As the deep blue Primordial Spirit shattered, it dissipated into a rain of light that filled the sky.
The black mist and Yin-evil Qi filling the room also slowly withdrew along with it.
Returning into the girl's body.
Jiang Yuechu's expression was indifferent; she didn't even spare a glance at the spiritual charm dissipating in mid-air, turning directly and walking toward Daoist Master Xuan's mangled Physical Body.
The accompanying young Disciple to the side had long since been scared out of his wits by this sudden turn of events.
His face was pale as he slumped among the piles of broken wood, his eyes filled with terror.
"Don't... don't kill me..."
Jiang Yuechu looked straight ahead, ignoring him completely.
She bent down, grabbed Daoist Master Cang Xuan by the collar, and stuffed him into the hanxu bag at her waist.
After finishing all this, she talent slowly turned her head.
Her gaze fell upon the young Disciple, and she casually struck down with her palm.
His skull shattered instantly; the Young Man didn't even let out a groan before he breathed his last.
Jiang Yuechu remained expressionless, casually stuffing him into her bag as well.
Although these two didn't have much Dao Cultivation, they were, after all, from the Twenty-Five Orthodox Lineages.
The belongings they carried surely wouldn't be too shabby.
The Great Tang right now was like a wailing infant, lacking food and clothing.
Even if she couldn't use these Medicinal Pills and Magic Treasures, it would be good to leave them for the Great Tang to fill its national treasury.
Jiang Yuechu turned around and saw that everyone was still standing there in a daze.
She waved her hand disinterestedly and said, "This house has been sent off. On to the next one."
"..."
Wang Ziyu rolled his eyes in annoyance.
Right.
Sent off.
This really was "sent off" in the literal sense.
Sent straight to see the King of Hell.
This girl's way of doing things was truly overbearing to the extreme.
Did she really intend to treat the various factions in Chang'an City like sheep for the slaughter, killing them off one by one?
How could the other Dao Lineages just sit by and watch?
However.
The facts seemed to be confirming his suspicion.
Just moments after Jiang Yuechu's voice fell.
Rumble—
Above Chang'an City, the originally calm sky suddenly underwent a drastic change.
Countless powerful Auras could no longer be contained, soaring into the sky from all over the city.
Although Daoist Master Cang Xuan's life or death didn't have much to do with the other Dao Lineages.
Usually, there was constant infighting between the lineages, and they would love nothing more than to see each other become a laughingstock.
But regardless of that.
Standing behind him was the Wuxiang Lineage.
It was one of the Twenty-Five Orthodox Lineages that shared their roots!
They were all figures who sat atop the clouds; even if they fought to the death normally, it was a battle between immortals.
Now, one of them had been publicly slaughtered by a woman from a mortal Dynasty, and even his corpse had been taken.
This wasn't just a slap in the face for the Wuxiang Lineage.
It was a slap in the face for all their Dao Lineages!
If they sat by and did nothing today, allowing this woman to go on a rampage.
How would they, the so-called orthodox lineages, stand their ground in this Eastern Region in the future? Wouldn't they be ridiculed by the whole world?
In just a brief moment.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—
The sound of breaking through the air rang out loudly.
Over a dozen streaks of light pierced through the sky, carrying rolling pressure as they instantly arrived above the ruined inn.
The clouds pressed down, blotting out the sun.
For a time.
The light on the entire long street dimmed, as if black clouds were weighing down on the city.
In the mid-air.
Someone stood upon a green blade, their Sword Qi cold and sharp, tearing through the Void Realm.
Someone sat cross-legged on a lotus platform, solemn and dignified, with a halo behind their head.
Others rode strange beasts, their ferocious flames reaching the heavens, watching like tigers over their prey.
There was even a Fairy dressed in Ni Chang, holding a pipa and looking down coldly.
Over a dozen Tower-Ascending Martial Immortalss were now looking down from above.
Their gazes were mocking, cold, or playful.
They stared indifferently at the Girl in Black Robes below... Meanwhile, in front of the Golden Hall of the Imperial City.
The Great Tang emperor and his ministers, their souls just beginning to settle, were discussing matters of the Incense Path with Lu Changfeng, who had come from afar.
Just then.
Rumble—
Above Chang'an, where things had originally calmed down, the winds and clouds suddenly changed.
Powerful and unmatched Auras, like beacon fires and signal smoke, soared into the sky one after another from all directions within the city.
In an instant.
The originally clear sky was actually reflected into a bizarre and dazzling display by the divine light filling the air.
"This..."
Cheng Buxiu's expression changed drastically as he looked up at the horizon.
In the distant sky of Chang'an City, countless figures could be vaguely seen.
Each one was aggressive, their killing intent awe-inspiring.
This kind of power—how was it only ten or a hundred times stronger than the three who had just broken into the hall?
"What happened?"
The young emperor was also stunned, his eyes wide.
These outside Cultivators hadn't just arrived in Chang'an yesterday.
Although they were usually arrogant and overbearing, treating the laws of the Great Tang as if they were nothing.
But it had always been minor squabbles.
Never had they come out in full force like today, as if someone had poked a hornet's nest.
"Could it be..."
The emperor's heart skipped a beat.
An absurd yet highly possible thought uncontrollably surfaced in his mind.
Could someone have provoked these Jinxs?
But looking across all of Chang'an.
Besides the Great Tang Imperial Family, who else would have the courage to cross these people?
And within the Great Tang Imperial Family, who had the ability to cause such a huge commotion?
The High Ancestor's expression turned solemn: "It's her."
You Wujiang's face showed bitterness: "It's her..."
Lu Changfeng, remembering what happened at the Lu family, also had a faint suspicion: "Is it her?"
The emperor stamped his feet in anger: "My Imperial Younger Sister, Li Guyue!"
Just a moment ago, because Jiang Yuechu had some private matters to attend to, he had listened to the Old Flood Dragon's slanderous advice and even personally permitted people from the Demon Suppression Division to accompany her... Who would have thought.
In the blink of an eye.
She had actually gone straight to their door to kill them?
The High Ancestor also frowned, his expression extremely grave.
Although he knew his descendant had heaven-defying methods.
But two fists are no match for four hands, and a hero cannot withstand a crowd.
Those were over a dozen Tower-Ascending Martial Immortalss!
And the Dao Lineages behind them whose depths were unknown.
If she were truly attacked by all of them at once... the consequences would be unimaginable.
"Sigh..."
Just as everyone was anxious and at their wits' end.
A faint sigh abruptly rang in everyone's ears.
Everyone followed the sound.
Only to see that slovenly Old Daoist Priest, Thirteen Wu, had appeared beneath the stone pillar by the palace door at some unknown time.
He still had that same listless appearance.
"Immortal Master!"
The emperor seemed to have caught a lifeline, rushing forward a few steps and preparing to perform a grand salute.
"Please, Immortal Master, save Lonely Moon!"
"She... she's being so impulsive, she's bound to suffer a great loss!"
Thirteen Wu lifted his eyelids, looking somewhat disgusted: "Fine, fine, stop wailing like it's a funeral."
The Old Daoist Priest rolled his eyes in annoyance, casting his gaze toward the turbulent horizon in the distance.
The corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
"This girl..."
She really is a handful... This group of Ascending the Tower experts right now aren't just nobodies... they all come from various Dao Lineages, and their strength—how can it be compared to the previous Loose Cultivators?
"Immortal Master, what exactly did Lonely Moon do to provoke these people into taking such drastic action?"
"It wasn't anything major..."
Hearing this.
The emperor felt slightly relieved.
But he still asked in confusion, "If it wasn't anything major... then why is this happening?"
"She just killed an Immortal Master from a Dao Lineage... With their Dao Lineage's face being thrown on the ground and trampled by her, how could the others just sit still?"
"..."