Chapter 31: Annihilation

Chen Xiaoyan spoke with sincere truth.

But would the Demon Extermination Army believe her?

Of course not.

Instead, they believed that even if those Xianzi sacrificed themselves, it would be so that ordinary people like them could live on.

Ordinary people called the disciples of the Tianxiang Sect “Xianzi,” not because of their great strength—in fact, Tianxiang was the weakest sect in terms of combat power among the sects.

But why was it that no other sect was given the title “Xian” by mortals?

Only Tianxiang.

That was because Tianxiang disciples embodied the spirit of self-sacrifice and helping others, serving the people.

“Xianzi, please say no more. We brothers understand your intentions, but asking us to abandon two Xianzi to live in fear ourselves—that we simply cannot do,” the Squad Leader said solemnly.

Chen Xiaoyan was speechless.

“Are you guys stupid? I told you, nothing will happen to us.”

The Squad Leader ignored her and fixed his gaze fiercely on Xue Daozi, then waved his hand.

“Demon Extermination Formation, trap.”

“Ho!”

A dozen soldiers suddenly shifted formation, surrounding Xue Daozi in layers.

The Squad Leader’s eyes hardened.

He timed it—the reinforcements were almost here.

So it had come to this…

“Brothers, it’s time we repay the favor. Kill!”

“Kill!”

The soldiers gripped their long spears tightly, thrusting with all their strength at Xue Daozi.

But at that moment, a sudden change occurred; the ground began to tremble slightly.

“Charge!”

Two hundred silver-armored cavalry burst forth from the village, rushing toward the fragrant wood forest.

Behind them, seven hundred infantry followed closely.

Not only that, the able-bodied villagers of Muxiang Village also grabbed their weapons and surged forward in a grand wave.

The Squad Leader and the dozen soldiers were overjoyed at the sight.

Reinforcements had arrived.

“Enough!!!” Xue Daozi roared angrily, his face darkening to the extreme.

He waved his sleeve, sending all the incoming spears flying.

“I don’t want to kill mortals, but that doesn’t mean I won’t. If you’re this eager to die, I’ll grant your wish.”

With that, the blood light beneath him boiled fiercely, as if reaching for the sky, but he controlled it back.

“Evil Dao, talk big, let me teach you a lesson.”

A silver spear descended from the sky, faintly glowing gold, aiming straight for the crown of Xue Daozi’s head.

Xue Daozi pinched Chen Xiaoyan and Chongchong’s necks, shifting positions in an instant, retreating more than ten steps.

“Bang.”

The silver spear pierced the ground, its tail still trembling.

A handsome young man clad in silver armor galloped up on horseback.

At a certain distance, he kicked the horse’s back, leapt off gracefully, landed at the spear’s position, and pulled it out.

Every move flowed smoothly and elegantly.

【Xiao Yu, Level 41】

Seeing the opponent’s level made Chen Xiaoyan anything but happy.

Because this meant that this Xiao Yu was weaker than Xue Daozi.

“General Xiao,” the Squad Leader ran over and cupped his fists.

Xiao Yu glanced at him and nodded.

“Well done. Return to your formation and prepare the formation.”

He could tell that this Evil Dao was far stronger than himself.

A one-on-one fight wouldn’t last a few moves.

He could only place his hope on the Demon Extermination Formation.

“Understood.”

Xiao Yu stepped back a few paces, mounted his horse, and pointed his silver spear skyward.

“Demon Extermination Army, form up.”

“Yes!”

The seven hundred soldiers quickly arranged themselves.

The two hundred cavalry tensed, ready to charge.

The Demon Extermination Formation was invented by Grandmaster martial artists of the Great Song Dynasty, based on the Big Dipper constellation.

It had nine variations.

Divided into seven positions, each with one hundred people, it could advance or retreat, continually trapping the enemy within the formation.

“Great Song Demon Extermination Formation? Interesting. Let me see what this so-called mortal formation is really worth.”

Xue Daozi grinned wickedly, striking the paralysis acupoints of Chen Xiaoyan and Chongchong, sealing their internal spiritual power to prevent escape.

Then, he casually tossed them aside.

“I’ll only use twenty percent of my power to toy with you. Come, foolish mortals.”

No sooner had he spoken than Xue Daozi teleported, instantly crossing tens of meters, slapping out a blood palm ten meters wide toward Xiao Yu.

But Xiao Yu easily dispersed it.

Twenty percent? No, not even that.

He feared using too much power would alert those women on Tianxin Mountain.

Of course, the infamous Blood Hand Xue Daozi wasn’t afraid of them.

It was the uniqueness of the Tianxiang Sect.

He could attack anyone, but absolutely must not harm Tianxiang.

Otherwise, the entire righteous alliance of the Immortal Realm sects would rise up against him.

Especially Jian Chenzi from Mount Shu—the top infatuated (clingy) swordsman of Tianxiang—whose divine sword moves were terrifying beyond measure.

If Jian Chenzi found out someone harmed Tianxiang, Xue Daozi would once again be forced to wander the world, fleeing their wrath.

So…

The killing intent in Xue Daozi’s eyes grew heavier.

These mortals must die. No survivors.

If twenty percent wasn’t enough, then forty percent.

Forty percent power was no simple addition.

The blood palm expanded over fifty meters wide, its overwhelming pressure making it difficult for the Demon Extermination Army to move.

“Demon Extermination Formation, defend!”

The soldiers adjusted their positions, bracing for defense.

As the formation’s focal point, all the energy of the formation converged on Xiao Yu.

His silver spear immediately shone with golden light, transforming into a golden dragon charging toward the blood palm.

“Break!”

“Boom!!!” The two forces collided, causing a fierce explosion in midair.

All the soldiers’ faces paled; their strength was drained, and they suffered as well.

“Huh?”

Xue Daozi was surprised.

This young mortal martial artist could actually match twenty percent of his power and still remain unharmed.

This Demon Extermination Formation really had some merit.

If twenty percent wasn’t enough, how about fifty percent?

But at fifty percent, there would definitely be strange phenomena.

The women on Tianxin Mountain would sense his aura for sure.

“Enough, I’ll use my full power.”

Xue Daozi hardened his heart.

Blood light soared into the sky, staining it red.

A blood palm hundreds of meters wide descended from the heavens onto the Demon Extermination Army.

An indescribably strong pressure pressed down on everyone’s crown points.

The two hundred cavalry and Xiao Yu’s horse wailed mournfully and slowly sank to their knees.

The fragrant trees creaked under the strain, on the verge of breaking.

The grass beneath was buried deeply in the soil, no longer daring to sprout.

Nearby villagers also suffered, their faces pressed to the ground, unable to rise, bones groaning under the unbearable weight.

Chen Xiaoyan and Chongchong lay on the ground, grimacing; the enormous pressure even parted their bangs into middle parts.

Xiao Yu gritted his teeth, leaning on his silver spear as he slowly stood, staring at the blood palm blotting out the sky.

He smiled bitterly—there was no way.

Mortals were mortals, after all; how could they compare to cultivators?

The blood palm crashed down.

“Boom~” The sound echoed, earth shattered and mountains trembled.

A giant pit hundreds of meters wide and three meters deep appeared in the fragrant wood forest.

All seven hundred Demon Extermination soldiers and two hundred cavalry were crushed into meat patties buried in the earth, their blood turning the pit into a crimson abyss.

“Still not dead?”

Xue Daozi stared incredulously at the only figure left standing in the pit—Xiao Yu, still in human form.

Xiao Yu was barely clinging to life, bloodshot eyes filled with hatred staring up at him.