Grand Elder Jing Guang was exceedingly enraged when he saw Fang Xing begin his slaughter on the other side of the bridge. “How dare you chop my disciples up like cabbage, you little livestock! You’re seeking death! You deserve death!” Despite having enough strength to live unhindered within all the western deserts as one of the top cultivators there, and despite having more than three thousand disciples in his Jing clan counting all the branches, those who’d shown enough promise and ability to be chosen for this Mysterious Domain was less than fifty. Each disciple was like one of his own hands helping to gather the fortunes contained within the Mysterious Domain, yet after helping them enter mere moments ago, they’d already started being chopped up like vegetables. How could he not be infuriated?

　　No matter how angry he became, however, there was nothing he could do but curse from his side of the bridge. Although this small stone bridge seemed to simply connect two shores with a small river in between, it was also an existence separating reality from the Mysterious Domain. People beyond a certain cultivation level or bone age couldn’t enter from here at all, and so he could only watch it all unfold in front of his very eyes. It could be said that once Fang Xing had dashed across the bridge, everything that happened afterwards would be out of Jing Guang’s hands. Now that his granddaughter had wounded Chu Ci, the chaos had risen to a whole new level.

　　This sudden development made even him want to slam his own granddaughter to death, but he did understand that what was done was done and there wouldn’t be any use scolding Jing Fu about it anymore. He could only yell out in anger to vent his frustration. “Yuan Shenglian, Jing Fu, what are you two waiting for? Kill him! Hurry up and kill this little livestock; go and f*cking kill him!”

　　There was even a trace of fear and worry rising up within his mind. With his knowledge and experience, he naturally knew what Fang Xing’s intentions were: the boy wanted to kill off his Spirit Stage disciples first. If such a dangerous boy really put his mind to killing all of the Spirit Stage disciples he’d sent inside… even if he didn’t kill them all and only wounded a dozen or two, such a huge loss would still be devastating! There were some fortunes and treasures within the Mysterious Domain that Foundation Stage cultivators couldn’t touch and were only obtainable by Spirit Stage disciples, after all; Yuan Shengliang and Jing Fu weren’t the only ones inside who were extremely precious to him!

　　“Young Master Yuan, hurry and activate your weapon to kill this kid….”

　　“This kid is too cruel! Please, Miss Jing, please kill such a person as soon as possible….”

　　It wasn’t just Grand Elder Jing Guang anymore, either—even the black-robed, red-browed, and blue-robed old Daoists began to yell out loudly as well. The three could tell the boy genuinely felt hatred towards them as well since they hadn’t protected Chu Ci and had allowed her to fall into Jing Guang’s, and they knew this boy didn’t bother differentiating between who he killed. Their disciples would be included in his massacre as well, so they quickly put aside all their complaints about Jing Guang and instead tried to appeal to Yuan Shenglian and Jing Fu to take action as well.

　　Yuan Shenglian no longer dared to waste any more time. “Shimei Fu, let’s attack together to kill this boy. Remember, be very careful!” he commanded.

　　This unsightly boy was actually incredibly terrifying once he’d become vicious. Kill after kill, no fewer than ten Jing Guang disciples and seven other disciples were killed by his hands in only a short period of time—he was nothing less than a meat grinder! All these people had been Spirit Stage young elites who’d cost their clans a huge fortune, yet their lives were taken as easily as though this was some sort of game.

　　Some Foundation Stage elites disciples came forward to try to stop Fang Xing’s massacre. With all four groups of disciples combined, there were at least eight Foundation Stage disciples mixed in and their battle prowess wasn’t too bad at all. “Little brat, are you treating us like cabbages?”

　　Swoosh ….

　　Two people came from the group of Jing Guang disciples, one using a lance with lightning snaking around the length, the other using a shield with a powerful force of Qi and ghastly spirits floating around it. Both of them were in Foundation Stage, and one of them even seemed to be a battle cultivator extremely proficient in duels. These two were the other Foundation Stage disciples from Jing Guang’s group other than Yuan Shenglian and Jing Fu, and when the pair came forward, the giant shield blocked Fang Xing’s path while the lance thrust out like a dragon straight towards Fang Xing’s body.

　　The fact these two had been eligible to enter the Mysterious Domain showed they weren’t simple to deal with. The Mysterious Domain had its own unique rules with a restriction on bone age that barred entry for Spirit Stage disciples over twenty-five years old or Foundation Stage disciples over forty. Those who could meet these requirements were all elites within their clans and sects, and these two Foundation Stage cultivators were precisely the elite of the elite amongst all of the Jing Guang disciples.

　　“But you are nothing more than cabbages!” Fang Xing coldly called back. He opened up his left palm and the tip of that lance was caught in his hand, his malice cutting off the lightning surrounding it and preventing it from even being able to touch him. Fang Xing then formed his right hand into a fist and slammed it heavily against the lance’s body, causing a loud noise to ring out right as the weapon was snapped into two. While all of this was going on, he kicked one of his legs out and stepped down on the shield.

　　Boom ….

　　The lance broke, the shield shattered, and the disciples were sent flying. Two Jing Guang Foundation Stage disciples couldn’t even take a single strike from Fang Xing before being sent flying with blood coming out of their mouth.

　　Swish ….

　　Fang Xing caught up before their bodies had even touched the ground. He swept out with his one-legged-man lance, and a loud explosion rang out as the disciple on the left was struck directly by the lance and smashed into the disciple on the right. In mere moments, both disciples felt their bones crack and flesh split before they were sent flying like a cloth sack towards the Flag of Ten Thousand Spirits and the black smoke surrounding it.

　　The Peng King laughed in joy as the black smoke moved to cover up the Foundation Stage disciples. “Haha, can’t let these Foundation Stages go to waste!”

　　Jing Fu who’d been dashing forward with her sword raised let out a dreadful scream. “Shidi Song! Shixiong Qiao!”

　　These two Foundation Stage cultivators were both talented elites among the Jing Guang disciples, and although they didn’t share the same Jing surname, they still held extreme favor from Grand Elder Jing Guang himself. It could even be said these two had such great innate ability that if they had the same Jing surname—demonstrating they were Jing Guang’s direct descendents—their positions would perhaps not be any lower than even Jing Fu. And yet despite how much talent these two brothers had, they were killed by this brat so easily….

　　“I’m going to kill you!” Jing Fu screamed. Her sword began to glow as she activated her spell and covered the area around her.

　　‘Have to kill these insects first before I deal with that bi*ch….’ Fang Xing didn’t give her a reply and merely sent a cold glare her way before dashing into the group of despairing Jing Guang disciples around her. With the golden wings on his back and enough power to kill without difficulty, everywhere he passed was soon filled with waves of splattering blood. The disciples around Fang Xing were completely engulfed in fear by how ruthlessly Fang Xing killed and killed without pause. He was insane, killing anyone and everyone in sight, not holding back no matter which Golden Core they were a disciple of.

　　Fang Xing had mastered the Hundred and Eight Thousand Swords, which could not only be used to increase his speed during battle but could also be used for attack or defense. With the additional mastery in the Scripture of Revered Spirit Sense, his senses were above and beyond average—well-suited for such a chaotic battleground like this. Since he was alone and everyone around him was a target, he was also able to go all out without having to worry about the consequences.

　　“Shixiong Yuan, hurry and use the grand elder’s Golden Dragon Infant Bagua!” Jing Fu yelled out in desperation; even she was terrified by the massacre taking place in front of her.

　　“No, I can’t activate it now, I’ve only just received this weapon! if I were to use it, everyone else within thirty feet of me will die…” Yuan Shenglian yelled out in anger without any choice in the matter. He also wanted to activate the bagua to stop Fang Xing’s massacre, but he’d only just now received the weapon and its spell and hadn’t even had time to take a closer look. He wouldn’t be able to control its power at all if he activated it now and it would sweep away a huge area once he lost control.

　　Yuan Shenglian couldn’t do it. Fang Xing had been terribly cruel and had trapped most of the cultivators on the small stone bridge with the Flag of Ten Thousand Spirits. With everyone mixing together in one place, he didn’t dare to use the bagua; the only thing he could do now was chase after the boy to try to stop him from killing his clansmen. Unfortunately, with his speed, he couldn’t even reach Fang Xing’s shadow.

　　Filled with dread, Jing Fu suddenly changed her direction towards the Flag of Ten Thousand Spirits and yelled out, “I’ll kill the girl to distract him!” She still recalled that the girl was heavily wounded but hadn’t died yet; if she was able to get ahold of her, she might be able to get this brat to stop. Judging by how much concern he’d showed, even if the girl was dead, just threatening to destroy her corpse would have the same effect!

　　And yet, even as the sword lights flew forward with shining gleams, the Flag of Ten Thousand Spirits easily fended it all off with the black smoke. The Peng King fused into the black smoke and appeared from time to time in human form to sneer and laugh out, “With this old man protecting her, how can you hurt even a single hair on this girl?” The flag had enjoyed the blood sacrifice of more than ten Foundation Stage cultivators today and its battle prowess had increased exponentially.

　　Jing Fu was filled with utter shock when she intuitively felt the horrific nature of this evil flag. “You….”

　　“Bi*ch, you’re seeking death!” Although she’d been stopped by the Peng King, Fang Xing had still seen everything Jing Fu intended to do. With a loud yell of anger, he dashed towards her instead and activated the Hundred and Eight Thousand Swords to its peak, making it impossible to tell whether his wings were made from sword feathers or a collection of golden light. The aura it released was terrifying and imposing, and they allowed him to dash forward like a bolt of lightning.

　　“Good plan, Shimei Fu.” Yuan Shenglian moved over and stood next to Jing Fu, his expression filled with obvious joy as he began to quickly form hand seals. “We’ve finally lured this kid over. I’ll stop him and you kill him afterwards!”

　　“Ok… let’s see how this brat deals with both of us at once!” Jing Fu shouted, the sword light in her palm beginning to shine as she formed seals with her sword.

　　“Enveloping Lotus!”

　　“Ancient Technique: Sword Shower!”

　　Two loud voices rose up as these two young elites of the western deserts both performed the most powerful Ancient techniques they’d learned at the same time.