As River Styx's killing intent completely erupted, the surrounding temperature dropped abruptly. Snowflakes began to fall from the sky. The snowy scenery was supposed to be beautiful, but the crowd had no intention of appreciating it. Instead, they were filled with fear towards the snowflakes.
Snowflakes were indeed snowflakes, but these snowflakes were as black as ink and overflowing with killing intent. This was a strange scene formed by River Styx's killing intent. The astonishing killing intent had actually condensed into a solid form. It was evident how terrifying River Styx's comprehension of the Dao of Slaughter was.
"Kill!" River Styx roared, and the condensed killing intent shot out. The crowd hurriedly defended themselves. Although the killing intent snowflakes were not a big deal, it would not be good if their Primordial Spirit were to be invaded at this critical moment of life and death.
With a shift of his body, River Styx attacked again. His target was naturally the Quasi-saint who had just survived. It was better to pursue the enemy bravely and not learn from the overlord. In a battle of life and death, there was no room for carelessness. Since the first punch did not kill him, he would give him another punch.
That rogue cultivator did not expect River Styx to be so fixated on him. He immediately turned around and tried to escape into the crowd. Unfortunately, could he be faster than River Styx? "Pfft!" Another cloud of blood appeared. The fourth one. River Styx looked at the remaining sixty-four rogue cultivators and counted silently in his heart.
Seeing River Styx kill four Quasi-saints in a row, Ancestor Gale immediately roared, "Everyone, be careful. Don't let River Styx get close to you. Use your transcendent artifacts to attack together." Hearing Ancestor Gale's words, the rogue cultivators quickly reacted. They threw out their transcendent artifacts and charged towards River Styx again.
River Styx sneered. He clasped his palms together and released a huge amount of transcendence energy. "Heaven as Qian, earth as Qian. Qian and Kun as one, all things are fixed." Once the laws of the universe appeared, the entire world seemed to be imprisoned. The wind and clouds stopped moving, and everything was silent. The Lingbao and the rogue cultivators were unable to move. Everyone's faces were filled with fear.
This time, River Styx did not hold back at all. For this attack, he had expended close to thirty percent of his magical energy. He separated his hands, and the Yuan Tu and Avici Swords suddenly appeared. River Styx held the swords with both hands, and muttered, "Heaven and Earth gather, the slaughter appears. Chaos One Sword … Slash!!"
Yuantu and Avici slashed out at the same time, enveloped in the boundless power of the universe and the shocking Massacre Intent. Countless sword qi shot out at the same time. The rogue cultivators didn't dare to be negligent as they burned their magic power desperately, trying to break free from the shackles of the power of the universe.
"BOOM!!" Following a series of explosions, the screams of death rang out, "AHHH!!" "NO!!" When everything returned to normal, the scene was chilling. The remains of the Lingbao were strewn all over the ground, and the blood of the corpses gathered into a river. However, there were only ten or so people who survived this sure-kill attack.
River Styx looked at the result, and a satisfied smile appeared on his pale face. Although it was only a single attack, he had expended a lot of his magical energy. Using the laws of the universe to fix the world had expended thirty percent of his magical energy, and the attack just now had expended another thirty percent of his magical energy. Fortunately, the effect was not bad.
In the sure-kill attack just now, not only did River Styx condense thirty percent of his magical energy, the laws of the universe, and the Massacre Intent, he even integrated the Chaos Intent that he had just begun to comprehend into it. With the combination of several types of powers, he was able to achieve such power.
Not only did River Styx's attack completely shatter the hopes of the remaining rogue cultivators, it also shocked the people of the Great Desolation. "Can I take on such an attack?" The people of the Great Desolation could not help but ask themselves this question. Even Lao Tzu, who had lived a peaceful life, could not remain so calm. If it was just a peak Quasi-saint, Lao Tzu could still accept it. However, killing ten or so Quasi-saints with a single attack was something that he could not accept.
As the head of the Sanqing and the first disciple of Hongjun, Lao Tzu had his own pride even though he cultivated the Dao of Inaction. Regardless of his background, strength, or Lingbao, he was confident that he was not inferior to anyone. However, the appearance of River Styx had shattered this. His powerful strength had exceeded Lao Tzu's knowledge. Strength. This was the first time Lao Tzu desired strength so much.
If Lao Tzu was like this, then there was no need to mention Holy Master Yuanshi. He gritted his teeth in hatred, and his desire to become a Saint grew stronger. In this way, he would not care about anything related to River Styx. Everyone below the Saint level would be treated as ants. Furthermore, he believed that a person with such a strong desire to kill would not be able to become a Saint even if he obtained the Purple Energy of Hongmeng.
However, if Holy Master Yuanshi knew that River Styx did not intend to become a Saint with the Purple Energy of Hongmeng, he would probably act even more crazily. The foundation of the Great Dao that he regarded as his most precious treasure was like grass in the eyes of River Styx. Holy Master Yuanshi's Dao Heart would probably become unstable because of this.
On the other hand, the Tongtian did not feel any jealousy other than shock. Instead, his desire to fight grew stronger, and he seemed to want to compete with River Styx. This was commendable. If Lao Tzu and Yuanshi could do the same, the three of them would not have parted ways in the Battle of the Gods.
If Sanqing was like this, there was no need to mention Summon and Zhunti who were far away in the West, as well as Nüwa who was in the Celestial Court. Summon was calm and did not seem to be any different from the Tongtian. However, Zhunti was different. His frenzied jealousy was not inferior to that of Yuanshi. As for Nüwa, she was a woman and was not very strong. She actually felt a faint trace of fear in her heart.
Nüwa was not the only one who was afraid. Everyone in the Great Desolation was terrified, not to mention the more than ten individual cultivators who were still alive and standing in front of River Styx. Among them was the Fierce Wind Ancestor who had vowed to kill River Styx. At this moment, he no longer had any thoughts of snatching Hongmeng's Purple Qi. The only thing he wanted was to leave this place alive.
However, River Styx would not let them do as they wished. Since he had already taken revenge for today, of course, he had to eliminate the source of the trouble. Although he was not afraid of these people's revenge in the future, if they were attacked by his disciples and juniors, River Styx would not be able to protect them completely.
The Fierce Wind Ancestor said with a frightened expression, "Daoist Friend River Styx, please forgive us for offending you just now. Since the Purple Qi of Hongmeng has already been obtained by Daoist Friend, we will naturally leave." His words were full of fear. It was no wonder. In the face of death, how many people could be truly open-minded?
Looking at the more than ten individual cultivators' expectant eyes, River Styx sneered, "Do you think it's still possible for you to leave now?" In a breath's time, River Styx's complexion had recovered. With the support of the Good and Evil Corpses, River Styx had almost completely recovered.
As soon as River Styx said this, the more than ten individual cultivators turned pale. At this point, River Styx still wanted to kill them all. They could not help but begin to regret provoking River Styx. However, there was no medicine for regret in this world. They had to taste their own medicine no matter how bitter the fruit was.
Seeing that River Styx did not intend to let them go, the Fierce Wind Ancestor exchanged glances with the other Quasi-saint beside him and immediately turned to flee. Moreover, they all fled in different directions. Even if River Styx chased after them, how many of them could he catch up with? Although there was a risk of being caught, it was better than waiting for death here.
As soon as the Fierce Wind Ancestor and the others moved, the other individual cultivators also moved. River Styx sneered, "It's too late to escape now. Yin and Yang Blood Killing Formation, start!" He threw Yuantu and Abi into the air, and a large formation was instantly set up, trapping all the individual cultivators in it.
In the formation, the individual cultivators who had nowhere to run were ashen-faced. In the face of death, even a Quasi-saint would feel fear. Seeing that there was no way out, the Fierce Wind Ancestor made up his mind and threatened, "River Styx, since you don't want us to live, I won't let you have an easy time even if I die."
Self-detonation! The Fierce Wind Ancestor also imitated Hongyun, but he knew that even if he self-detonated, he would not be able to drag River Styx down with him. However, since they were going to die anyway, it was better to injure River Styx a little. Unfortunately, they did not have the chance to do so.
In just one breath, more than ten people had died. The Fierce Wind Ancestor looked in disbelief at River Styx who had pierced his spear and the Good and Evil Corpses who had slaughtered everyone in an instant. Only then did he realize that River Styx had not used his full strength. It was ridiculous that he was so arrogant that he wanted to kill River Styx and snatch the Purple Qi of Hongmeng. Regret, this was the last thought he had in this world.
Minghe took back the Good Separation and Evil Separation. Looking at the dead itinerant cultivators, he sneered. This is in line with the Way of Heaven or Hongjun's will! Sixty-eight Quasi-saint cultivators were killed in one go, so there were probably no more masters among the individual cultivators. The situation of the Great Desolation would not be affected by these individual cultivators.
After cleaning up the battlefield, River Styx put away the formation and left with Yuantu and Abi. In this battle, he was not very strong. Although he did not meet any opponents, at least he had a better understanding of the Law of Slaughter. It was time for him to go back and meditate on it. However, before that, there was one more thing to do.
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