Chapter 1573: The Saint of Six Points and Six Latent Sins, One Thought of Prajna Clears the Miscellaneous Debris

A black shadow, like a dragon soaring into the sea, leaped from the patterns on the Lunhui Tian Sheng Zhu pillar, stirring up massive waves out of nowhere.

He did not flee immediately. Instead, he hovered in the air amid the long-prepared encirclement, surveying his surroundings with a commanding gaze.

"Huff... huff..."

Amid the howling winds, the young man with black hair, black robes, and a black sword stood expressionless, instantly chilling the atmosphere to a freezing point.

"He's here!"

"This Wuxiu Chijiao Shou, this Cang Ku, this face... It's him, all right, Lord Xu!"

"Don't be afraid. No matter how strong he is, we've got six half-saints on our side. He can't defy the heavens, can he?"

"That's right. We're the ones waiting for him. He should be the one feeling tense!"

In the distance, three Taixu figures huddled together behind a small hill, quietly communicating through spiritual thoughts.

They barely glanced over, not daring to probe further with their spiritual senses. Soon, one of them pulled out a specially made array disk and said:

"I'll send a message to Taizai Bansheng first. Lao Wang, you split your spirit to notify Lord Li. As for Huayuan Qianbei, you'll handle that, Lao Qian..."

A sword light flashed by.

The hill and the heads atop it flew up simultaneously.

The array disk clattered to the ground and rolled a couple of times.

Whoosh, whoosh.

White flames ignited, shattering the array patterns.

"He's looking this way!"

Lao Qian and Lao Wang exchanged glances, both filled with horror. Without a word, they scattered and fled in different directions.

But as soon as their feet left the ground...

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Two sword lights streaked through the distant sky.

Four swords and a Yanmang nailed them down.

The Taixu figures were pierced through the head and heart by the sword intent-empowered named swords, dying instantly.

"What the hell!"

The first Taixu, whose head had been severed, was terrified out of his wits. His soul transformed into a dark light, abandoning his body and fleeing into the void.

"Return."

Xu Xiaoshou extended two fingers and pointed upward.

The void's sword intent intersected, and as the four swords and Yanmang returned along their paths, they left trails of various ghost swords and Mo swords, shredding the dark soul light into pieces until the screams faded into nothing.

Swoosh! Swoosh!

The two swords returned, sheathing themselves at his waist.

The fierce demonic aura and the Incinerating White Flame spread out like wings on either side, showing no sign of concealment. Instead, they displayed the full sharpness of drawn blades, enhancing the black-robed figure hovering in the air.

Only then did Xu Xiaoshou lower his gaze to the ground below.

Six half-saints stood in a hexagram formation: one with a turtle shell on his back, one with red ropes around his waist, one holding scrolls of talismans, one plucking flowers and leaves, one draped in a heavy sword, and one pursing his lips in silence.

By this point, they had all risen in alarm, their faces showing surprise, emotion, regret, or admiration... but not a trace of fear.

"Good sword! What a fine sword! Let's see how it compares to my heavy sword?"

"So you're Xu Xiaoshou, the one famed across the five domains for excelling in sword, spirit, and body paths, the man who single-handedly spawned countless descendants as the holy slave, Lord Xu?"

"We've heard so much, but meeting you is different. We were just discussing how that half-saint's intent manifestation vanished on its own."

"You don't seem to have reached the half-saint level yet? That's impressive. How did you manage that consciousness body earlier?"

"Are you married?"

Xu Xiaoshou silently scanned the six old men, examining each half-saint seriously for the first time.

His intuition told him that none of them were like Jiang Buyi—they were all seasoned killers with blood on their hands.

But what of it?

He narrowed his eyes, sword at an angle, and said coldly:

"I'll say this once."

"Leave now, and I'll let bygones be bygones."

Tie Wugui, Hongxian Lao, Fu Jiu, Ye Xiao, Chongjian Feng, and Yanling Zhu exchanged glances.

The hunchbacked old man with the turtle shell on his back waved his hand and spoke: "Have you heard of the Zhongyu Six-pointed Saints, young friend?"

Without waiting for a response, the kindly-looking old man with the red ropes around his waist continued, smiling:

"We six have no sect, no clan. We wander the world, handling the dirty work for the Shengshen Hall."

"We've killed Taixu before, half-saints too. Today, we're summoned by a saint's order to take down a Dao-severing one—quite the novelty."

"Ai Cangsheng says you're no simple foe and sent us a pile of intel to watch out for."

"Back then, we old folks thought we'd never see the day when all six of us had to team up. And now that it's here..."

He shrugged, fiddling with the red ropes and tying knots as he chuckled:

"It's either live or die. Seems there's not much else to say, eh, young friend?"

So, these are the six half-saint level assassins raised by the Shengshen Hall?

Xu Xiaoshou's brow twitched slightly, realizing these six old men were beyond persuasion or turning.

Just then...

Hongxian Lao sighed, tightened the knot in his hand, and yanked it back hard, no longer talking:

"Attack!"

Xu Xiaoshou felt no warning of an ambush or killing intent locking onto him.

In that instant, a tightness gripped his waist—a illusory sharp red rope had appeared, its end wrapped around him while the other was in Hongxian Lao's hand, pulling tighter and tighter, nearly slicing his body in two.

No—that's not right!

It was binding and attacking his soul!

Rip—

With a tearing sound, Xu Xiaoshou clearly saw a black line crack open at his waist, and his soul body experienced excruciating pain that made his face twitch.

"Sever!"

Hongxian Lao hooked his finger, as if tugging on a massive bull, but this time, he couldn't snap the enemy's soul body no matter how hard he tried.

His heart sank, and he urgently called out:

"Move, you lot!"

Xu Xiaoshou struck first.

His Jian Dao disk spun beneath his feet as he gripped Cang Ku, shifting his body into the void.

Wujian Technique, Wuhave Jianliu!

Luoying Realm, activate!

"It's an illusion sword technique—be careful!" the square-jawed old man with the heavy sword on his back shouted warily, only to see red plum blossoms fluttering down.

Xu Xiaoshou turned from solid to void, entering the nothingness.

A sword strike leaped through space and time, pointing at Hongxian Lao from mid-air, only ending the Luoying Realm and returning from the void when it was nearly upon him.

Boom!

A massive Gate of Hell cracked open before the six saints.

A colossal Fengdu Sword burst through the slowly opening gate in a brute-force manner, targeting Hongxian Lao, who had struck first.

In an instant, everyone's faces changed!

"The hell is this an illusion sword technique?"

Hongxian Lao didn't dare gamble. He exploded backward while screaming for help: "Tie Wugui, block it!"

The Fengdu Sword left only a afterimage in place, instantly breaking through space and time, smashing Hongxian Lao's soul like a massive pestle.

"I've got you—watch out for Xu Xiaoshou; he knows all nine great sword techniques!" Tie Wugui rushed to aid, sword in hand, only to see the red rope drop from Hongxian Lao's grasp.

Hongxian Lao's body turned visibly black, inch by inch.

"Dead? Dead already?"

Tie Wugui's face twisted in shock.

In just one exchange, Hongxian Lao's divine soul was shattered?

He whipped around to glare at Xu Xiaoshou, who had unleashed the sword, his mouth agape and eyes unfocused.

Just then...

"Reverse time!"

Yanling Zhu, who had been silent at the rear, opened his mouth.

As if enlightened, his words took effect: time reversed!

The Fengdu Sword retreated.

Hongxian Lao's soul reformed.

The Gate of Hell forcefully closed, and the Jian Dao disk returned to its wielder.

"What the hell is this..." Xu Xiaoshou had never seen such a bizarre ability; today was an eye-opener.

In the world of refining spirits, anything was possible.

Every saint had their forte, and this was no exaggeration.

These six clearly had honed their teamwork through countless battles—they were fighting with strategy.

As time reversed, the shock vanished from Tie Wugui's face, as if it had been feigned.

He turned and hurled his massive turtle shell into the air, expanding it to block out the sun.

"Wu Tian Cover!"

With a thunderous boom, the shell descended, trapping those inside in another world.

At the same time, Chongjian Feng drew the great sword from his back, his thick brows furrowing as he roared like thunder.

"Xuan Zhen Ting Jian!"

He formed a seal, summoning dark red thunder from the nine heavens, which materialized into a massive thunder sword and slammed into the turtle shell, aimed straight at Xu Xiaoshou.

"Soul Bind!"

Hongxian Lao snatched up his red rope from the ground and flung it into the air, yanking it tight to bind Xu Xiaoshou's soul from a distance.

"God-slaying Curse!"

Fu Jiu, who had been silently holding his talisman scrolls, hurled a spiritual talisman into the air, intent on destroying Xu Xiaoshou's will.

"Frost Heart Leaf!"

Ye Xiao flicked his virtual finger, manifesting thousands of flying leaves in the turtle shell world—leaves of joy, sorrow, anger, and fear—all slashing at the desires of the heart.

"Fix!"

Yanling Zhu spoke again.

In that instant, Xu Xiaoshou, who was about to react, felt all the great dao around him disconnect from his control.

His body, soul, and will were all immobilized, forcing him to endure this terrifying assault head-on.

Boom!

Thunder pierced his body, the soul-binding rope constricted, the curse attacked his mind, and the flying leaves flayed his heart!

Four layers of attacks exploded simultaneously, each at the pinnacle of its path. No half-saint under the heavens could withstand this hard control and onslaught—it was a sure kill!

Rumble, rumble...

The turtle shell world shook violently.

The Zhongyu Six-pointed Saints hadn't fused as one in ages and didn't know who else in the world could survive such an attack.

As for Xu Xiaoshou, who excelled in sword, spirit, and body paths—they'd only heard rumors of his strength, but theoretically...

Hongxian Lao was silent for three breaths: "He should be dead by now."

The turtle shell stirred.

The inner world churned wildly!

Suddenly, Tie Wugui's expression changed drastically as he cursed: "He's not dead—retreat!"

Instantly, the six scattered in retreat.

Hongxian Lao couldn't help but glance back: "I clearly severed his soul into three pieces!"

Chongjian Feng said: "His body is destroyed, turned to charred ruins!"

Fu Jiu added: "His will is sunk, never to return."

Ye Xiao noted: "His heart and seven desires have all fallen into oblivion."

Yanling Zhu's face darkened as he ground out: "Illusion sword technique—break!"

Crack—

The surrounding space shattered like a mirror.

Tie Wugui, Hongxian Lao, Fu Jiu, Ye Xiao, and Chongjian Feng all paled: "What?"

As space fragmented, everything that had just happened seemed illusory.

Now, all they saw was an enormous wall of flesh stretching to the sky, with what looked like a massive... fingernail? on top like a ceiling.

Hongxian Lao fell silent for a moment, then struggled to look up.

His saintly sense swept outward, revealing giant feet, ankles, and hairs...

After scanning for a while, he finally reached the knees.

By then, the colossal giant had pierced through the clouds, bending down with eyes like falling moons staring back.

"What?!"

In that instant, Hongxian Lao's hairs stood on end, his pupils shaking wildly as he shrieked: "What in the world is this?!"

After the thought, his mind flashed back to Xu Xiaoshou's intel—a super giant that could tear apart saint emperors!

"Tie—Wu—Gui—"

Almost everyone was fleeing and shouting, but only Tie Wugui was forced to charge against the wind.

Against the wind, he could still turn the tide!

Watch me!

Tie Wugui grabbed his massive turtle shell and smashed it against the giant's... toenail.

Smack.

The world fell still.

Tie Wugui?

Little turtle!

The giant poked down with a finger like a heavenly pillar. Tie Wugui desperately covered himself with the turtle shell.

"Tianlong Cover..."

Shidiandian Jianzhi—Diandao!

Boom—

The strike pierced through the distance, shattering all resistance in that moment.

A chasm thousands of feet deep burst open on the spot.

Hongxian Lao, closest to it, felt his face being torn by sword intent. As the gale swept him away, even his eyeballs twisted and burst uncontrollably.

But in his final moments, he clearly saw the ground beneath Tie Wugui shatter first, followed by the turtle shell exploding and Tie Wugui's saintly body disintegrating...

The blood mist didn't even form.

The half-saint was reduced to dust!

Hongxian Lao's lips twisted awkwardly, his voice wavering as the world seemed to delay: "Foot... bag..."

He had to run!

There was no way to fight!

How had such a terrifying giant appeared?

Which half-saint had the saintly power reserves to sustain such a colossal entity?

Just its manifestation alone would consume the reserves of thousands of half-saints!

Yes, ordinary half-saints couldn't imagine there was a higher energy than saintly power to fuel the giant's movements—something called "Tianzu Power."

"Blood Escape!"

Hongxian Lao spat out essence blood and bolted through the storm, diving into the dao principles to flee.

After running for what felt like forever, he realized he'd gone from the giant's right foot to under its raised left foot.

In that instant, staring up at the darkness engulfing his entire view, Hongxian Lao viciously threw a bundle of red ropes upward.

The giant's foot sole carved faint black marks, shallower than its hairs by ten thousand times.

"Ahahaha."

Hongxian Lao laughed three times, his hands dropping limply as he gave up all resistance.

Thud!

The foot stomped down.

The earth shattered.

"Chongjian Feng, turn and fight!"

Yanling Zhu roared. The square-jawed old man with the sword on his back, who was ahead, immediately wheeled around, raising his great sword with a ferocious roar as he charged at the giant:

"You bastard, Yanling Zhu, may you die a horrible death!!!"

The giant lifted its leg and kicked, shattering the heavy sword.

But Chongjian Feng transformed into a thunder sword, thrusting toward the sky straight for the giant's eye.

"Zhaohuang Jie Jian, die!"

Boom!

The thunder pierced forth, its speed breaking through space and time, carrying a hint of spatial leap.

This strike clearly exceeded a half-saint's limits—its source didn't matter anymore.

"Shenmin Moment!"

The giant's body shuddered, its reaction and movement speeds accelerating by thousands of times.

It snatched unnaturally, overshooting the thunder sword before quickly withdrawing to grab it again. Only then did it catch the thunder sword, which had slowed relatively.

The enormous thunder light sword was clutched in its palm and hurled back toward the distance!

Boom—

This throw, enhanced with sword intent and the giant's immense power, was more terrifying than any saintly tribulation!

Fu Jiu, targeted by it, panicked, throwing array talismans wildly without looking back:

" Tribulation-breaking Talisman!"

"Spirit-exterminating Talisman!"

"God-sealing Talisman!"

"Ex... "

The illusion sword technique dispelled.

The giant kicked, shattering Fu Jiu.

On the other side, Ye Xiao, who had been smug about not being targeted first, was holding his flying flower when the thunder sword reduced him to dust.

—A giant that could use ancient sword techniques!

In the blink of an eye, the Zhongyu Six-pointed Saints were left with one point.

Yanling Zhu halted abruptly, his body chilling as if plunged into an ice cellar.

He compressed all his power into his throat, turned, and faced the giant that had stopped all movement.

Gathering every ounce of courage, he pointed ahead, took a deep breath, and shouted:

"Giant, retreat!"

The colossal giant was indeed forced back a small step by his words.

Yanling Zhu's face lit up with joy. Ignoring his hair turning white and his body aging, he pointed and stomped, shouting again:

"Giant, retreat! Retreat! Retreat!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The giant retreated three more steps.

Yanling Zhu was ecstatic, about to muster more strength for another command.

"Pah!"

Before he could speak, he vomited blood and staggered to the ground.

He had once been sturdy, if not burly, with a silent aloofness that gave him an air of a half-saint.

But now, he was emaciated, like a flickering candle, with several teeth fallen out, trembling and tearful, barely able to speak.

"Uh!"

"Uh uh uh!"

He desperately tried to speak, but not a word came out.

The giant vanished, and Xu Xiaoshou returned on his sword, landing before the fallen old man.

Was that it?

After a dazed three breaths, Xu Xiaoshou thought of Yuegong Li, the Diying Shengzhu, Shen Yi, and finally himself.

Blood surged in his body...

After the 90th Shendao disk, even without Devouring Body or the Human Path, his vitality felt amplified countless times. The giant had been active for so long, and he still had three or four tenths of his power left.

After a long while, Xu Xiaoshou chuckled self-deprecatingly.

He'd fought too many strong foes, faced saint emperors and the Ten Honored Ones, and forgotten that this was the normal strength of half-saints.

"Sorry, I overestimated you."

His eyes sharpened, gleaming like you light:

"Soul Read!"

Yanling Zhu's body convulsed one last time before going still.

He was the first half-saint to die from exhausting his own power; the other five still had lingering souls and wills.

Xu Xiaoshou reached behind him and grasped Yanmang.

As his Jian Dao disk spun and Ghost Sword Technique activated, he spotted the five nearly collapsed divine souls around him.

"I said it before—if you don't retreat, you die."

In the Jian Dao mystic array, the Heart Sword Technique section lit up brightly. Xu Xiaoshou no longer bothered with remnants, wills, or hidden tricks.

"Heart Sword Technique, Banruo Wu!"

Yanmang swept through the air.

Silence fell everywhere.

One thought for gods and Buddhas, another for Banruo Wu!