Chapter 1576
Su Fan is truly enraged.
Chapter 1576 Su Fan is truly enraged.
Su Fan withdrew his divine sense, a cold sneer curling at the corner of his lips.
These nobodies dare to covet my family.
The thought had barely formed when Su Fan's eyes suddenly narrowed, and in an instant, a blinding bolt of lightning pierced through the roof and shot straight into the sky.
"laugh……"
A sharp whistling sound pierced the air as the "Thunderbolt Sword," carrying a sky full of lightning, roared out from his body. The purple-gold lightning arcs wrapped around the sword crackled and exploded, scorching and distorting the air wherever it passed.
This Thunderclap Sword has been nurtured by the "Evil-Suppressing Thunder Seal" for many years, and its lightning power has been tempered to the extreme, far surpassing its former glory.
Even a cultivator at the Integration Realm would likely be torn to shreds by this thunderous sword intent if confronted head-on.
Perhaps due to the extreme suffocation caused by being trapped inside for so long, the Thunderclap Sword, once unleashed, roared like a thunderbolt from a chariot, swirling and dancing wildly on the second floor of the tavern.
The deep purple lightning illuminated the entire floor as if it were daytime, and the wooden beams and pillars trembled under the influence of the sword wind, as if they were about to collapse and crumble at any moment.
After circling several times, the sword's momentum slightly subsided before hovering above Su Fan's head. The blade trembled slightly, emitting a cheerful hum, as if it were seeking praise or urging him on.
“Go…” Su Fan’s voice was as cold as ice.
"Slaughter every last one of the surrounding animals, leaving none alive..."
As soon as the command was given, a sharp whistling sound pierced the sky, and the Thunderclap Sword transformed into a streak of purple-gold light, disappearing into the horizon in an instant.
Only the lingering effects of the thunderstorm remained in the air, causing the temperature inside the tavern to drop a few degrees.
Watching the sword shadow disappear into the distance, Su Fan raised his eyes and glanced at Qin Yu opposite him, his tone leaving no room for doubt.
"Guard this place for me, I'll be right back..."
Before he finished speaking, his figure vanished like wisps of smoke in front of the table, leaving only a wisp of dark demonic energy in his wake.
Hundreds of miles away, a market town was deathly silent.
Inside the shops on both sides of the street sat groups of fierce-looking cultivators, their malevolent aura almost solidified, completely enveloping the market.
Because of their occupation, this market has been deserted for more than a month.
The rogue cultivators who used to come and go were now driven back by this oppressive and suffocating killing intent. No one dared to take a single step, for fear of dying for no reason and becoming innocent bystanders.
These monks occupied the shops along the street, and the shopkeepers and employees dared not speak out against them. They made no money all month, but dared not utter a single complaint.
The various forces occupying the market are all led by Nascent Soul cultivators.
In this desolate and impoverished place, Nascent Soul cultivators are already overlords who can turn the world upside down with a flick of their wrist.
Not to mention that each of these forces has several powerful figures at the Integration Realm behind them.
Even more fatally, they were all more or less involved with the vassal families of the "Demon Sun Divine Palace".
Now that a Crimson Fire Black Copper vein has been discovered beneath the Su family's territory, how could they not be drooling with envy and covet such immense wealth?
Suddenly, the Nascent Soul cultivators who were stationed in the market all stood up abruptly, their faces ashen.
Almost simultaneously, they sensed a terrifying killing intent powerful enough to freeze their very souls.
"not good……"
No sooner had a cry of surprise fallen than one of the Nascent Soul cultivators hastily pulled out a palm-sized bronze shield from his storage ring and threw it forcefully into the air.
The small shield swelled in the wind, instantly transforming into a thick shield several meters in size, its light swirling, barely blocking the way.
The other Nascent Soul cultivators also reacted, hurriedly summoning their protective magic treasures and high-level defensive talismans. Various colors of spiritual light intertwined to form a protective net, attempting to resist the unknown dangers.
But all of this was in vain in the face of absolute thunderous power.
Before they could even catch their breath, a streak of purple-gold lightning hurtled towards them like a ghost, moving at incredible speed, leaving only a fleeting afterimage in their eyes.
"Pfft..."
A series of shattering sounds rang out as the magical treasures and talismans unleashed by the Nascent Soul cultivators turned out to be as fragile as paper, instantly torn apart and blasted into dust by the lightning.
In the blink of an eye, all the Nascent Soul cultivators in the market had perished.
Their physical bodies, along with their nascent souls that hadn't yet emerged from their bodies, were crushed into ashes by the raging thunderous sword intent, leaving not even a trace of their divine souls behind.
The lower-level cultivators around didn't even see what happened; they only saw a flash of lightning before their eyes, and the usually high and mighty Nascent Soul cultivators had vanished without a trace.
After a deathly silence, everyone froze in place, their pupils shrinking, their faces filled with horror, as if their souls had been ripped out.
"Run!"
Finally, a trembling voice broke the silence. A cultivator snapped out of his daze and turned to run wildly out of the market.
But his speed was no different from that of an ant in front of the Thunderclap Sword.
Deep purple lightning streaked back and forth through the market, reaping lives like the Grim Reaper's scythe. Sharp whistles, screams, and the sound of bones shattering intertwined to create a death symphony.
The scene was littered with severed limbs, mangled flesh, and piles of blood and gore, and the thick stench of blood instantly filled the entire market.
"Whoosh..."
A moment later, the Thunderclap Sword had slaughtered all the cultivators from several factions within the market, and then transformed into a streak of light, rushing out of the market.
It moved so fast that it left no trace on the ground of the market.
The shopkeepers and shop assistants in the market were still in shock, and they didn't even see what the deadly lightning looked like. They only felt a terrifying pressure flash by.
The speed of the Thunderclap Sword had long exceeded the limits of their comprehension.
In less than an hour, the Thunderclap Sword, like an unstoppable bolt of lightning, swept wildly around the Su family's territory.
All the markets and resource points occupied by various forces were swept away by the lightning, and none of the cultivators who were entrenched there survived; they were all reduced to ashes.
For Su Fan, using the Thunderclap Sword to kill these guys was truly a case of dimensional reduction.
However, these people were scattered throughout the Su family's territory, and cleaning them up one by one would be too tedious. He was too lazy to bother with it, so he simply handed it over to Benlei Sword to handle.
The Su family's old residence is located at the foot of the mountain. The well-arranged buildings are built against the mountain and hidden among the lush trees. However, at this moment, it is shrouded in an invisible atmosphere of oppression.
Around the old house, cultivators from several factions were locked in a tense standoff, ready to fight but hesitant to make a move.
This Crimson Fire Black Copper Mine is so rich that it is impossible for any one company to monopolize it.
The bigwigs of various factions are engaging in behind-the-scenes negotiations and maneuvering, vying for nothing more than the distribution of profits.
If a fight were to break out here, the Demon Sun Divine Palace would be the first to object, since this is sect territory.
Regardless of the final outcome of the game, it will have nothing to do with the Su family.
They simply had to obediently sign the agreement and watch helplessly as outsiders mined veins on their own territory, taking away the opportunities that should have been theirs.
The world of cultivation is inherently a dog-eat-dog world.
Weakness is the original sin.
At this moment, Su Fan slowly emerged from a mountain forest, his gaze sweeping over the shadowy Su family mansion in the distance before settling on the several groups of cultivators confronting each other around him.
His eyes narrowed, and his vast divine sense swept out like a tidal wave, instantly covering an area of thousands of miles, leaving no room for any disturbance.
Although the cultivators from various factions were on the verge of war near the old house, the Void Refinement Realm cultivator leading the group was sitting in a shady pavilion, leisurely sipping spiritual tea and chatting.
"Fellow Daoist Shuhuai, I've heard that the negotiations between the various parties are nearing their end..."
"That's true. I estimate it will be settled in the next few days. This mine is very profitable, and we'll all get a share..."
"Who would have thought that such a treasure would be hidden in this remote and impoverished place..." "Fellow Daoist, don't underestimate this place. I've heard that the three matriarchs of the Su family are renowned for their beauty and unparalleled charm..."
"Hahaha... Once the mine matter is settled, why don't we go to the Su family's house for a visit and see the charm of these beauties..."
"Such a wonderful thing! This trip has been worthwhile. I was just worried that I didn't have a few more concubines in my household..."
As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of lewd laughter erupted from inside the pavilion.
At this moment, a raging, violent fury had ignited in Su Fan's eyes.
The foul language of those cultivators at the Void Refinement Realm reached his ears without missing a single word, causing his blood to boil instantly, churning and roaring like boiling water.
You guys are fucking damn bad.
He could have easily crushed these clowns with a flick of his wrist.
But he never expected that these bastards would dare to make a move on his Daoist partner.
Who gave you the guts?
Who is Su Fan? He was once a ruthless and violent evil old demon who roamed the region.
His family is his Achilles' heel; to touch them is to die.
Upon realizing this, Su Fan's eyes suddenly turned icy cold, and thick, inky black demonic smoke rose from his body, instantly obscuring half the sky.
"Rumble..."
A dull, thunderous roar erupted, and the world suddenly changed color.
A vast and boundless, terrifying pressure, carrying a sharp edge, descended from the sky without warning, like a colossal mountain forged by an ancient demon god, and slammed into the souls of those cultivators at the Void Refinement Realm.
The once clear, cloudless sky quickly darkened under this oppressive force, as if being dragged into a dark abyss by an invisible hand. The wind howled, sand and stones flew, and even the sun and moon lost their luster.
The spiritual energy in the air instantly solidified, becoming viscous like paste, as if it had been subjected to an ancient binding spell. For the cultivators within it, every breath was incredibly difficult, and even the strength to raise their hands was drained.
The cultivators at the Refinement Realm inside the pavilion felt as if their hearts were being gripped tightly by a giant hand formed from darkness. A bone-chilling coldness spread from the depths of their souls, instantly engulfing their entire bodies.
They couldn't move, and even their breathing stopped for a moment. It felt like a hot iron had been stuffed into their throats, and they couldn't make a sound.
It was as if a terrifying demon, beyond the comprehension of the world, was tearing through layers of space and crossing realms, bringing with it a world-destroying power, intending to completely crush this world.
If even a cultivator at the Refinement Realm who could talk and laugh so easily was like this, then the lower-level cultivators facing off around them were even more pathetic.
Many people were crushed to the ground by the oppressive force, the sound of bones breaking echoing everywhere, spitting out blood, their eyes filled with desperate fear.
Su Fan was truly enraged.
He only unleashed a trace of his fury, yet it caused the heavens and earth to turn upside down and the winds and clouds to change color.
Su Fan raised his hand and made a grabbing motion in the air.
The several cultivators at the Refinement Realm inside the pavilion were instantly pulled into the air by an invisible force, and then crashed heavily to the ground in front of him like kites with broken strings.
With several muffled thuds, the ground was smashed, leaving several shallow craters.
Several cultivators at the Void Refinement Realm stared at Su Fan with horrified expressions, their eyes filled with extreme fear and despair.
They wanted to beg for mercy, but found they didn't even have the strength to open their mouths. They could only futilely twist their bodies and make strange hoarse noises.
Su Fan made several more grabs from the void, and cultivators from several forces around the Su family's old residence, regardless of their cultivation level, were all drawn to this place.
There were hundreds of people lying densely packed on the ground.
Glancing at the groaning cultivators on the ground, Su Fan raised his hand and patted the Yin Gathering Secret Realm at his waist.
"call out……"
A wisp of black smoke shot out, carrying within it a small, pitch-black coffin, only a few inches in size.
The small coffin grew taller in the wind, instantly transforming into a massive black coffin tens of feet tall.
The coffin was carved with hideous ghost face patterns, exuding a dense, chilling aura of death that caused the surrounding temperature to plummet to freezing point.
"Click..."
The black coffin lid shattered with a crash, and the ninth-tier blood zombie lying inside suddenly opened its eyes. Its eyes were as red as blood, like gems coated with deadly poison, flashing with a bloodthirsty light.
With a leap, it sprang out of the black coffin like a cannonball, landing on the ground and causing the earth to tremble slightly.
"Ouch..."
The ninth-tier blood zombie let out a deafening howl, its voice filled with primal violence and bloodlust.
Its zombie body suddenly swelled up, its bones cracking and popping, instantly transforming into a colossal creature nearly a thousand feet tall, like a blood-red mountain standing between heaven and earth.
Its body surface has no skin at all; its scarlet flesh is exposed, and its veins are clearly visible.
Thick drops of blood dripped down the massive body, hitting the ground with a sizzling sound and corroding the soil into small pits.
An endless stench of blood swept across the land like a tsunami, making people nauseous, and even the air was stained a faint blood red.
The ninth-tier blood zombie lowered its head, its scarlet eyes sweeping over the densely packed cultivators on the ground.
It caught a whiff of the strong scent of living beings and immediately became agitated. Its massive body trembled uncontrollably, and its eyes gleamed with greed for fresh blood.
It suddenly raised its giant hand, about to grab a cultivator and stuff him into its mouth to chew, but just as its fingertips were about to touch the cultivator, it suddenly pulled its hand back.
The ninth-tier blood zombie cautiously looked at Su Fan, its massive head slightly lowered, as if seeking permission.
In the past, it had secretly devoured the corpses of human cultivators. After Su Fan discovered this, he gave it a severe beating, almost shattering its zombie essence.
Since then, it has never dared to devour human cultivators again, even though it was already drooling with desire.
Su Fan nodded calmly.
With permission granted, the ninth-tier blood zombie became excited, its scarlet eyes flashing with bloodlust.
It suddenly raised its hand and grabbed a cultivator at the Refinement Realm like a chick. Before the cultivator could scream, it stuffed the man into its mouth and began to chew him.
"Crack... Crunch..."
The cracking sound of bones breaking and the sticky sound of flesh being crushed were extremely jarring.
The Void Refinement Realm cultivator's legs were instantly chewed up and swallowed, leaving only his upper body struggling in the palm of the ninth-tier Blood Zombie, emitting an extremely shrill wail, his eyes filled with endless pain and fear.
Watching helplessly as a Void Refinement Realm expert was devoured alive by a ninth-tier Blood Zombie, the cultivators on the ground were instantly horrified, their hair standing on end.
Many people were so frightened that they trembled all over, their faces ashen, and they all turned their heads away, unable to bear looking at the bloody and horrific scene.
But Su Fan wouldn't let them have their way.
He waved his hand gently, and an invisible force enveloped all the cultivators on the ground.
The next moment, these people seemed to have been injected with stimulants, and instantly became extremely excited. Even though they were in excruciating pain, they could not stop their bodies from trembling.
Those cultivators who had been knocked unconscious by the pressure were also forcibly brought back to their senses by this force, their eyes unfocused yet forced to look straight ahead.
They couldn't even close their eyes, let alone turn their heads.
They could only watch helplessly as the ninth-tier blood zombie raised its hand again and again, grabbing its companions one by one, stuffing them into its mouth, chewing them up, and swallowing them whole.
Hearing the grating chewing sounds and the agonizing screams of his companions, and feeling the shadow of death creeping closer, he was plunged into boundless despair.
(End of this chapter)