"Dead?" Sun Xiaoshan let out a cold smile, his immense power erupting instantly. Su Yan was pinned to the ground before he could even react.
"Even if all of you perish, your father will not!"
*Bang...*
Under Sun Xiaoshan's might, Su Yan's internal organs were instantly crushed. Blood poured from his orifices like a gushing spring. From shock to death, he left not a single word behind.
"You... you... attack, all of you, attack! Kill this human and avenge our Sect Master Su!"
Seeing Su Yan dead, Xiao Yuan's scalp tingled. He trembled as he commanded his million-strong army to surround and attack Sun Xiaoshan, while he himself immediately retreated.
As the foremost of them, he had felt Sun Xiaoshan's power the moment his aura erupted, and that was merely the residual pressure after it had been directed at Su Yan!
"Kill!"
These cultivators were elite disciples from various sects in the Northern Domain, a large portion of them being inner disciples, and many were even core disciples.
What distinguished them most from human cultivators was their fierce bloodlust, and some possessed an abnormal brutality. This stemmed from the absolute authority of the Kui Mei race throughout the Northern Domain, a natural arrogance inherent to their species.
Because of this, they held a sense of superiority over their own race, a superiority that could be challenged by fellow tribesmen.
Yet now, before all of them, Sun Xiaoshan had annihilated Su Yan, the de facto ruler of the Northern Domain! This was akin to grinding the face of their entire Northern Domain Kui Mei race into the concrete floor.
"A bunch of hot-headed, useless fools!" Sun Xiaoshan snorted, his aura rising again, instantly engulfing several miles around them!
His divine sense was like the wind, his true essence like a sword, piercing their skulls in an instant, killing them without a sound.
*Bang...*
The first body fell, followed by the second, then the third...
At a certain moment, it was as if a chain reaction had begun. Cultivators, whether on the ground or in the air, fell like autumn leaves in the wind, in swathes. Though no wounds or blood were visible, not a single one stood up again.
Sun Xiaoshan had noticed the flying boat behind them earlier and surmised that any cultivator possessing such a treasure in this world must be of significant status.
Thus, Sun Xiaoshan paid little attention to the ordinary cultivators, focusing his lock on the flying boat.
The cultivators were still charging, their numbers too vast to stop immediately. Furthermore, Sun Xiaoshan was deliberately heading towards the most densely packed area.
"What kind of technique is this? How can one kill so silently?" Han Shi, inside the flying boat, lost his confidence. Watching the cultivators die one after another, even he, the Heavenly Monster Saint Son, was bewildered.
The Seven Heavenly Monster Saint Sons possessed strength at the early stage of the Mahayana realm. While he could easily dispatch these lower-level cultivators, it wasn't like this, sweeping them away in large groups as easily as reaping wheat.
"When did the human race produce cultivators of such power?" He Lin collapsed beside Han Shi, staring in disbelief at the approaching figure.
The human race's most powerful sect was only the sect of Ju Yang. It was rumored that their sect master had recently broken through to the True Human realm, allowing the sect to be upgraded to an eighth-rank sect, which had been registered and sent to the Holy Land.
But the person before them clearly possessed strength beyond the True Human realm.
"What do you mean?"
Han Shi looked down at He Lin, a sense of unease suddenly gripping his heart.
"Holy Son, the Heavenly Sky Kingdom suddenly launched a campaign against its neighboring countries some time ago. Not long after, the Sect Master of the Pure Moon Sect announced his breakthrough to the True Human realm and soon reported it to the Holy Land."
"Afterward, the Heavenly Sky Kingdom continued to conquer surrounding kingdoms. Seeing the situation unfold, Su Yan forcibly ordered Elder Du of our Northern Kui Sect to lead hundreds of thousands of inner and outer disciples to suppress the Pure Moon Sect. However... more than three months ago, those disciples seemed to have vanished, and Elder Du's life tablet within the sect shattered."
He Lin recounted the recent events, though her understanding of them was limited. Just then, Han Li's voice echoed from outside the flying boat's cabin.
"Holy Son, the opponent's strength is unknown. For safety's sake, it's best to withdraw quickly."
His voice carried no discernible emotion. Even though Han Shi was no longer calm, his cousin remained remarkably composed.
"Han Li, turn around immediately and leave the Northern Domain at your fastest speed. Meng Lu, assist Han Li. Do not hold back; the faster, the better!"
"Yes!"
Two voices, one male and one female, responded.
However, as Han Shi looked at the unscathed pile of corpses forming a mountain in the distance, his unease intensified.
The flying boat's maximum speed was comparable to a Mahayana stage early-stage cultivator flying at full speed. Yet, he himself was a Mahayana stage cultivator and could clearly sense that the human cultivator's strength was far superior to his own.
The flying speed of such a cultivator was not just one or two points faster than his flying boat.
Still, the human had expended considerable true essence killing so many cultivators. If his flying boat pushed to its limits, there might still be a chance.
To think that a dignified Holy Son of a Holy Land would have no will to resist, merely thinking of retreat upon seeing Sun Xiaoshan's ferocity. It made one wonder how these cultivators had cultivated to such a realm; they were even inferior to ordinary inner and outer disciples.
"Holy Son, this is bad! Our flying boat has been locked onto by the opponent's divine sense," Meng Lu's anxious voice sounded from outside the cabin.
"What? Locked on? Our goal now is to escape. Are we not even able to escape?" Han Shi roared, stepping out of the cabin with He Lin. He discovered that the entire flying boat was struggling to turn under the combined control of Han Li and Meng Lu.
This...
What was happening?
Han Shi stared blankly at the flying boat's turtle-like speed.
"The opponent's divine sense is too terrifying! Our flying boat is almost completely locked down by their divine sense," Meng Lu said anxiously, not even sparing a glance at the blushing He Lin standing beside Han Shi.
"He Lin, if Elder Xiao wants to survive, help quickly!" Hearing Meng Lu's words, Han Shi's heart tightened. He then instructed He Lin and Xiao Yuan, who had returned to the flying boat, to inject their true essence into the formation's core.
After hesitating for a moment, he took out a fist-sized spirit stone from the storage bag at his waist.
"Intermediate spirit stone!"
As the spirit stone appeared, the four people on the flying boat were greatly astonished. In this world where spiritual resources were scarce, spirit stones were considered top-tier.
"Stop dawdling. Hurry up and contribute! Once we escape, I'll give each of you one," Han Shi cursed, then embedded the spirit stone into the formation. Coupled with their true essence, the flying boat's suppressed power surged again, and its speed increased considerably.