Easy to Subdue

The moment it touched this gravitational force, it was instantly and unreasonably crushed into the most primordial spiritual energy dust!

Not even the tiniest splash was made.

"Th-this... how is this possible?!"

Jian Lanshan's dead-fish-like eyes bulged, and his eyeballs were instantly covered in hideous, bloodshot veins.

He stared fixedly at the gray silhouette below, whose clothes had not been ruffled in the slightest.

His mana was like an abyssal ocean, and his flesh like divine iron suppressing the ages!

How was this a stray dog at the early Core Formation stage?

This was simply an ancient, primordial beast wearing human skin!

Extreme greed was instantly replaced by an utterly fatal sense of life-and-death crisis.

Jian Lanshan violently bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of boiling heart-blood, which contained a hundred years of his lifespan, onto the supreme-grade flying sword beneath his feet.

"Supreme Unfeeling! Frost Chills the Nine Provinces—Slash!!!"

The old fox didn't dare to probe any further and directly revealed his strongest trump card!

"Whoosh—!"

The crystal-clear supreme-grade flying sword, upon absorbing the essence blood, instantly swelled to a hundred zhang in size.

Countless ancient Dao runes, exuding absolute heartlessness, flickered madly on the blade.

A frost-white river, formed entirely of extreme icy sword qi, crossed the spatial distance and poured down ruthlessly toward the top of Gu Yang's head!

This sword strike was enough to completely freeze all life within a ten-mile radius!

Gu Yang slightly tilted his head up.

His abyssal black eyes reflected the incredibly dazzling frost-white sword qi, which resembled the Silver River of the Nine Heavens.

He made no motion to draw a sword, because a true sword did not need such a fragile, mortal iron vessel.

Gu Yang slowly raised his right hand.

Two fingers, covered in rough, thin calluses, casually pressed together into a sword gesture.

Great Desolation Oblivion Sword.

No hand seals, no charging of power.

In the fleeting instant Gu Yang brought his two fingers together.

An aloof, deathly still concept of absolute "Death," stripped of all the prosperous illusions of the cultivation world, explosively condensed at his fingertips.

This was not sword qi.

It was an utterly unreasonable, dimensional-strike-like obliteration of rules.

Facing the cascading river of frosty sword qi, Gu Yang casually and indifferently swiped his fingers.

"Hum—"

The world suddenly fell into a bizarre state of absolute deafness.

There was no earth-shattering roar of collision.

There was only an incredibly smooth tearing sensation, like a hot knife slicing through butter.

The orthodox Supreme river of swords, which Jian Lanshan had exhausted his lifelong cultivation to manifest and took immense pride in, touched the invisible oblivion sword intent at Gu Yang's fingertips.

It began to tremble in extreme terror!

It was like a lowly great-grandson suddenly facing a furious ancestor!

Jian Lanshan's proud "Supreme Unfeeling" sword intent was like a cheap joke in the face of the absolutely pure concept of death of the "Great Desolation Oblivion."

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The hundred-zhang-long frost-white sword river, starting from its very tip, snapped like crystal forcibly broken by a violent power.

It shattered inch by inch! It turned into a sky full of meaningless ice crystal powder!

Absolute suppression of the Sword Dao! A dimensional strike!

"Pfft—!"

His sword intent was directly and brutally crushed, causing Jian Lanshan to suffer a terrifying backlash to his origin.

He threw his head back and wildly spewed a large mouthful of black blood mixed with visceral fragments. His withered body, as if its spine had been removed, swayed precariously in mid-air.

"You... just what kind of monster are you?!"

Jian Lanshan was going mad. In his cold, gloomy eyes, there was only desperate terror left.

His four hundred years of Sword Dao cultivation didn't even have the qualifications to resist this young man's casual finger swipe!

Flee!

This extremely humiliating thought exploded in Jian Lanshan's mind.

He didn't even care about his dimming supreme-grade flying sword anymore. His hands frantically formed a blood escape hand seal, and his body instantly turned into a piercing streak of blood light, about to tear through the void and flee.

"Did I say you could move?"

Gu Yang's thin lips spat out these words devoid of any temperature.

Coming and going as he pleased—did he really think this fleshly furnace of his was just for show?

In Gu Yang's deep black eyes, killing intent was practically tangible.

In the pupil of his left eye, the dark golden Golden Crow blazing sun explosively swelled; in his right eye, the extreme black flames of the Nine Netherwoods Soul-Locking Flame danced madly.

Without a single word of nonsense, Gu Yang's joined sword fingers once again casually pointed forward.

"Sizzle!"

The invisible sword intent of the Great Desolation Oblivion was instantly coated in a bizarre layer of firelight!

The outer layer was the Great Sun True Fire, so tyrannical that it could ignite the void itself, manifesting in a scalp-numbing dark gold.

The inner layer was the Nine Netherwoods Soul-Locking Flame, extremely yin and cold, specializing in burning the divine soul, showing a profound pitch-black.

Ice and fire, life and death, were brutally kneaded together by the Great Desolation Oblivion Sword into a sword gleam as thin as a gossamer thread!

"Swish—!"

This oblivion sword gleam, imbued with dual exotic flames, ignored the distance of space and time.

In the fleeting instant when Jian Lanshan had just turned into blood light with half a foot stepping into the spatial rift, it ruthlessly caught up to his back!

"Supreme Protective Astral Qi! Block it for me!"

Feeling the terrifying crisis behind him that was enough to obliterate his soul, Jian Lanshan roared mournfully.

He instantly burned all of his supreme-grade protective talismans. Layers of icy astral qi, several feet thick and flashing with indestructible light, madly stacked up behind his back.

However.

"Pfft."

When that sword gleam, interwoven with dark gold and pitch-black, sliced through the protective astral qi capable of withstanding a strike from an early Nascent Soul cultivator.

It was like cutting through a layer of extremely low-quality tissue paper.

There was no hindrance, no pause.

The sword gleam precisely and viciously pierced right through the center of Jian Lanshan's back and into his body!

"Arghhhhh—!!!"

An incredibly miserable, despairing wail, completely unlike anything a human could produce, exploded above the dead black wasteland.

Jian Lanshan's proud physical body violently convulsed in mid-air into a bizarre, shrimp-like curl.

The Great Sun True Fire instantly ignited the Core Formation mana within his body. That tyrannical high temperature surged upstream along his meridians.

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle!"

Jian Lanshan could hear with terrifying clarity that his internal organs were being madly boiled and vaporized by this dark golden true fire.

But what brought him the ultimate terror was the Nine Netherwoods Soul-Locking Flame that drilled into his sea of consciousness.

The extremely yin and cold black flames acted like countless razor-sharp scalpels, cruelly slicing his divine soul into pieces!

His physical body was burned to the limit, while his divine soul was frozen to the limit.

The ultimate lingering execution of ice and fire!

"Thud!"

Jian Lanshan, like a dead dog that had been thoroughly boiled and then frozen stiff, crashed heavily from mid-air onto the hard, black scorched earth in a wretched state.

The skin all over his body took on a terrifying, translucent appearance.