Destined Antagonist: I Refuse To Annul The Engagement!

Jiang Xuan is currently disguised as Jiang Qiankun, in order to avoid any mistakes, he did not use any spiritual power, only relying on physical strength, he struck down at a spiritual realm cultivator dressed in Zhao family attire.

A simple and unadorned punch, without any supernatural qualities.

This Zhao family disciple was alerted and noticed Jiang Xuan. Seeing that the opponent's cultivation was only at the mid-stage of the spiritual realm, he coldly smiled, "Ignorant!"

Spiritual power surged out from his body, infused with his mastery of the water element, instantly transforming into a sea, with raging waves, attacking Jiang Xuan.

He was, after all, one of the outstanding talents of the Zhao family, having reached the peak of the spiritual realm in his thirties, and also mastering the water element. In the entire royal city, he was quite famous.

A young man who appeared out of nowhere dared to ambush him, it was simply seeking death!

But how strong was Jiang Xuan?

No one knew.

Even Jiang Xuan himself did not have a clear understanding of his own strength.

Even if it was just physical strength, it was the same.

First, he forged the Indestructible Thunder Body, then he broke through the limits of his physical body, and now he had entered the sixth stage of the spiritual realm. The terror of his physical body had reached an immeasurable level.

At least, it definitely surpassed the level of the spiritual realm.

A simple and unadorned punch slowly fell, causing ripples in the surrounding void. The rules of heaven and earth became chaotic and turbulent, as if forming a forbidden domain. Wherever the fist went, all laws disappeared!

The water element derived from the water path of the Zhao family disciple was naturally the same.

It couldn't even be considered destroyed, but rather completely overwhelmed on a different level.

Instantly dissipated.

The profound water path also completely dissipated.

The fist fell, landing on the face of this Zhao family disciple.

It was not as violent and aesthetic as imagined, nor was there a scene of a distorted fat face and splattering blood.

It just froze in this moment, the disciple's eyes filled with horror and fear in the face of death, and then quickly lost their luster.

Cracks appeared on his body.

It didn't look like his physical body was crumbling, but rather that these cracks were enveloping him.

A gust of wind came, and this person disappeared.

Only a hazy mist of blood scattered in the air.

Jiang Xuan retracted his fist, he had a rough understanding of his physical body. At the level of the spiritual realm, one punch was enough to deal with a talented and monstrous individual.

Immediately, he calmly walked towards the next person.

Delivering a punch, taking away a person, leaving behind a mist of blood.

The speed was not fast, after all, there were many people besieging the Jiang family disciples. Roughly speaking, there were at least several hundred people.

However, Jiang Xuan kills quickly.

With one punch each, in just a few breaths, Jiang Xuan has already put an end to the street brawl.

It's done.

There are a few scattered individuals who were frightened by Jiang Xuan and fled in panic.

Jiang Xuan couldn't be bothered to chase after them, so he let those few escape.

There were quite a few deaths.

Jiang Xuan has killed many, but there were also many Jiang family disciples who fell in the previous siege.

A street paved with bluestones is now covered in a layer of blood.

Under the blood, bodies are scattered.

The surviving Jiang family disciples stare blankly at the scene, some in a daze. They had been besieged and fought desperately by disciples from the Zhao family and other major forces for a long time. They were already mentally exhausted and almost hopeless.

Naturally, they find it difficult to digest this sudden reversal.

Jiang Xuan bends down and picks up a spiritual sword from the hand of a fallen Jiang family disciple. It is engraved with the characters "Red Heart."

"Red Heart?"

Jiang Xuan looks at this Jiang family disciple and reads his name and information from the identity token on his waist. Red Heart.

The person's name is Red Heart, and the sword's name is also Red Heart. This should be a pure sword cultivator.

Born as an ordinary sword cultivator, after ten years of hard work, he finally got the opportunity to join the branch of the Jiang family stationed in the royal city and became half a member of the Jiang family.

Before he could make a breakthrough and rise up, he perished due to the chaos caused by the various major forces targeting the Jiang family in the Eastern Divine Continent.

Perhaps, this is his fate, the tragedy of a small character, and also... the destiny of most cultivators in the cultivation world.

Especially in this era of the impending great world, the fate of cultivators like Red Heart is being played out every moment.

Without background, heritage, or opportunities, they will naturally be the first to be eliminated.

After these people are eliminated, it will be the turn of small clans, small forces, third-rate, third-rate, first-rate... even long-lived families and top-level lineages like the Jiang family.

The great world's struggle for transcendence.

If they can surpass it, they will transcend it; if they can't... just like Red Heart, they will accept the crushing of the gears of fate and forever fall.

Heaven and earth are ruthless, treating all things as mere fodder.

Jiang Xuan recalls the divine sound that Jiang Hong uttered when he walked against the Tianzhu, revealing a faint smile.

It seems like he has gained some enlightenment.

The black hole in his dantian seems to resonate, gently trembling, and ripples out a trace of profound aura, naturally diffusing out of his body, adding a touch of special charm to Jiang Xuan.

Hazy, mysterious, and elusive, it seems like a path but not a path, like a god but not a god.

The manifestation of the sword path, the cold and sharp sword aura, gains an indescribable edge.

Jiang Xuan gently touched the blade of the Chixin Sword, feeling its sharpness. He smiled faintly and then looked at the crowd, softly instructing, "Collect the bodies of the sacrificed disciples of the Jiang family."

"I will go kill."

So, Jiang Xuan carried the sword and walked out of the street.

The surviving disciples of the Jiang family looked on in shock and disbelief. This person... is the Qiankun Young Lord?

With his own strength, he effortlessly killed nearly a hundred people, including disciples whose cultivation surpassed his own.

This level of combat power... is terrifying!

And at this moment...

A brilliant sword light, like a rainbow piercing through the sky, cut across the sky above the royal city.

Jiang Xuan moved like a ghost, walking through the scenes of chaotic battles.

The cold and sharp sword aura, like snow in June, took away one life after another.

The sound of swords echoed, and the royal city fell silent.

With the sharp Sword Intent enhancing the Chixin Sword, throats were slit one after another.

Wherever Jiang Xuan went, bodies were left behind.

One person walked against the crowd, forcing disciples from several major forces to retreat in fear and astonishment.

Until... they reached the entrance of the Zhao family branch.

Hum—

With a crisp sword sound, Jiang Xuan beheaded another disciple of the Zhao family, shook the sword, and flicked the head into the Zhao family branch.

Jiang Xuan raised his eyes slightly, looking indifferently at the group of terrified Zhao family disciples who had taken refuge in the branch. He coldly said, "Anyone who comes out within an hour will die."

In the Zhao family branch, there was a Zhao family steward with a cultivation level reaching the Heavenly Origin Realm. Obviously, he couldn't break in.

However, with the royal city's prohibition in place, he could block the Zhao family here, and the Zhao family could only reluctantly accept it.

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole scene erupted in anger.

The remaining Zhao family disciples stared at Jiang Xuan, but they were afraid to speak out against his terrifying strength.

"The esteemed young lord of the Jiang family personally comes to deal with us ordinary geniuses. How shameless!" one of the Zhao family geniuses cursed angrily.

"That's right!"

Perhaps thinking that Jiang Xuan wouldn't dare to make a move in front of the steward, these Zhao family disciples suddenly straightened up, filled with righteous indignation as they glared at Jiang Xuan, their curses continuing.

Jiang Xuan smiled, and a sharp Sword Intent flashed in his eyes.

Buzz—

The sharpness of the Sword Intent, with indescribable sharpness and speed, tore through the void.

Accompanying it was the head of the Zhao family genius who had been the first to curse.

Silence!

The Zhao family disciples fell silent, their faces pale, their bodies trembling uncontrollably in fear.

They never expected that Jiang Qiankun would actually dare to make a move in front of the steward!

Is the esteemed young lord of the Jiang family really this domineering and unscrupulous?

"Seeking death!!"

The expression of the Zhao family steward changed, his eyes spewing fire. Killing a Zhao family disciple in front of him was not just slapping him in the face, it was trampling on his dignity!

Not only that, if he couldn't handle this properly now, he might not be able to keep his position as a steward!

"Kill him!"

The Zhao family steward gritted his teeth and roared.

"Yes!"

Ten black-clad figures walked out, their eyes calm and numb, like dead people.

The only fluctuation was the killing intent towards Jiang Xuan.

Death warriors.

Ten peak Nascent Soul realm death warriors.

With the royal city's prohibition in place, they couldn't fight privately above the Nascent Soul realm, so they would use the Nascent Soul realm death warriors to overwhelm their opponents!

At this point, he no longer cared about the rules that various forces had silently agreed upon.

Jiang Qiankun must die today!

The ten death warriors moved, their breath filled with death intertwining with each other, forming a formidable battle formation that should not be underestimated.

Jiang Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold light flickered in his eyes.

Clearly, it was a conquest of the younger generation, but if he couldn't defeat them directly, he would resort to using death warriors?

The Zhao family is truly shameless!

However... Jiang Xuan didn't really care. With his current strength, even if there were ten peak Nascent Soul realm monsters, he might have a hard time dealing with them. But these death warriors, who were born to die, would be the same no matter how many there were!

But just as Jiang Xuan was about to make a move and let the Chixin Sword taste more blood, something unexpected happened.

"Nonsense!"

A stern rebuke came from beyond the sky, forming a terrifying pressure that seemed like a divine mountain pressing down on everyone, including Jiang Xuan.

Boom!

Jiang Xuan's body sank, and even his strong physical body trembled, spewing out blood droplets as if it couldn't bear it.