Chapter 358: Stand Up, Don't Disgrace Yourselves More!

Under the gaze of those trembling giants, Yun Xiao didn't pause for even a split second!

After sending the Talisman Emperor flying with a slap, Yun Xiao summoned the Runic Umbrella, blocking the Wick Devil's Dragon Wick Seal and the apocalyptic sorcery of the Rising Sun Devil Art!

BOOM!

The Dragon Wick Seal, like a hundred thousand tons of steel, clashed against the seemingly delicate paper umbrella!

At the same time, the Rising Sun Devil Art erupted, unleashing a wave of fire thousands of feet high, swallowing the umbrella like the end of the world itself. No one dared face this attack head-on!

Just when everyone instinctively thought this ferocious onslaught would send Yun Xiao flying again, something incredible happened.

He stood his ground, unmovable!

Upon impact, the Dragon Wick Seal let out a wail, ricocheted off, and smacked right into the Wick Devil's face, bursting into a fountain of black blood!

BOOM!

Meanwhile, the tidal wave of fire from the Rising Sun Devil Art washed over him like a tsunami!

Yet, beneath the Runic Umbrella, Yun Xiao's white robe remained spotless...

The blood-red storm swirled around the umbrella, forcing dozens of people nearby to flee in disarray... Yet, in the eye of this storm, Yun Xiao's hair merely fluttered in the wind.

"HUH!?" The Wick Devil's eyes bulged at the sight, his mind a whirlpool of shock.

"Having regrets?" Yun Xiao propped up his violet Runic Umbrella, offering a serene smile to the Wick Devil.

"What in the world are you!?" The Wick Devil shrieked, his face cracking as he stumbled back three steps, nearly collapsing.

"Think it over in the afterlife." With those calm words, Yun Xiao summoned a Flying Sword with a flick of his wrist.

This Flying Sword was no ordinary blade! Infused with the essence of the Primordial Void, Divine Desolation, and Mortal Dust, it was forged with the power of both spirit and flesh!

It was a simple attack. Yun Xiao didn't even employ any Flying Sword techniques!

Yet, as the blade soared, the Wick Devil's fate was sealed.

Death was inevitable.

The swift strike of that sword was so quick, nearly no one in the crowd caught a glimpse.

All they saw was Yun Xiao pointing a finger, and then the Wick Devil's head, filled with terror, burst into a cloud of blood mist without so much as a scream escaping.

All that was left was a headless, burly body staggering a few steps before kneeling before Yun Xiao, its neck gushing blood like a broken dam.

The Immortal Asylum fell into an eerie silence!

From the moment Yun Xiao sent the Talisman Emperor flying with a slap, not a soul could utter a sound.

They stood dumbstruck as Yun Xiao effortlessly crushed and killed the Wick Devil, their minds a blank slate, feeling as though they were ascending to the heavens themselves.

Amidst their dazed stares, Yun Xiao reached out his hand, and the Heaven Burial Sword Soul transformed into a three-foot-long azure blade, which he grasped firmly in his hand.

With a buzz, he turned on his heel, and in an instant, appeared before the Talisman Emperor.

The Talisman Emperor, with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth and just managing to rise, witnessed a scene that seemed to tear his very insides apart.

"Got any last words?" Yun Xiao asked.

"No need," the Talisman Emperor said with a wry smile. His expression was a spectacle to behold. Awkward and sorrowful all at once. He couldn't fathom where he went wrong, yet the defeat was embarrassingly stark.

From the moment Yun Xiao became known, he plotted murder. He didn't even want to give him ten days, attempting assassination twice in between. Yet, all attempts failed! What was the right move?

Was he to simply stand by and watch as Yun Xiao aided the rise of the Sword Cultivators?

The Talisman Emperor couldn't bear it! As the Nine Hells Conqueror, to surrender without a fight was a disgrace.

"Yun Xiao, you too will meet your end!" The Talisman Emperor wasn't one to wallow in sorrow.

Though he appeared defeated, he suddenly lashed out, his Aurum grade Sovereign Sigil transforming into a gaping maw of crimson, snapping viciously towards Yun Xiao's head, mere inches away!

With a slash, Yun Xiao cut the Sovereign Sigil in two, right down the middle.

The Talisman Emperor's lifelong confidence was severed in two with a single stroke!

"Nice piece of work." In Yun Xiao's palm appeared the Prison Warden Sigil.

The destroyed pieces of the Sovereign Sigil fell like rain, merging with the Prison Warden Sigil. Its Runes began to weave into the bodies of the nine-headed Prison Warden Dragon.

"See that? I'm absorbing the Runes you've slaved your life away to craft," Yun Xiao said with a smile to the Talisman Emperor.

"Impossible!" The Talisman Emperor faced the most devastating blow of his life. How could one Life Sigil devour another? His eyes bulged, his face cracked with disbelief, hands trembling.

With a squelch, just as he was about to scream, Yun Xiao's sword pierced through his mouth and out the back of his skull.

With a swift pull, Yun Xiao retrieved the azure blade.

The Talisman Emperor swayed, still gazing in disbelief, then slowly knelt and fell face forward to the ground.

Silence still reigned in the Immortal Asylum.

All skirmishes and battles had paused the moment the Talisman Emperor was struck, leaving no one in the mood for further conflict.

"When I fuse all three powers, my strength is indeed absurd. Not just Mid Genesis Spirit Realm, I might even be able to take on someone in the Perfect Genesis Spirit Realm," Yun Xiao mused quietly.

His followers had thought this battle would be tough. Instead, two strikes brought swift ends. One sword per foe. Like slicing through melons and vegetables.

The Talisman Emperor and the Wick Devil weren't afraid to die in battle. But the manner of their deaths shattered them completely. It was a strike to the heart.

And not just their hearts were struck! But also those of all Inscription Cultivators, Yang Devils, resentment demons, and sea dragons.

Within the Eight Trigrams formation, almost 100 fighters in the Heaven Sanctuary Realm let their arms fall limply, each trembling, eyes filled with fear and despair.

"I, I..."

𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

THUD! THUD!

One by one, they knelt to the ground before Yun Xiao, their heels trembling, their bodies prostrate.

"Exile, Exile Yun... mercy, mercy please."

"We yield, we yield..."

"Don't kill us, please."

Almost 100 top powerhouses of the Nine Hells couldn't muster a single coherent plea among them.

The Inscription Cultivators, Yang Devils, resentment demons, and sea dragons alike all knelt.

"In the Field Palace, you all swore blood oaths," Yun Xiao stated.

The crowd bowed their heads in silence, their faces pale, daring not to speak further.

Yun Xiao pursed his lips. "You made your choice, now bear the consequences. Don't think of switching sides now, hoping for mercy. That's naive."

After a pause, he waved them off, "Stand up, don't disgrace yourselves further. I'll give you the chance to die on your feet."

"Exile Yun," an elderly Inscription Cultivator cried out in despair, "We were coerced by the Talisman Emperor and Wick Devil! As subordinates, what choice did we wretches have? Now that these traitors have paid, we're ready to turn over a new leaf and serve you. Please, give us a chance!"

"If you're all wretches, then there are no lucky souls under heaven," Yun Xiao replied, before piercing the elder's throat with a sword, adding coldly, "Stand up, don't make me despise you!"

"Exile Yun, heaven cherishes life. We've repented. Why make things difficult for us? Show mercy today, and you'll surely be blessed, smoothly returning to the ranks of true Immortals one day," a female Inscription Cultivator pleaded tearfully.

"Do you know what I despise most in my life?" Yun Xiao fixed his gaze on her.

The woman shook her head, tears streaming down her face.

"I detest being morally blackmailed," Yun Xiao declared.

"Uh..." The woman's face turned ashen.

"Kill." Yun Xiao commanded the Sword Wardens and others.

"Kill!!!" The Sword Warden, Siren Empress, Netherworld Emperor, and others charged forward without hesitation.

There was no room for negotiation! Spare them? So they could lead a still-superior immortal army against the common folk once outside?

Yun Xiao's mind was crystal clear. To quash a faction, one must strike like lightning, eliminating any hint of rebellion... Only then could true peace be achieved, solving the problem once and for all!

He wasn't just ordering the killings; he was part of the action!

"You fiend! You massacre without mercy, your sins vast as the ocean. You force all beings into submission with your slaughter. You're brutal, selfish, and you'll meet a grim end! The heavens will punish you sooner or later!" That female Inscription Cultivator stood up, pointing at Yun Xiao's neck, hurling curses.

No sooner had she finished her tirade than Pale Revenant appeared before her, her fist smashing the accuser's head to bits!

BOOM!

The real massacre had begun!

Where Yun Xiao went, no one could withstand a single strike of his sword. In this sealed-off world, killing was the simplest task.

Of course, you had to be strong enough!

"All Inscription Cultivators, follow my command, slay them!"

"Yang Devils, attack!"

The Inscription Cultivators and Yang Devils began ordering those outside the formation. But as they roared in fury, those outside, paralyzed by fear, didn't move an inch.

THUD!

Tens of thousands prostrated before Yun Xiao.

In that moment, the hearts of the 100 or so being slaughtered broke completely.

Overwhelmed by terror, they were utterly powerless, dominated by the fear Yun Xiao brought. There was no way out but death.

"Listen up!" Yun Xiao's sword swept through the enemies as he declared, "All your Bags of Holding are now mine!"

The crowd couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

Who would dare compete with you for treasures?

"Once I've skinned it, the rest of the flesh is yours," Yun Xiao said to Pale Revenant.

Pale Revenant nodded obediently, her agreement as quiet as a whisper.

Blood Essence, Desolate Essence, Sword Rings, demon bonesYun Xiao claimed them all.

And the precious Immortal Jades? That was his, no question.

With a thunderous crash, the Dragon Wick Seal was tossed before the Netherworld Emperor.

"Who?" The Netherworld Emperor looked up to see it was Yun Xiao who had thrown it.

The young man in white gave him a glance and then walked away.

"Wow, that's bold," Second Uncle grumbled beside the Netherworld Emperor, "What's with his attitude? He's acting like he's your son-in-law!"

"Keep it down." The Netherworld Emperor reached for the Dragon Wick Seal, a treasure he had long coveted but never imagined he'd actually get his hands on.

"Don't touch!" Second Uncle suddenly cried out in alarm.

"What's the matter?" the Netherworld Emperor inquired.

"Accepting gifts makes you indebted. Touch that, and your daughter's hand is as good as gone," Second Uncle explained, resigned.

"Idiot!" The Netherworld Emperor smacked him, grumbling, "Take it or not, she's already gone!"

Now was the time to secure as many gifts as possible; or was he supposed to awkwardly broach the subject later?

"Come to think of it, the entire Rising Sun Inferno as a dowry should suffice," Second Uncle couldn't help but laugh.

It was like a holiday!

Inside the Eight Trigrams formation, Yun Xiao's followers were all in high spirits.

Yet, atop the high platform, Mo Jianzhi, Shen Xiaochan, and two others wore expressions cold as ice...

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