange, with an abnormal number of Primeval Universe cultivators, the Spirit Tribe was a loyal bunch … Compared to the other Chaos Spirit Kingdoms, the Three Peaks Kingdom had Spirit Tribe experts that were rare.
Yang Jian immediately abandoned the bewildered old man and pounced down. He put away the snow white spear, and then his figure flashed left and right like a swimming dragon.
In the blink of an eye, the Spirit Race experts who had risen into the sky were sent flying by the shadows of his fists and feet. No one could resist Yang Jian's punch or palm. However, Yang Jian showed mercy and only injured them but did not kill them.
Then, Yang Jian went down like a tiger into a flock of sheep, charging at the Sanfeng Country experts who had the intention of retreating.
The curtains of this one-sided battle had been drawn.
Chu Qi stood high up in the air with his back facing the slowly closing gap in the formation. He casually drew complicated talismans and began to enslave the three octopus-headed Kings of the Sanfeng Kingdom.
Below, the experts of Sanfeng Country seemed to have surrounded Yang Jian, but in fact, they were being chased and beaten by Yang Jian alone. In the blink of an eye, several of them would be killed or seriously injured, losing their combat power.
Light surged, and figures moved about chaotically.
The formation that was just built was torn to shreds by the tip of the fist, and the figure that could not be destroyed by the combined attack …
After only a few rounds, the experts above the Daira realm of the Sanfeng Country had already sensed the absolute gap in strength between them and the Primeval Cultivator.
Was he a Saint of the Great Path?
Although they had never felt the power of a Saint suppressing their respective Great Paths, with such strength, he was definitely a Saint of the Great Path.
Wherever Yang Jian passed, most of the experts of the Spirit race were seriously injured, but they did not die directly. Their Essence Souls and Spirit Cores were sealed by the Xuan Gang, and they could only lie on the ground in a sorry state.
As for those cultivators who were not from the Spirit race, Yang Jian was more ruthless and "soft".
He did not take the lives of these cultivators, but he severely injured them and sealed their Essence Souls to ensure that the interrogation later would be foolproof.
When Chu Qi controlled the three kings of the Sanfeng Kingdom, the battle below had already come to an end.
It had been less than an hour since the two of them broke into the Sanfeng Kingdom …
Yang Jian stood on a pile of rubble, surrounded by bodies lying on the ground. Around the rubble, countless Spirit Race battle formations crowded together, but it was dead silent.
Three figures descended from the sky. They were the kings of the Sanfeng Kingdom, who had their Essence Souls controlled by Chu Qi. They simply formed their figures and landed in front of Yang Jian. They lowered their heads, knelt, and prostrated on the ground.
Yang Jian only glanced at them and did not say anything. He continued to frown and ponder.
Was he at a loss when he drew his sword?
Of course not. Although the Sanfeng Nation was powerful and had many experts, Yang Jian was no longer the Erlang Immortal of the past. It was expected that he would be able to sweep through this place. It was not difficult for him, so how could he say that he was seeking defeat?
Yang Jian was only savoring the Dao of the dozens of quasi-sage experts that he had come into contact with when he captured and sealed the Primordial World cultivators …
There was indeed something strange about these people. No matter how good their disguises were, there would always be flaws.
His Great Dao could not be tampered with.
He could already confirm that there were many people who seemed to be from the Primordial World. The Dao laws that they lived in were not from the Primordial World.
Every time the world was destroyed by a supreme expert, the Dao laws of the Chaos Sea would undergo a drastic change because of the war and the deaths of Saints.
After the collapse of the Grand Essence World, the Dao laws of the Chaos Sea also fluctuated violently. However, those who began cultivating in the Primordial World had Dao laws and Dao runes that were slightly different from the cultivators of the Grand Essence Era.
Yang Jian had traveled the long river of time and come into contact with many Dao runes of the Saint of Primordial Beginning's remnant spirit. He had experienced the remnant Dao runes of the Taiji Era in the Hundred Mountain Tomb. There was an obvious "generation difference" between the two.
Today, in the Sanfeng Kingdom, he had encountered more than forty of the fifty to sixty "Primordial World cultivators". The Dao laws and Dao runes on them were incompatible with the Dao laws of the Sea of Dao laws …
Indeed …
"Master … Master?"
"Huh?" Yang Jian snapped out of his daze after hearing Chu Qi's call. Only then did he realize that countless Spirit soldiers were kneeling to him.
An invisible psychic power surged towards him, but Yang Jian blocked it out of his body.
He did not cultivate the Dao of incense offerings, nor did he dare to let the power of all living beings taint his mystic body.
"Aren't you going to kill them?" Yang Jian asked with a smile.
"Master, you've already helped Chu Qi take revenge for her previous injuries. Besides, it's better to turn them into slaves than to kill them." Chu Qi's words were a little sinister. "If we encounter another bitter battle, let them sacrifice their lives for the great cause of protecting the Primordial World."
Yang Jian smiled bitterly. He had "wrongly blamed" Chu Qi. It was normal for her to be more ruthless when she cultivated a demonic technique.
"Let Brother Kong and the others come over," Yang Jian said. "Imprison these experts who are not from the Spirit Race separately and seal their essence souls a few more times to prevent them from self-destructing. Interrogate them one by one. We have to pry their mouths open."
"Master, what's wrong?"
"Among them, there should be quite a number of Taisu survivors." Yang Jian thought for a while and said, "Inform the Heiling Kingdom's side as well. Ask them to secretly investigate all the non-Spirit experts under their rule, in case there are spies among them."
Chu Qi agreed with a solemn expression. She sent a voice transmission with her spiritual senses and summoned the experts in the surrounding army of the Three Peaks Kingdom to enter the Three Peaks Kingdom.
The Three Peaks Kingdom's array formation was dispelled by the three kings. Streams of light flew over. Yang Jian's orders were quickly and effectively executed.
Yang Jian said, "I'll go take a look around. You guys be careful. There might be many dangers hidden here."
"Yes," Chu Qi replied with a lowered head and watched Yang Jian leave.
Yang Jian placed his hands behind his back and walked slowly. He walked past the ruins in two to three steps and walked towards the city.
He did not have a clear goal. He was just walking around casually. Often, the more he followed his intuition, the more likely it was that his mystic body would sense the surrounding environment and discover the hidden existences.
The Three Peaks Kingdom must be hiding something …
It might be a big fish.
When the Grand Prime World was destroyed, many Grand Primes surrendered themselves for the sake of survival. Those that caught the attention of the supreme experts became the lackeys of the supreme experts.
These traitors of the Grand Primes were the main force that destroyed the Great Ultimate Era.
Similarly, when the Great Ultimate Era was destroyed, many great cultivators of the Great Ultimate Realm surrendered to the supreme experts and became the backbone of the fighting force that destroyed the Great Essence Era.
It was impossible to calculate exactly how strong the army of cultivators the supreme experts had accumulated by destroying the world several times. Judging from the Five-Element Supremacies who had already appeared, there were probably many Saints of the Great Path among them.
Before the war, if they could kill one more Saint of the Great Path under the supreme experts, they could increase the chances of winning for the Primordial World.
Where were these ancient cultivators who obeyed the orders of the supreme experts and those supreme experts hiding? What were they waiting for? What were they worried about? Why did they not show up and destroy the Primordial World?
Were they looking down at the Primordial World as if they were looking at ants? Were they looking at how laughably the Primordial World struggled and then destroyed it easily?
If that's really the case, then these supreme experts are a little too bored.
There must be some other plan. At this moment, Yang Jian and the Saints of the Primordial World could not see it.
In fact, many of Yang Jian's questions about the assassins could be answered. The people who could answer his questions were hiding in two extremely dangerous places.
At the bottom of the Nether Stream, under the Boundary Stone in the Heart Sea.
It was not that Yang Jian did not want to go to the Heart Sea Boundary Stone to take a look. He even wanted to know the answer a few times. However, with his current strength, he could not guarantee that he would come out alive. He had too many burdens on him, so he could not let his temper take the risk.
Back to the present.
The originally bustling city was now desolate.
The aftermath of the previous battle had destroyed many buildings, and many Spirits in the city had also suffered losses.
When Yang Jian saw it, he would move the collapsed ruins away. When he saw the tragic scene, his Dao heart did not feel anything strange.
To these Spirits, he might be like a demon king.
As he walked and stopped, Yang Jian thought about something and experienced something.
The eyes that were hiding everywhere and peeking at him were filled with fear, confusion, and a little yearning and respect.
Gradually, Yang Jian came to a stop in front of a stone pagoda. His eyes shone with divine light as he looked through the pagoda. He saw the dozens of Spirit Race children hiding inside, as well as the white-robed old man surrounded by the children.
They should be the children of the kings and "high officials" of the Three Peaks Kingdom. There were many Spirit troops guarding the stone tower. It was also near the palaces of the Three Peaks Kingdom.
Is that old man the teacher of these children?
There were all sorts of books, manuals, and jade talismans on the bookshelves everywhere. There were many calligraphy and paintings hanging on each floor of the stone tower. They should have been created by the Primordial World old man.
He was a Primordial World cultivator at the Daira realm. At that moment, he was comforting the children of the Spirit race.
Yang Jian did not have the intention to exterminate the Spirit race, so he naturally did not have the slightest intention to kill these children. As for the old man who was only at the Daira realm, Yang Jian was slightly relieved and did not want to bother with him.
Walking away, Yang Jian randomly chose a direction and continued strolling.
The old man in the stone tower heaved a sigh of relief and comforted the children in a low voice. He told them gently that nothing would happen.
The white-robed old man was speaking gently when Yang Jian suddenly turned back and appeared in front of the two stone doors of the stone tower. He had a faint smile on his lips and his eyes flickered.
"Fellow Daoist, you've hidden well. I almost misjudged you."
When Yang Jian's words entered the stone tower, the old man frowned anxiously. There was panic and worry in his eyes, but he seemed to be pretending to be calm.
"Still not willing to show yourself?"
Yang Jian stepped forward gently with his right foot, and the two tightly shut stone doors and the stone tower's array formation shattered.
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