ng had a cold and jade-like face, opening her mouth to speak, each word sounding incredibly melodious.Although she was regarded as a goddess by many of her family members and countless young talents i...Good night.

The eerie Liufeng Mountain, Black Mangzhai, witnessed streaks of lightning and thunder crashing down from the sky. The deafening booms reverberated through the night, while the branches and leaves in the forest rustled ominously in the rain.

On this stormy night, a figure clad in black robes walked through the forest. Each step they took landed on rain-soaked leaves, producing a rustling sound.

In the distance, this figure gazed at the large village on the mountain. A pair of gleaming black eyes with beautiful gold rings swirling within them appeared quite mysterious.

This man is Wang Xuan. He came after half a day of preparation.

In the martial arts world where strength reigns supreme, never rely on others. The Wanjian Sect, despite being a renowned school, will only expend effort if there's benefit to be gained. They won't hesitate to eradicate bandits for profit.

The Nangong family wouldn't either, because of a teenage alchemist, they would make such a fuss.

"What a perfect night for bloodshed!"

The icy raindrops slid down Wang Xuan's face and into his collar, soaking through his black robe. He felt a sudden clarity as he muttered to himself.

Choose the sect to join, Wanjianzong is also removed.

Nan Gong Yan Ji, under the pretext of seclusion, avoided him. After that, the Nan Gong family had no more dealings with him.

Whoever dares to touch my Moon shall die!

The slaughter begins!

Wang Xuan walked step by step up the mountain. Liufeng Mountain was located at the edge of the Wan Yao Mountains, easy to defend and difficult to attack. The Xuanwu Dynasty would not suppress bandits, and Hekang Village belonged to a lawless zone.

On this mountain, wicked and depraved cultivators lay in wait.

Soon, Wang Xuan walked out of the forest and reached the top of the mountain, where he saw a village ahead.

"Who is it Halt and state your name!"

Two bandits also saw the black-robed figure walking in the rain and immediately called out to ask who it was.

However, the shadowy figure only walked closer step by step, without responding. The two bandits looked at each other with caution, and one was just about to send a signal.

But under their gaze, the black-robed figure ahead suddenly vanished.

Er Fei was stunned, thinking he had seen things. At the same time that the bandit leader was about to signal, a black-robed figure flashed before him, appearing as if teleporting.

"What kind of martial arts is this!"

Er Fei was startled. He saw a figure in black robes slowly raise their head, revealing a youthful and handsome face. Their eyes held a peculiar and exquisite soul ring.

"Wang Xuan." A harmless smile.

Puchi, the signal-transmitting Cultivator's chest throbbed with agony. A hand plunged into his body, seizing his heart.

"Ah!" Fei Xiu's face was full of terror as he screamed, feeling all his life force mysteriously draining away, flowing into the hand that was clutching his heart. His entire Xuan Yuan Realm Second Layer martial arts cultivation seemed to be being taken away like rations.

"Oh no, enemy attack!"

Another similarly plump bandit cultivator at the second level of the Xuan Yuan Realm, terrified and in a panic, drew his sword and swung it with all his might towards the youth in black.

He was completely incredulous.

Zhao San actually withered away instantly He became a husk of himself. What kind of martial art is this

This young man's martial arts are unfathomable. Is he someone important to the main leader of the village

Three questions flashed through Pang Fei's mind, but one hand had already grasped his neck, snapping it with a sickening crack.

He is merely a lowly cultivator at the second level of the Xuan Yuan Realm, insignificant compared to Wang Xuan now!

Wang Xuan's right hand trembled, shattering the human talisman in his hand into powder. A black vortex appeared in the center of his left palm, and the fat bandit Xiu's entire body's martial arts essence was rapidly absorbed out, devoured and refined by his innate skill, becoming a part of his martial way.

With Wang Xuan's current cultivation at the peak of the Profound Element Realm, devouring two Profound Element Realm Second Layer bandits was only a matter of moments.

The only difference, the fat bandit has more blood, more pain persisting for half a breath.

They are all heinous criminals. Their deaths are for the best for ordinary people.

Smash the dry.

"

Shatter!

"

Wang Xuan unleashed a furious punch, slamming it against the massive wooden gate. His fist was packed with power, sending splinters flying everywhere as the entire gate shattered into pieces.

"Emptiness, I've arrived!"

Wang Xuan stepped into the village, his voice booming across the ten-mu expanse. He had sent Nanguang Lao to deliver an item, so he wasn't worried about the secret of the Great Creation Heavenly Scripture being leaked.

What catches the eye is a small martial arts arena made of bluestone. On either side are watchtowers, and even further ahead stand rows upon rows of fortress buildings, all constructed with grandeur.

And in the small martial arts arena, there was a team of purple-clad men practicing stick techniques. The neat formation consisted of sixty-four people, all of whom were at the peak of the seventh level of the Xuan Yuan realm.

They were obviously practicing some kind of staff formation.

A silver-robed giant stood at the front, wielding a heavy black iron staff. He slowly turned around, gazing at the destroyed gate of the village and the slender young man in black who had entered.

"Dare to ruin our Hek Mang Village's gate, you're asking for death."

The silver-robed giant let out a cold snort. The aura of a Grandmaster in the Profound Element Realm burst forth, his whole body enveloped in thick silver elemental light. He strode forward with domineering might, and the other purple-robed giants let out cruel laughter, their expressions laced with mockery and amusement.

"He's Wang Xuan, you can see that. You all watch closely now, and see how I use my staff techniques to subdue him."

The man in silver armor strode towards the young man with a powerful aura, instructing his subordinates to use practical combat as their teaching method.

Wang Xuan narrowed his eyes: "Die!"

Without even using his Qi, he simply clenched his fist and with a single blow from his bare hand, his right fist smashed down, raising a furious whirlwind of air.

What!

A powerful fist wind struck, and the silver-robed man's eyes narrowed. As someone who focused on physical training, he exemplified the saying: "One move from a master reveals their skill."

He gulped and spat, brandishing a staff in both hands, blocking the youth's punch.

‘Bang’

The fist struck the iron rod, shattering it and crushing it into the big man's chest.

Wang Xuan retracted his fist and walked past the big man: "In your next life, if you have no strength, don't be arrogant."

"You... Kongluo, the chieftain, won't let you go...!" The big man's face contorted in pain. In the next breath, his entire body exploded into a bloody mist.

The purple-clad men watching the practical lessons, petrified like chickens...

"The Hall Master Zhen Yihǔ!"

He actually killed the Tiger Hall Master, forming an array!!

"This young man shouldn't be underestimated. The former Tiger Hall Master was once renowned in the Jiangbei region for his powerful physical combat abilities, with few rivals. He was actually blown to pieces with a single punch."

The men in purple robes swiftly moved around, wielding their staffs and forming a tight formation. At the same time, countless bandits poured out from the surrounding watchtowers, filling the area to a staggering degree.

"A bead as small as this dares to compete with the sun and moon for brilliance, die!" Wang Xuan pointed.

Ten Shadow Swords from his martial soul floated above his head, transforming into streaks of cold light, piercing through the ranks of bandits. Wherever they passed, purple-clad warriors were slain, leaving behind bursts of blood.

"My god, is this a killing god!"

"He's really at the Xuan Yuan Realm!"

"No!

"

Three breathing techniques were used, and sixty-four purple-clad bandits were defeated, all lying on the ground with broken limbs and severed arms.

"You call this an array formation" Wang Xuan scoffed. Swordsmanship is truly the pinnacle of killing."

After dealing with those cultivators who focused on physical refinement, Wang Xuan looked out. On the opposite side of the martial field, countless bandits were swarming towards them from the trail leading to the village. There were so many of them that they formed a dark mass.

Although they were mostly below the Secret Hiding Realm, he didn't expect that there would be over a thousand bandits here. There were also about ten of those with the aura of the Secret Hiding Realm...

Wang Xuan clenched his fist suddenly.

A throng of ruthless Cultivators poured into the martial arena, their eyes gleaming with malice and cruel smiles as they surrounded the young man.

A domineering and arrogant voice came: "I didn't expect you would actually come for a common woman without martial arts. Very good, I have to say you are loyal and righteous, foolish and ridiculous. What a touching feeling of life and death! This village master will give you a quick and painless..." She appeared incredibly holy, like a celestial being.From now on, Yue’er will be the Saintess of this sacred land. You must devote yourself to martial arts cultivation and must no longer be attached...