Chapter 612: Kill Them All

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The Kongxi Demonic Suppression Bowl in the sky faded, and the eye-like colors on the horizon also vanished. The vibrant light across the sky dimmed, gradually returning to normal.

Almost simultaneously, all the cultivators looked up, their pupils widening as they collectively gasped.

The purplish-black and colorful light brought by the Kongxi Demonic Suppression Bowl had not yet completely dispersed. The entire sky appeared a light purple, with colorful light flowing, creating a surprisingly captivating sight.

The light purple sky was strewn with glass-like fragments of bodies, some large, some small. These Dharma masters' bodies were inherently colossal, and the scene was as if countless statues had been toppled, with fragments scattered everywhere.

Their gazes followed the rising trail of these body parts, settling on the golden body mountain formed by the piled-up Dharma bodies. The white-armored man sat quietly cross-legged, a white bow standing beside him.

“He has annihilated all the Buddhist masters…”

This scene lasted only for an instant. Deprived of the Kongxi Demonic Suppression Bowl's suppression, these Dharma body fragments instantly evaporated into a sky full of dazzling colored light. The waterfall of flower petals in the sky became even larger, mixed with glass-like pieces of various sizes that clattered down.

Everyone still craned their necks to watch. Although brief, the sight was terrifyingly etched into the pupils of the cultivators on the ground. They didn't even immediately try to catch the falling glass-like pieces; most were still dazed.

“Boom!” A muffled thunderous sound rang out. Having lost the suppressive power of the Kongxi Demonic Suppression Bowl, Li Qinghong was the first to ascend, transforming into a streak of purple lightning. She pierced through the dew and pink flowers raining down from the sky, finding Li Xuanfeng, clad in white armor.

He was already descending on the wind. The shocking wounds on the man's body and the hollow interior behind the lacerations were all covered up. His majestic, bone-white supreme golden armor once again enveloped him, and the white bow in his hand was held casually.

Li Xuanfeng's eyes, amid the surging golden energy, had strangely shifted to a light gray hue. He gestured to stop Li Qinghong's words. She immediately suppressed her anxiety, holding her silver spear and standing behind the man. The uncle and niece descended towards the south bank amidst the full sky of strange phenomena.

Those below were staring blankly at the sky full of strange phenomena, letting the pink petals accumulate past their knees. When Li Xuanfeng stepped onto the Ming Pass summoned by the Huaijiang Map, even someone as distinguished as Si Yuanli trembled and dared not look at him.

From west to east, a swathe of figures bowed down. The fierce and majestic man's white armor shone brightly. The surrounding noble families bowed their heads, immortal descendants lowered their gazes, and rogue cultivators and clan cultivators prostrated themselves on the ground like grass. As dew and flower petals rained down, the south bank resonated with a unified cry:

“Greetings, Lord!”

Li Xuanfeng nodded slightly. His left hand gently raised level, and slowly, a scroll painting appeared. The long scroll floated in the air as the white-armored man gently shook his hand.

“Whoosh!” The long Ming Pass under his feet instantly dissipated, transforming into streaks of golden light that returned to the painting. Li Xuanfeng said nothing more as the painting spun in the air before landing in front of Si Yuanli.

“Whoosh…” Si Yuanli stared blankly at the sky. Pink petals spun down onto his face, then were swept aside by the protective magical light around him.

His ocular technique was the most profound. The moment the Kongxi Demonic Suppression Bowl vanished from the sky, he clearly saw the entire sky filled with glass-like Dharma bodies. Combined with the horrifying and atrocious phenomena, only one thought remained in Si Yuanli's mind:

“All eighteen Dharma masters have been vanquished.”

Soft petals already covered his knees. Si Yuanli turned his gaze northward, his eyes meeting an endless expanse of pink and gold. Dew, petals, and glass-like pieces covered the land like an ocean, stinging his eyes so he couldn't keep them open.

“Such divine power, who in the past five hundred years can compare?”

In Si Yuanli's mind, figures like Duanmu Kui and Shang Yuan came to mind. Perhaps only Shang Yuan's solo entry into the Buddhist masters' ranks here about seventy years ago, where he killed two Buddhist masters and three demons before leaving, thus pacifying the State of Xu, could be comparable…

His gaze slowly returned from the sky full of strange phenomena, settling on the cultivators gathered on the bank. Their expressions were a mix of fear, relief, and surprise, but in the eyes of the clan cultivators and rogue cultivators, there was only one dominant emotion:

“Awe.”

Si Yuanli lowered his gaze, dazed, his mind in turmoil. Li Xuanfeng slightly turned his head and looked at him, and Si Yuanli immediately tensed up, leaning in to listen.

Li Xuanfeng's slightly hoarse voice echoed in the air. His voice was not loud, yet it made all the cultivators respectfully bow and listen intently:

“The Northern Buddhist masters have been completely slain. The duty of defense is complete. My lifespan and immortal foundation are already exhausted. I only hope that Xuanfeng may be allowed to return to the lake and enter nirvana.”

His words made all the cultivators look up, their expressions showing shock. Even the Yuan family, who had caused considerable unpleasantness, looked at Li Xuanfeng with respect. All the cultivators fell silent.

Although the cultivators were compelled to come for defense, while not fighting to the death, they at least gave their all. After all, behind the riverbank lay their clansmen and dwellings; who among them didn't have families to protect?

Now, almost everyone could see that the riverbank had been defended solely by Li Xuanfeng. With this formidable man about to enter nirvana, the noble families' apprehension and fear transformed into relief, and along with reverence, they also felt some gratitude.

‘Thankfully… thankfully…’

Instead, some rogue cultivators and clan cultivators exchanged glances, revealing expressions of regret and gratitude. They looked up at him, unsure what to say.

Si Yuanli's mind, however, jolted. His ominous premonition had finally come true, and he secretly thought with dread:

‘He...! He's going to enter nirvana!’

Li Xuanfeng dying or being severely wounded while defending the bank presented two vastly different situations for Si Yuanli! He had just seen Li Xuanfeng's magnificent power and felt some relief, but now, only a cold dread remained in his heart:

“This is completely different! This is completely different! If Li Xuanfeng, a confidant of the Chi family, were to fall defending, the Chi family could make a huge fuss!”

“Then, it's not just whether the Li family can support us… I'm afraid the whole war's nature might change for the worse!”

No matter how cold he felt inside, his response, when it came, was only bitter:

“How could this… fine… Xuanfeng…”

Li Xuanfeng slowly nodded towards him, his voice slightly lowered:

“The ‘Please Lord Hold Gold’ is difficult to retrieve at this moment. Once I enter nirvana, my family will certainly send it.”

His gaze softened slightly as it fell upon Si Yuanli. Although this man hailed from Qingchi and had done many unspeakable things, the millions of people behind the river were now safe, and his contribution was indispensable. After all, as a sword cultivator, he still had some moral boundaries.

Si Yuanli met his gaze and even felt a touch of shame in his heart. After all, Li Xuanfeng was now facing death in fulfillment of Si Yuanli's orders. The man had not yet realized his secret admiration for Li Xuanfeng; he only felt a pang of heartache:

“What a pity…”

Li Xuanfeng chuckled softly and departed as a gust of bone-white wind. The Li family members naturally did not need to remain there with him; they all rose into the air on the wind. Everyone stood respectfully to the side and said in unison:

“Farewell, Lord!”

This sound spread from east to west, gradually converging. Even a look of reverence appeared in Lin Gulan Ying's eyes; she slightly turned and bowed in the direction he departed.

“Farewell, Senior…”

Si Yuanli's heart felt as cold as if filled with snow. Yet he noticed more and more gazes turning towards him. From his side, a woman in green robes emerged, her attire splendid and beautiful, with a sword fastened at her waist. She first bowed to him.

“Not good!”

Si Yuanli felt his scalp tingle, but Lin Gulan Ying's voice resonated in his mind like a great bell, making his whole body tremble:

“Senior Yuanli! The Northern Cultivators have retreated. Should we go to rescue Bianyan?”

Si Yuanli turned his head and found the entire south bank observing him with cold eyes. The silence was so profound that a pin drop could be heard. Everyone's gaze pierced him like swords, like a sky full of arrows, making him feel chilled to the bone. These gazes, mixed with inquiry, pressed against his chest bit by bit.

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