Chapter 56 Reasoning? Then all my cultivation at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage was for nothing?

But the moment the sword appeared...

Heaven and earth are silent.

The wind stopped, the clouds lingered, and even the nine roaring golden dragon phantoms seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand, their roars abruptly ceasing.

All the disciples of the Taiqing Sect, regardless of their cultivation level, simultaneously felt a fear originating from the depths of their souls.

It was a feeling of insignificance and trembling, like ants gazing up at the sky or mortals facing gods.

"Zhu Xian".

Zhou Tian softly uttered the sword's name.

Then, he gripped his sword and gently swung it forward.

The movements were as casual as brushing dust off one's shoulders.

"laugh!"

There was no earth-shattering roar, no dazzling brilliance.

Only a hazy, gray sword aura detached from the Immortal Execution Sword and drifted forward.

The sword energy was very slow, so slow that everyone could clearly see its trajectory.

But wherever it passed, space shattered like fragile glass, revealing deep, dark void cracks behind it.

The nine golden dragon phantoms were the first to be hit.

The moment the hazy sword energy touched the first golden dragon, the dragon-shaped spiritual power, which was jointly activated by dozens of disciples and was powerful enough to trap and kill a Nascent Soul cultivator, was unleashed.

At this moment, it melted away silently, like ice and snow under the sun.

It's not about defeating them, it's not about cutting them off.

It is a complete erasure, an erasure at the level of existence.

Article 2, Article 3... Article 9.

The nine golden dragons vanished into nothingness in less than a breath.

The gray sword energy continued forward without slowing down at all.

"No!"

"Run!!"

A heart-wrenching scream finally erupted.

But it was too late.

Wherever the sword energy swept past, whether it was a Foundation Establishment disciple or a Golden Core elder, whether they fought back or turned to flee, the outcome was the same.

Their bodies, magical artifacts, and protective auras were instantly extinguished upon contact with the gray sword energy.

It crumbled like a sand sculpture, turning into the finest dust, leaving not even a drop of blood or a piece of clothing behind.

From birth to death, from existence to nothingness, it all happens in an instant.

One sword.

Just one sword strike.

Dozens of elite disciples of the Taiqing Sect, along with the renowned Nine Dragons Soul-Locking Array, vanished from this world.

The mountain path was deserted, with only a slight breeze stirring up some dust, a testament to how many people had once stood there.

Qin Ruoxue stared blankly at everything before her, her hand holding the sword trembling slightly.

She knew Zhou Tian was very strong; his peak Nascent Soul cultivation was enough to crush anyone present.

But she didn't expect it to be this strong.

That wasn't a contest of magic, nor was it a fight.

That is... erasure.

"Let's go."

Zhou Tian sheathed the Zhuxian Sword, as if he had just casually swatted a few flies, his tone calm and indifferent.

He continued walking, ascending the white jade steps.

Qin Ruoxue took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the shock in her heart, and quickly followed.

The two had only walked less than a hundred steps.

"stop!!"

An old man's angry shout came from above.

Three figures descended from the sky like shooting stars, landing on the stone steps ahead and blocking their path.

The leader was an elderly man with white hair and beard, dressed in the purple-gold Taoist robe of the Taiqing Sect elder. His face was dignified, and his spiritual power surged like the sea, indicating that he was at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

Behind him were two middle-aged cultivators at the peak of the Golden Core stage, both with ashen faces and eyes filled with shock and anger.

"Fellow Daoist!"

The white-haired old man suppressed his anger, cupped his hands towards Zhou Tian, ​​and tried to soften his voice as much as possible:

"I am Qingxuzi, an outer sect elder of the Taiqing Sect. There may have been some misunderstanding regarding what happened just now..."

He glanced at the empty mountain path behind Zhou Tian, ​​his eye twitching slightly. Following the updates had never felt so satisfying. He continued:

"Fellow Daoist's cultivation is profound, why start with such a bloodbath? If there's any misunderstanding, we can sit down and talk it over. My Taiqing Sect is a reputable and righteous sect, and would never..."

"Misunderstand?"

Zhou Tian interrupted him.

He stopped, tilted his head, and looked at Elder Qingxuzi, who was in the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm. A strange smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"I've already reached the peak of the Nascent Soul stage."

Zhou Tian spoke slowly, each word crystal clear:

"Do you expect me to reason with you?"

Qingxuzi was taken aback.

Zhou Tian's smile grew even brighter, but his eyes remained as cold as ice.

"Then all my cultivation has been for nothing?"

The moment the words fell.

Zhou Tian slightly raised his hand.

"call out!"

A purple-gold sword aura shot out from his fingertips, faster than the limits of divine sense.

Qingxuzi's pupils contracted sharply. His Nascent Soul stage reaction made him instinctively activate all his spiritual power, instantly summoning a high-grade defensive magic treasure shaped like a tortoise shell to block in front of him.

At the same time, he retreated rapidly, trying to create distance.

But it didn't work.

The purple-gold sword energy made no sound when it touched the tortoise shell magic weapon.

The tortoise shell magic weapon was as fragile as paper and was easily pierced.

The sword energy, undiminished in speed, pierced Qingxuzi's brow with unparalleled precision.

Qingxuzi's retreating figure suddenly froze.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end, he couldn't utter a single word.

The light in his eyes quickly dimmed, and the surging spiritual energy around him receded like a tide.

"Thump."

The body lay on the ground, a small bloody hole between its eyebrows, from which blood slowly seeped out.

one strike.

Instantly kill a Nascent Soul cultivator.