Chapter 1765: Three Thousand Warriors

Xu Yang made a gesture as if cleaning his ears, as if completely removing the rubbish that had just entered them. Then, with an impatient expression, he fixed his gaze on the man.

"Was that you rambling on endlessly just now? Now that you're done, is it my turn?"

A few softly spoken words from Xu Yang suddenly seemed to unleash a terrifying, all-encompassing sharp edge. Invisible sword energy, carried by the sound waves emanating from Xu Yang's mouth, enveloped the arrogant, ignorant man.

In but an instant, the man was completely shredded by this invisible sword light. From beginning to end, no one saw Xu Yang make a single move.

There were no energy fluctuations from his body, yet the man who had just spoken was utterly defeated by his methods.

"What? How did that guy do it?"

Many warriors in the crowd immediately panicked, their restless murmurs growing louder. Xu Yang, seemingly having lost patience, did not wield the Cold Spring divine artifact himself. Instead, he suddenly tossed it into the air, allowing its sword energy to hover above the clouds, seeking targets deemed worthy of being his opponents.

Soon, the Cold Spring divine artifact released several faint, ice-blue sword lights, thin as silken threads. As if possessing a life of their own, these lights detached from the main artifact and actively began searching for prey to hunt.

Before long, the most powerful Soul Transformation stage experts among the three thousand warriors inexplicably fell to the might of Xu Yang's divine artifact.

No matter who was targeted by the ice-blue light—whether they were at the Golden Core, Nascent Soul, or Soul Transformation stage—the outcome was the same: they were completely sealed by this terrifying ice-blue power, ultimately melting into nothingness, their physical bodies, life force, and even their bones vanishing without a trace.

"A demon! This guy is as terrifying as a demon! Elder, are we still fighting? This person's methods are too bizarre; we can't possibly withstand them!"

Over half of the three thousand warriors began to panic. Even though Xu Yang was only a few hundred meters away, not a single person in the group dared to take a step forward. The resolve of the three thousand warriors had been completely shattered by Xu Yang's seemingly effortless yet terrifying display.

"Heh, so many of you came, yet not a single useful one among you. With such meager strength, you dare to cause trouble at the foot of our Xuanhuang Sect? What a bunch of overconfident trash!

I've suddenly thought of a more interesting game. I'll give you three counts to consider. After I count to three, I want to see those of you who wish to live wield your weapons against your teammates.

If you comply, the sword energy from the blade suspended above you will perfectly avoid your life force and choose to attack others instead.

If I see you remain idle, the sword energy will immediately unleash devastating judgment upon you. I will only say this once; choose for yourselves what you will do.

Remember! You have only three counts to decide. After three, I want to see your blades stained with the blood of your teammates."

After speaking, Xu Yang slowly raised his first finger. The three thousand warriors before him exchanged bewildered glances, stunned, yet no one moved.

However, Xu Yang's spiritual perception told him that these three thousand warriors had already had their inner defenses shattered; they were no longer a cohesive unit capable of acting as a sharp blade.

Each person stood as if thorns were pricking their backs, constantly observing their nearest teammates, using this method to mutually deter one another and avoid being instantly slaughtered by those around them.

In just a moment, Xu Yang raised his third finger.

Simultaneously, the immensely powerful Cold Spring divine artifact above them had spawned a new wave of thousands of dazzling sword lights, swiftly covering the sky like a blanket.

Each chilling sword light seemed to have locked onto a target, ready to unleash a massacre at any moment under Xu Yang's spiritual guidance.

It was during this time that more and more warriors, roaring like madmen, began to swing their weapons at their nearby teammates. When the dagger of a person originally targeted by the sword light from above became stained with the blood of their comrades, the corresponding locked sword energy halo would disappear.

Meanwhile, those who remained idle, or even harbored strong murderous intent towards Xu Yang, would be locked onto by even more powerful sword energy.

With a mere snap of his fingers, Xu Yang's smile deepened. At that very instant, countless icy sword lights rained down, like a cleansing storm, instantly piercing through the cultivators who had not obeyed his command. A single wave of this whistling sword rain easily eliminated over five hundred warriors on the spot.

Facing this irresistible pressure, the inner defenses of these warriors completely collapsed. They were no longer a united force gathered to challenge the Xuanhuang Sect, but rather pitiable cultivators desperate to save their own lives.

"All of you, go to hell!"

Many of the frenzied warriors shrieked these words, then began unleashing various powerful techniques and defensive aura cultivated by martial artists.

Their targets for attack and defense were not Xu Yang, but their nearest teammates, who were supposed to be supportive companions. The scene had now devolved into a gladiatorial arena, and as long as Xu Yang wished, this farcical act of mutual slaughter would continue.

Unbeknownst to them, Xu Yang had long since discovered that behind the grand facade of the four major sects' joint attack on the Xuanhuang Sect, the War Heaven Pavilion, as the leading and orchestrating force, had its young pavilion master, Qingya, still hidden behind the mountain with three other protectors, observing everything.

How could their petty tricks escape Xu Yang's notice? As soon as the aura of the three of them appeared in the area, Xu Yang had already sensed it. However, he made no move to expose them, maintaining an appearance that suggested he could be observed at any time.

As the saying goes, if you never play the fool, you'll never know who takes you for one. Since they wanted to see something, Xu Yang saw no harm in playing along with their show.

Witnessing the scene of the three thousand warriors slaughtering each other, Qingya, the young pavilion master hidden behind the mountain, looked utterly distraught. The remaining three protectors gritted their teeth, barely resisting the urge to rush out and help.