After continuous battles in the Fallen God Desert and the outskirts of the Blue Cloud Mountains, his chaos power had become purer than before, and his understanding of the laws of chaos had also deepened.
The middle-aged man’s pupils suddenly narrowed as he stared at the purple light.
He felt the power contained in that beam of light.
That wasn’t the strength that an eighth level true immortal cultivator should have.
It was a terrifying power that could threaten his life.
“interesting!”
The middle-aged man made a quick decision, shouted, and turned to run.
He was not a reckless person; he was an elder of the Temple of Light, who had lived for tens of thousands of years, experienced countless battles, and deeply understood the importance of assessing the situation.
This boy in front of me is too strange. He could be forced to this point by the eighth level of the True Immortal Realm. If he managed to break through to the Golden Immortal Realm, what would happen?
If you don’t run now, you may not be able to escape later.
When the Temple of Light monks saw the elder flee, they all turned and ran as well, each of them running faster than rabbits, their golden holy light leaving a long trail of flames down the hall.
Su Yuqi leaned against the ice gate, observing the figures of the Bright Hall cultivators retreating in chaos, a complex expression flashing across her dark red eyes.
An elder of the Bright Hall, a fourth-rank True God, was defeated and forced to flee by a youth of the eighth-rank True God.
Who would believe something like that if I told them?
But David had no intention of letting them get away with it.
His figure flashed and disappeared from that place, a streak of purple light streaked through the passage, so fast that not even his shadow could be seen.
A moment later, he appeared behind the slowest cultivator from the Temple of Light, and with a gentle swing of the Dragon Slayer Sword, a purple sword aura slashed at that cultivator’s neck.
The cultivator’s head fell off, and his headless body continued to run several steps forward before collapsing to the ground with a thud.
Golden blood spurted from his neck cavity, turning the frozen blue ice surface dark gold.
Without hesitation, David shot out again and appeared before the other cultivators from the Hall of Light.
The cultivator stared in horror at David, who had suddenly appeared before him. His mouth opened as if begging for mercy, but before he could say a word, David’s sword pierced his chest.
Chaotic purple flames burst into his body from the wound, devouring his holy light, essence, blood, meridians, and bones one by one.
His body stiffened for a moment, then he slowly fell, his eyes still open, frozen with fear and annoyance.
David’s figure moved through the passage, each flash of light accompanied by the fall of a cultivator of the Bright Temple.
His sword was not fast, in fact it was very slow. Every attack was clear and decisive, without any fancy movements or unnecessary actions.
But it was precisely this extremely simple sword technique that made the cultivators of the Bright Hall have no chance to react before they were killed with a single strike.
This isn’t a battle, this is a massacre.
David harvested the lives of the Bright Hall cultivators one by one, like harvesting wheat.
In the blink of an eye, over a dozen cultivators from the Hall of Light fell into a pool of blood, their golden blood flowing over the ice and forming dark golden streams.
Only the middle-aged man at the fourth level of the Golden Immortal Realm remained.
He stood at the entrance of the passage, looking at the corpses scattered on the ground, watching David slowly walk towards him, his face pale, his hand holding the scepter shaking.
“You can’t kill me”
His voice trembled, all traces of his previous authority and arrogance gone. “I am an elder of the Temple of Light. If you kill me, the Temple of Light will not let you get away with it.”
David stopped in front of him, only three steps away.
Those purple eyes looked at him without emotion, like an executioner looking at a prisoner about to be executed.
“Temple of Light?”
David finally spoke, his voice soft but very clear in the silent corridor, “Do you think I care?”
The middle-aged man’s body trembled violently.
“You……”
He wanted to say something, but David didn’t give him the chance.
The Dragon Slayer Sword was raised, its tip aimed at the middle-aged man’s heart.
Chaotic purple power condensed on the tip of the sword, forming a thin purple thread of light as fine as hair.
“Wait a moment!”
The middle-aged man suddenly shouted, “You can’t kill me! I know a secret! The secret about the Heart of the Cold Abyss! The secret about the Ice God bloodline! Spare me, and I’ll tell you!”
David was silent for a moment.
He turned his head and glanced at Jiang Xuelan behind him.
Jiang Xuelan stood beside the ice gate, her long white dress covered in ice chips and dust. His face was pale, but his eyes shone with fierce determination.
When he heard the words “secret of the Ice God bloodline,” his body trembled slightly.
FAQ Novel
Q: What makes David’s attack particularly effective in this chapter?
A: David’s Dragon Slayer Sword, imbued with chaotic purple flames, proves capable of tearing through advanced defenses like the Holy Light Armor.
Q: What is the significance of the middle-aged man’s reaction to David’s strength?
A: The middle-aged man is utterly shocked that a cultivator of the eighth level True Immortal Realm could possess such power, especially after his formidable Holy Light Armor was severely damaged.
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