Destined Antagonist: I Refuse To Annul The Engagement!

But in the Haoran Terrace, Mr. Gui and others looked at this scene with a bewildered expression.

What is Jiang Qiankun doing?

Does he want to die? Is he looking for death?

With his own strength, does he want to expel nearly ten thousand cultivators and monopolize the inheritance?

Oh my god!

Even if he does have the talent to touch the monstrous, and possesses powerful combat power beyond the current realm... that shouldn't give him the confidence to recklessly court death, right?

Zhao Si couldn't understand.

He wants Jiang Qiankun dead, wants to tear him into pieces, and avenge his grandson.

But when he thought about his own grandson, who clearly had the opportunity to become a monstrous figure, dying at the hands of such a brainless person, his heart... felt like it was being twisted by a knife, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

Mr. Gui felt the same way now.

This is a trap!

He personally set up this trap to kill Jiang Xuan!

Why are you here to join in the fun?

And you even have the appearance of "one man guarding the pass, ten thousand unable to pass," successfully attracting everyone's hatred, afraid that Jiang Xuan won't see you, right?

He really wants to go out now, point at Jiang Qiankun's head and ask, what are you doing?

What exactly do you want to do?!

But he can't.

He's afraid that this is the task the Holy Lord entrusted to Jiang Qiankun. If he stops Jiang Qiankun and ruins the Holy Lord's plan... then even if he had nine heads, it wouldn't be enough to fall off!

Sighing inwardly, although Mr. Gui was full of helplessness, he could only cover for Jiang Qiankun, continue to appease Zhao Si, and hold him back.

Otherwise... he's really a little afraid that Zhao Si won't be able to wait any longer and will directly rush out and slap Jiang Qiankun to death!

"Elder Zhao, there's no need to worry. Just wait patiently for Jiang Xuan to arrive."

"If Jiang Qiankun wants to court death, let him."

Mr. Gui spoke in a tone that considered Zhao Si's feelings and lightly laughed, "Attempting to expel everyone with his own strength, his only outcome is death."

"No need for Elder Zhao to take action, so as to avoid Elder Zhao being labeled as a bully. Why not take this opportunity?"

But deep down, he secretly prayed, Jiang Qiankun, you can court death, but please don't actually die!

He knew that Jiang Qiankun was an important pawn in the Holy Lord's many plans. If such a crucial person were to die in front of him, he would probably have to go and explain to the Holy Lord with his head held high.

What is going on here!

Mr. Gui subconsciously tightened his feather fan, a trace of annoyance flashing in his eyes. He was only ordered to kill Jiang Xuan and remove a small obstacle for Jiang Qiankun.

This was clearly a very simple matter, how did it suddenly turn into this?

"Mr. Gui makes sense." Zhao Si nodded.

Jiang Xuan is related to the core inheritance of the Jixia Academy, and he still has patience for this.

Soon, more than half of the incense had burned.

The eerie calm at the scene was finally broken.

The energy accumulated in the Pure Yang Sword Formation has reached its peak, and Lang Feng, who has transformed into the King of Fire, has also reached the Profound Earth Sixth Layer in terms of his aura.

Now is the time to harvest Jiang Qiankun's head in exchange for the Zhao family's reward.

Boom!

Lang Feng slowly stood up, his flaming body towering ten zhang high, stretching out and shooting out streaks of starfire that pierced through the void.

From his boiling chest of flames, he calmly drew a giant sword called the Sunlit Giant Sword.

Gripping the Sunlit Giant Sword with both hands, Lang Feng looked indifferently at Jiang Xuan and said, "Jiang Qiankun, meet your death!"

The more than 2,300 Independent Cultivators surrounding the Pure Yang Sword Palace also surged with their aura, coldly staring at Jiang Xuan. They might not be able to help much, but they could still cheer and shout for support.

And then they would happily receive ten thousand spirit stones. Why not?

Perhaps, this is the way of survival for Independent Cultivators.

Jiang Xuan ignored them and instead looked at the burning incense, feeling somewhat speechless. Why is this incense burning so slowly?

He was starting to lose patience waiting.

In Lang Feng's eyes, this disregard was clearly a sign of disdain and humiliation towards him!

Anger surged within him!

"Die!!"

Lang Feng roared angrily, swinging his sword with both hands and slashing towards Jiang Xuan.

The powerful Sunlit Giant Sword, like the shining sun, caused the sea of fire to surge and burned the void, leaving behind scorched craters.

The terrifying heat wave forced the surrounding cultivators to retreat in fear, their faces filled with dread.

The power comparable to the Profound Earth Sixth Layer was enough to sweep through thousands of troops and crush the entire scene!

"Jiang Qiankun is undoubtedly doomed!" Many people believed this.

At this moment, Jiang Xuan finally responded, turning his head to glance at the King of Fire who was slashing towards him, unable to help but shake his head and laugh.

Activating his Innate Fire Dao Spirit Body and infusing it with the mid-stage Fire Dao intent, Jiang Xuan condensed a small flame in his fingers and flicked it towards the King of Fire.

Of course, this alone was definitely not enough.

Jiang Xuan secretly added a special ripple generated by the Black Hole Ripples to the small flame.

It should be noted that this thing can even plunder divine energy. Dealing with a King of Fire formed by the Sword Formation... it's like an adult carrying a knife and bullying a child.

But no one knew about this.

In the eyes of the people present, Jiang Qiankun had simply shot out a small flame, as if playing around.

Lang Feng laughed.

"So the esteemed Jiang family's young master is giving up resistance?" Lang Feng couldn't help but mock.

But in the next moment, Lang Feng's expression suddenly changed.

The Sunlit Giant Sword struck the small flame, but instead of extinguishing it, it seemed to have struck an extremely hard defense, unable to make any progress.

The small flame then swelled up, pure Fire Dao intent binding the Sunlit Giant Sword like chains of the Great Dao.

The special ripple followed suit and rippled out.

An indescribable power of plundering, like a gluttonous beast, gnawed at the Sunlit Giant Sword.

The entire process was supposed to be quiet and silent, but in Lang Feng's mind, it echoed with the sound of "crunch, crunch, crunch" as if someone was chewing.

In an instant, he felt a chill down his spine!

In the blink of an eye, the Sunlit Giant Sword was completely devoured.

The little flame once again fixed its gaze on Lang Feng, who had transformed into the Fire Monarch.

Lang Feng's mind trembled in fear. Even though he was only facing the flames, he had a strange sensation as if he was being targeted by some kind of ancient ferocious beast, as if... he was already the delicious food in the other party's eyes!

What the hell is this thing!!

Lang Feng roared in terror in his heart.

The little flame flew towards him, pure intent of the fire path completely enveloping Lang Feng.

Its speed was so fast that Lang Feng couldn't even escape in time, and many people hadn't even reacted yet. The ten-zhang-tall Fire Monarch that Lang Feng had transformed into had already been completely devoured, leaving only a pure flame... a small spark.

And Lang Feng, who had already turned into a dried corpse, fell to the ground.

"Pluff--"

The other nineteen geniuses who were setting up the Pure Yang Sword Formation also suffered backlash, spewing blood and falling unconscious.

In the eyes of everyone, this scene was as if something bizarre had descended!

The Lang Feng who was comparable to the Profound Earth Sixth Layer, died just like that?!

How did he die?

What did Jiang Qiankun do?!

The Independent Cultivators who had originally sided with the Pure Yang Sword Palace were now extremely afraid. They cowered, not daring to look Jiang Xuan in the eye, and instead, they instinctively retreated, trying to find the right moment to escape.

"I let you go, but you didn't go. Now you want to leave?"

"It's too late, I don't want to wait anymore."

Jiang Xuan chuckled, waved his hand, and burned half of an incense stick. In an instant, it burned completely and turned into ashes.

Before the words even fell, Jiang Xuan had already lifted his sword and dashed out like a remnant shadow.

The small sparks transformed, evolving into a boundless sea of fire, surging out and blocking the forces of the Shitiandian, preventing them from making a move and disrupting his own plans.

At the same time, from within Jiang Xuan's body, a Taiji fish flew out.

The Taiji fish quickly expanded, transforming into a Taiji Palace diagram, slowly rotating in the sky.

The Yin and Yang energies poured down like a heavy rain, covering a hundred zhang, forming a place of imprisonment, mysterious, hazy, and hiding a killing intent.

Jiang Xuan had only just begun to comprehend the Taiji Palace diagram that he had plundered from Jiang Qiankun, and coupled with the fact that he had never practiced the Yin and Yang Dao, the power he could exert from this Saint Grade inheritance was very limited. However... it was more than enough to form a place of imprisonment, trapping the Independent Cultivators from the Pure Yang Sword Palace who were standing in line.

The slaughter had begun!

Jiang Xuan moved among the cultivators, the brightness and darkness of his sword intersecting, taking the lives of one cultivator after another.

Blood flowed incessantly.

There were over 2,300 Independent Cultivators, a large number, but there were very few who posed a threat to Jiang Xuan.

So, this was just a simple massacre.

And... it would be over soon.

After a moment, the confinement formed by the Taiji Palace diagram dissipated, no longer concealing anything. Jiang Xuan returned to the gate of the Jixia Academy, by the side of Confucius.

Confucius was still reciting the classics of Confucianism and Taoism.

The place that was just now had already become a sea of blood.

Silence.

Fear.

Dread.

This was the unified sentiment in the hearts of the Heavenly Slaughter Hall, the Tai Cang Holy Land, and other forces, as well as the Independent Cultivators who stood with them.

Everyone stared at Jiang Xuan in shock, as if they were looking at a demon!

Jiang Xuan looked at everyone and grinned, "I, Jiang Qiankun, am right here."

"That's right, my head is worth three Dao medicines and a Saint Grade inheritance."

"A very tempting reward."

"But... which one of you dares to come and take it?"

Silence, a long silence.

The cultivators present did not answer, nor did anyone dare to answer.

Jiang Xuan beheaded Zhang Changfeng with his sword. They were not afraid because they had the advantage in numbers. When he killed more than two thousand people and the blood flowed like a river... they were truly afraid, chilled to the bone!

This Jiang Qiankun was not human at all, he was a demon, a bloodthirsty demon!

"No one dares to take it?"

Jiang Xuan smiled coldly, satisfied with the current situation.

The smile disappeared, and Jiang Xuan's tone turned cold, "Then... get lost!"

With a cold shout, the sword hummed and his Sword Intent, which was already approaching the mid-stage, broke through.

Buzz...

Countless sharp sword qi rushed out, standing tall in the sky, like a domain of murderous swords, as if hanging over everyone's necks, ready to decapitate them at any moment!

Boom!

Everyone scattered in a panic.

The cultivators were terrified and fled in a hurry, far away from this place of turmoil.

They wanted Jiang Qiankun's reward, they also wanted the inheritance of the Jixia Academy, but... they wanted to stay alive even more.

In the blink of an eye, within a radius of ten li, besides the chaotic sea of blood, only Jiang Xuan remained.

Jiang Xuan smiled contentedly.

Killing was never the goal, it was a means.

Today, Jiang Qiankun had to bear this responsibility, whether he wanted to or not!

Taking advantage of the situation, he could still obtain the inheritance of the Jixia Academy.

The effect he wanted, hasn't it been achieved?

Jiang Xuan looked at Confucius, who was still reciting the classics of Confucianism and Taoism, and smiled. Now... besides choosing him, who else could the destined person choose?