Lei Ting watched as the Wind Pool Valley disciples were utterly annihilated before his eyes. The Thunder Devils who had been so arrogant and fierce moments ago now stood like withered stumps, their faces drawn and lifeless.
They huddled together, their ferocity entirely gone, seething with frustration.
No matter how much rage burned in their hearts, they could only swallow it now.
Lei Ting, whose talents nearly matched an 8-Star Diva, had high hopes of reaching the Eighth Baptism Realm someday. But at this moment, gazing upon the proud Feng Yao before him, it felt as if 1,000 knives were slicing his heart.
"We're leaving!" Lei Ting growled, suppressing all his fury as he prepared to retreat.
"Who said you could leave?" Feng Yao arched an eyebrow and sneered.
Lei Ting led over a dozen Thunder Devil disciples, striding forward without a backward glance, his anger simmering.
After a few steps, the green pledge above his head projected a line of text.
「Defend the Extreme Yin Star.」
Seeing these words, Lei Ting nearly spat blood.
For at least the last ten Grand Assemblies of Myriad Sects, the Thunder Punisher Star had never been conquered.
He hadn't imagined that once their nation fell or they became a vassal state, it would feel so unbearable.
If Yun Xiao wanted them to target Wind Pool Valley; they had to target it. If he wanted them to stay; they had to stay. Though they might not put forth their full effort in following these orders, they couldn't defy them outright.
"Fine, fine!" Lei Ting whipped around, glaring daggers at Feng Yao. He sneered, "You and that slave do have some tricks up your sleeves—enough to be called the trump cards of the Harmony Divine Palace. But you know full well that once the Southern Divine Dragon Realm arrives, all you've done will be in vain—a futile resistance."
"Then watch and see," Feng Yao replied with a faint smile. The contempt and disdain in her eyes only fueled Lei Ting's fury.
"No problem. I'll be watching," Lei Ting retorted coldly.
Feng Yao couldn't be bothered with him. Keeping Lei Ting here was Yun Xiao's decision; she didn't know what he intended.
But she understood that if she attacked Lei Ting now, and he resisted, he'd be expelled from the Grand Assembly Arena. And Yun Xiao didn't seem keen on letting these people off easily, especially those who had insulted him.
"Yao Yao."
Hai Qing and her sisters gathered around Feng Yao. The hearts of the seven female Martial Immortals were still trembling.
"Yun Xiao is truly remarkable."
"Indeed. Good thing you trusted him. We were a bit shortsighted."
"Next time we see him, we should apologize."
"There's no need for you to apologize," Feng Yao said quickly. "That guy only holds grudges against enemies. He's generous to his own people, especially to beautiful women. That lecher has endless patience." �
"Lecher?"
"Celestial slave?" She couldn't believe her eyes. Unaware of the fall of the Blazing Yang Star and Thunder Punisher Star, or that Chi Shenshen's entire force had been wiped out without sending any message back, she was completely caught off guard.
Yun Xiao's calm gaze swept over her.
In the next instant, the three-foot blade in his hand transformed into a flash of azure light, tracing a swift arc as it struck toward Chi Qianqian at close range.
"Damn you!" She hadn't expected that a supposedly powerless celestial slave would suddenly unleash such lethal intent.
Startled, Chi Qianqian swiftly summoned her Life Sigil, which transformed into a verdant forest. Thousands of trees seemed to spring up, blocking Yun Xiao's Flying Sword and halting his deadly strike.
Her Mid Fourth Baptism Realm cultivation, combined with her Life Sigil housing 500 Rune Prisons, provided substantial short-term defense.
"You worthless eunuch, you really don't know when to quit..." Chi Qianqian sneered coldly after deflecting the initial attack.
But before she could finish her words, a sword light suddenly pierced through her chest. Atop the blade was her own spirit—an exact likeness of herself.
Through the eyes of her spirit, beyond her own body, she saw another spirit manifesting behind her—it was Yun Xiao's Buddha's Treasure Spirit!
It was a dual strike of body and soul!
"Huh?"
Terror surged through Chi Qianqian. Cold sweat poured down her body. Her spirit was pierced, her soul wounded, her Life Sigil trembling and collapsing! She sensed impending death.
But just moments ago, Chi Qianqian had been dreaming of millennia of wonderful times...
However, Yun Xiao didn't care what she was thinking. He reclaimed his Flying Sword, transforming it into a three-foot azure blade, and with one stroke, severed her head.
His Buddha's Treasure Spirit also severed the head of her spirit.
It was a double decapitation with one sword!
Yun Xiao brushed past her, devouring her Seed of Creation and the 500 Rune Prisons of her Life Sigil.
Her body fell into the storm below. It was over.
Yun Xiao turned and looked at the dozen or so Wind Pool Valley disciples. They had no fight left in them. Pale with fear, they stepped back, eyes wide, almost ready to kneel and beg for mercy.
They watched as this celestial slave, the lowest of the low, pulled out their Wind Pool Parent Flag. Without a word, he turned and left, swift and clean.
Only after Yun Xiao had gone, and the Wind Pool Star Barrier transformed into the Extreme Yin Star Barrier, did they realize they were drenched in sweat.
"Quick, inform Chi Shenshen!"
The Wind Pool Valley disciples were crying out, frantically sending flying talismans. But these were like stones sinking into the sea, with no reply.
"What do we do?"
They huddled together, looking at the Wind Pool Star now covered in a raging blizzard, wanting to cry but having no tears.