"By order of the Qingyuan Sect, I invite you all to your deaths!"
When that voice, imbued with the killing intent of Qi Ping's Home Domain talent, thundered across the entirety of Lingxiao City, almost every living soul felt their spirit tremble!
The intent behind those words was so visceral and sharp that even those far removed from the Huang family manor could feel the spiritual tremors.
Someone intended to exterminate the Huang family?
As the realization dawned, the entirety of Lingxiao City fell into a state of frenzy!
Only the middle-aged cultivator and the beautiful woman who had been rescued acted with singular purpose. They knelt toward Qi Ping's direction, kowtowing three times in gratitude. Without waiting for the outcome, they immediately rushed home to gather their child and flee. Regardless of who won or lost, they refused to gamble with their child's life.
However, the ones most maddened and enraged were the members of the Huang family itself!
They had reigned supreme over Lingxiao City for countless years, their influence reaching even the heavens. When had they ever been treated with such contempt? To think that today, someone had not only come to their doorstep but had shattered their ancestral protection array with a single strike!
But as they laid eyes upon the intruder, their gazes instantly overflowed with murderous intent.
"Lin Ya!"
"So, you have actually come!"
The Patriarch of the Huang family, a cultivator at the late stage of Foundation Establishment, erupted with a murderous aura. However, when he saw the blood-dripping, terrified head in Qi Ping's hand, his voice broke into a frantic roar.
"Xuan'er!"
That was his most beloved youngest son!
"Lin Ya, you deserve a thousand deaths!" the Patriarch shrieked, his eyes nearly bursting with rage.
"Rest assured, the ones who deserve death are you. Since your family has committed such atrocities, every single one of you present here today shall die together, in perfect order."
As Qi Ping's icy words fell, he struck!
In an instant, hundreds of droplets of spiritual energy—smaller than raindrops but radiating a horrific killing intent—condensed into crimson and blue orbs. They shot out in all directions with terrifying speed and impact!
A series of catastrophic explosions erupted!
The sprawling manor of the Huang family began to collapse; the casualties were immense from the very first breath. The horrific blue flames possessed an uncanny ability to spread. As the droplets splashed, they ignited everything in their vicinity, clinging and burning through stone and flesh alike.
Any Qi Refining cultivator was killed the moment they were touched. In less than a breath, the vast Huang manor was engulfed in a sea of blue fire.
This sudden turn of events drove the onlookers to a new peak of shock. The rogue cultivators watching from afar were stunned beyond measure. They knew that if the Qingyuan Sect had taken action, the means would be extraordinary, but the sight of the Huang family being decimated and trapped in a firestorm within a single breath was something they had never imagined.
This white-robed youth was terrifying. He had decapitated the Patriarch's son without a word, and the moment he declared he would exterminate the family, his actions followed with absolute devastation.
This was also a scenario the Huang family's Foundation Establishment cultivators had failed to anticipate. They tried to intercept the attacks, but their speed could not keep up with Qi Ping's fragmented, high-velocity strikes.
"Come out! If you don't act now, the Huang family will truly be gone!" the Patriarch screamed, not daring to attack Qi Ping directly.
Qi Ping was in no hurry. He continued to cast his spells, systematically hunting down the fleeing survivors. He had said 'every single one,' and he intended to leave none alive.
The other Foundation Establishment members of the Huang family tried to interfere, but Qi Ping evaded them with effortless grace using his superior movement techniques.
Just as the Patriarch's scream faded, five figures at the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage appeared from the surrounding directions, closing in on Qi Ping's position! Their vast spiritual fluctuations and powerful Law Intent caused the very clouds to churn and the wind to howl.
"Five peak Foundation Establishment cultivators!"
"Were these five waiting in ambush for the Lord from the Qingyuan Sect? Including the Huang family's elders, that makes six peak Foundation Establishment cultivators, one at the late stage, and two at the early stage!"
"The Lord from the sect is only at the late stage of Foundation Establishment, and he is alone. How can he possibly handle this?"
Feeling those five terrifying surges of power, the hearts of the spectating cultivators hung in their throats. From the bottom of their souls, they wanted Qi Ping to win. But faced with such an overwhelming siege, how could Qi Ping—no matter how monstrous his talent—withstand so many opponents with his current cultivation?
Was it possible that the hope of the Huang family's downfall would be snuffed out just as it had appeared?
On the other side of the battlefield, Qi Ping felt no trace of the nervousness the crowd imagined. He was cold and analytical. As he observed his opponents, he used his movement advantage to reappear beside an early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator. A single 'Flame-Stream' shattered the man's head and soul!
'Two demonic cultivators? Three from the Celestial Alliance?' Qi Ping sneered inwardly.
'Good. Very good!'
Some people were truly willing to pay a heavy price to eliminate him. Given his four peak talents, he was an incredibly attractive target for the Celestial Alliance—to them, he was a premium ingredient for blood-food.
'Three Celestial Alliance cultivators!'
Qi Ping happened to need black market points to purchase Yin and Yang attribute spirit trees soon. This was truly a case of the pillow being delivered just as he was getting sleepy.
Without a Golden Core cultivator present, six peak Foundation Establishment opponents were nothing for him to fear. This was the perfect opportunity to verify the combat prowess of his Immortal Scripture of Water and Fire. Over these years, he had not only refined his cultivation and physical foundation with countless spirit herbs but had also reached a pinnacle in his understanding of spells and combat systems.
Even if a Golden Core cultivator were present, he might have been able to hold his own by playing all his trump cards.
"Six peak Foundation Establishment cultivators. What a grand gesture! You wish to kill me? Then come!"
With his killing intent at its peak, Qi Ping took the initiative to start the slaughter. Every single one of these six deserved to die.
"Flame-Stream!"
Wrapped in a terrifying aura of slaughter, Qi Ping lunged toward one of the peak Foundation Establishment cultivators, surrounded by his crimson and blue droplets.
Seeing that Qi Ping had initiated the battle, the other cultivators summoned their life-bound spirit tools. They recognized that Qi Ping was not an easy opponent, so they brought out their ultimate techniques, swearing to slay him on the spot.
There was no need for words anymore; the only task left was to kill.
In the blink of an eye, a world-shaking battle erupted! Spiritual energy surged like a tide, and the sounds of slaughter reached the heavens. The very spiritual energy of Lingxiao City became turbulent and unstable.
The cultivators remaining in Lingxiao City—those who hadn't fled in terror—watched with wide eyes as they witnessed a clash unseen in a thousand years. They were witnessing the birth of a legend.
Amidst the chaos, they saw a white-clad youth at the late stage of Foundation Establishment fighting with his bare hands against six peak-stage opponents. As the battle dragged on, disbelief filled the eyes of every observer.
When the dust finally settled, everyone was plunged into a state of profound shock.
Standing atop the ruins of the Huang family manor was a single, blood-stained figure in white. His body was covered in wounds from various spirit tools, and there was a piercing injury through his abdomen, yet he remained standing.
In his hands, he clutched two Foundation Establishment souls.
Beside the blood-stained youth, the six peak Foundation Establishment cultivators, who had previously been so arrogant and imposing, were now nothing but broken corpses, their bodies exploded and shredded beyond recognition.