The First Slut Who Died at Ye Xuan's Hands

Facing that earth-shattering blow of annihilation,

Ye Xuan did not retreat half a step.

He did not even falter by an inch.

He simply, slowly, with an extreme calm, raised the Sun-Slaying Divine Sword in his hand.

In his eyes, the last remnants of any emotion were, at that moment, thoroughly, utterly drained away.

Only one thing remained.

A kind of transcendent, emotionless, clear, still as dead water, absolute coldness.

"Heaven and Earth are without feeling…"

At this moment, the entire world seemed to lose its color.

No radiance, no explosions, no dazzling splendor.

Only a terrifying will, pure to its extreme, pure to the point of despair—a will that could sever all karma and destiny—silently condensed on the sword’s blade, a grayish white.

"Emotionless Slash!"

A sword line, as thin as a strand of hair, grayish white.

Silent, without sound, without light, without flame.

Yet it possessed the annihilating power to split the entire Burial Heaven Abyss, this very world, and all karma and destiny in two.

It was slashed forward.

This should have been a brutal collision of mutual destruction.

Wu Lingfeng had already bitten her tongue, ready to rush forward recklessly to take the fatal blow for Ye Xuan.

However.

In the instant before the blood-colored spear collided with the gray sword line, in that thousandth of a second.

Tushan Honghong, looking through the blood-red light at Ye Xuan’s ice-cold face, once again lost control of her tears, which broke free like a dam.

In the end… she still couldn't bear it.

The essence of a yandere is still a love so humble it reaches the bone, a love that would rather hurt herself than hurt him.

She cried out that she wanted to kill him, but in the moment she was truly about to pierce his heart, she feared he would truly feel pain, feared he would truly die.

At the final juncture, Tushan Honghong’s heart softened.

She forcibly shifted the trajectory of the blood-colored spear, dispersing nearly half her demonic power, closing her eyes, hoping only that by wounding them both heavily—yet not fatally—she might gain even a flicker of emotion or pity in Ye Xuan’s eyes.

She even opened her arms, preparing to embrace the outcome of both being severely wounded.

But she was facing Ye Xuan, who had experienced countless cycles of reincarnation, betrayed until his heart was as hard as iron, long bereft of humanity.

Seeing Tushan Honghong’s power weaken, and her attempt to divert her attack in that instant,

Ye Xuan, instead of being the slightest bit moved, had the corner of his eye twitch violently, and a cruel, cruel grin curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Naive!"

Not only did Ye Xuan not withdraw his attack, but he inhumanly burned his own blood essence, pushing the power of the Emotionless Slash to an unprecedented limit—one that could slay gods and immortals!

With no suspense.

With no resistance whatsoever.

That gray sword line crushed the blood-colored spear like a tornado scattering dry weeds.

Between the moments when Tushan Honghong struggled to weaken her own force, it ground her carefully constructed final defense into ashes!

Through Tushan Honghong’s despairing, disbelieving eyes, filled with endless regret and belated remorse,

That sword line, with gentle grace, with no obstruction at all, sliced down from the center of her forehead.

Vertically downward.

Time froze.

Tushan Honghong hung dumbly in midair.

A thin, straight red line appeared at her forehead.

In the silence, the red line slowly oozed blood.

She opened her mouth.

"Why..." her voice was as faint as a thread: "I... I just... couldn't bear it..."

Ye Xuan coldly sheathed his sword; the crisp, definitive sound of the blade entering the scabbard rang out.

He lifted his eyes, and his voice held not a trace of fire or emotion: "Mercy to a deceptive woman is cruelty to oneself."

The next moment.

That thin line burst open completely.

That peerlessly beautiful body split into two from the middle with a crashing sound, and a rain of blood mixed with the residual surges of demonic power, like a mournful, cruel, spectacularly rich yet fading rain of flowers, scattered in profusion across the endless sea of clouds.

Whoosh!

Just as the body split apart, a demon core emitting a brilliant red light, carrying Tushan Honghong’s terrified, howling remnant soul, fled desperately, recklessly, into the depths of the void!

"Trying to flee?"

In Ye Xuan’s eyes, a demonic light suddenly appeared!

The Heavenly Scripture of Six Paths of Reincarnation, at this moment, burst into full, maddening operation with a pressure like a doomsday judgment!

"Devouring Heaven Demon Art—Activate!"

Ye Xuan suddenly spread his five fingers. Above his palm, a black hole, as black as thick ink, radiating a terrifying attraction that devoured everything, appeared out of nowhere!

"Aaaaah! Husband! Spare me! My soul is shattering!"

Tushan Honghong’s remnant soul let out a final, blood-curdling, wretched scream of despair.

Her voice carried fear, a plea for mercy, and an unchanging, nauseating, obsessive devotion.

She struggled desperately, trying to tear through the void, trying to flee, but was ultimately nothing more than an ant trying to shake a tree, a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

The black hole’s pull forcibly tore her remnant soul back from the void!

Crack!

Ye Xuan grasped that bright red, dazzling demon core in his hand. The Great Luo Supreme Sword Qi surged out from his palm, and with an utterly merciless, complete obliteration, crushed the demon core to dust!

!

The final scream cut off abruptly in the void.

The vast demonic power and pure soul force, transformed by the Devouring Heaven Demon Art, surged like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, like a great river bursting its banks, pouring into Ye Xuan’s body, becoming the purest, most nourishing foundation for his cultivation!

The chaotic power that could not be refined for the moment was also forcibly sealed by his mighty divine soul deep within the cycle-space…

Ye Xuan’s aura, at this moment, rose visibly step by step!

Early Void Refining Realm.

Mid Void Refining Realm!

The wind gradually subsided.

The scattered blood rain and residual demonic power slowly sank into stillness as the gale dissipated.

Upon the sea of clouds, only a strong, suffocating smell of blood remained, along with those ownerless pink flower petals falling silently.

That nation-toppling, city-toppling beauty, who had struggled across three hundred years only to beg for forgiveness, left not even a trace of her existence between heaven and earth, not a single remnant.

On the flying boat.

Wu Lingfeng and Ying’er stood like two stone carvings drenched from above by icy water, motionless for a long, long time, wordless.

From Tushan Honghong’s descent upon the sea of clouds to her being heartlessly slain and devoured by Ye Xuan to the point of complete annihilation, everything had happened in mere half a stick’s worth of time.

The cold-bloodedness in Ye Xuan’s bones, the ruthlessness of his methods, that absolutely rational, chilling utilitarianism toward women’s emotions—all of this caused Wu Lingfeng to feel a shudder crawling up from the depths of her soul, as if falling into a bottomless glacial pit.

Sigh…

Ye Xuan slowly raised his head.

He exhaled a mouthful of turbid breath, carrying a hint of the smell of blood. That turbid breath dissipated in the wind, as if he were expelling with it the last traces of lingering emotion.

He turned his gaze toward the traces of blood rain fading silently in the sky, and slowly, slowly opened his arms wide.

The next moment.

Ye Xuan held his head high and let out a mad, crazed laugh that chilled the bones and frightened the souls of all who heard it!

"Hahahahahaha!"

His laughter was loud and piercing, carrying an ultimate sense of catharsis and extreme exhilaration, tinged with a bone-chilling, ferocious delight born from standing atop a mountain of bones.

“Hell yeah! Fucking awesome!”

Ye Xuan suddenly withdrew his arms and spun around.

His eyes, because he had devoured the demonic power of Tushan Honghong, now shimmered with a deep, eerie scarlet.

He stared intently at the void, at the faces deep within that—though invisible and intangible—were etched into his memory:

Those saintesses.

Those empresses.

Those who, when he was at his most destitute and humiliated, had trampled him underfoot, spat on him, and walked away without a second glance.

“Just you wait…”

His voice suddenly dropped, sinking into a low tone thick with boundless murderous intent—a tone far more chilling than any roar.

“Once I, Ye Xuan, have enough strength…”

“Those who lord over others! Those who think they’re so high and mighty! Those who once owed me! Those who betrayed me!”

He paused.

At that moment, his eyes flashed with an unblinking light—a mix of madness and lethal intent.

“All of them… will die!”