Chapter 214

Chapter 214: Complete Annihilation

With the Demon Sword in hand, Fang Lie felt sudden enlightenment. The weapon’s aura made him feel invincible, as if the world itself bent to his will.

When he had swung the sword earlier, his body had moved instinctively, delivering a strike that seemed to embody the Dao itself—slicing through both man and blade in one fluid motion. The rush was intoxicating, bordering on addictive.

The surrounding cultivators stared in disbelief. None had imagined Fang Lie’s swordsmanship could defy the heavens so utterly. Even veteran sword cultivators from East Kunlun would pale in comparison.

The old man snapped out of his shock first, snarling, "Sword skills mean nothing against true power! Send a Purple Palace Master to crush him!"

A pockmarked middle-aged man stepped forward, clutching a writhing serpent. "Feed my snake, brat!" he spat, hurling the creature at Fang Lie.

Mid-flight, the snake—Little Cyan—swelled to dozens of yards, its scaled body rippling like a third-rank dragon. It lunged, fangs bared.

Fang Lie sneered and surrendered fully to the Demon Sword’s influence. Killing energy and Hatred flooded his veins, turning his skin pitch-black while crimson light blazed from his eyes. A suffocating aura erupted—strong enough to make the Nascent Soul True Immortal flinch. "Beware!" the elder shouted too late.

Now a puppet to the blade, Fang Lie’s Magic became pure killing energy. His strength skyrocketed past Nascent Soul level. With a casual flick, a hundred-yard Sword Ray split the void. The serpent demon shrieked as its severed sections thudded to earth.

"That’s no ordinary sword!" the old man roared. "It’s a demonic sect’s failed sixth-rank top treasure! He’s sacrificing his life to wield it!"

The snake’s master barely registered the words before Fang Lie’s blade took his head.

Chaos erupted. Fang Lie tore through the crowd like a storm, Sword Rays shredding treasures and cultivators alike—Golden Pool or Purple Palace, none survived a single strike. Screams filled the air as survivors scrambled.

"How? He’s just Qi Sea realm!" someone wailed.

"He’s already dead!" the old man cried. "The sword controls him! We provoked the Fang Family too far—they’d rather burn everything than yield!"

Fang Lie’s blood-red gaze locked onto the elder. The man summoned a fifth-rank treasure and fled, but the Formation’s barrier trapped them all. A black-red Sword Ray arced impossibly, cleaving through Protectiveness and flesh alike.

What followed was methodical slaughter. Cornered cultivators knelt pleading, but mercy had died with Fang Lie’s humanity.

But unfortunately, Fang Lie was now completely possessed, recognizing neither friend nor foe. Even the Ice and Fire Poison Dragon before him would’ve been slain without mercy, let alone these outsiders.

The entire slaughter lasted nearly an hour.

Throughout this time, Fang Lie remained conscious yet powerless, forced to witness every moment. When the last enemy fell, he instantly withdrew his true spirit from the body, causing it to burst into raging flames.

The abandoned Demon Sword plummeted from the sky, stabbing deep into the plaza’s stone floor.

Four hours later, Fang Lie emerged reborn from the Cycle of Fire. Grinning at the old bird, he exclaimed, "Bird Bro, that Demon Sword possession felt incredible! Even now, I’m swimming in new swordsmanship insights!"

"Mm~" The old bird’s eyes sparkled. "Excellent! The sword forced centuries of master alchemist techniques into your mind during possession. Actual combat let your body absorb their essence."

"Others gain nothing from this—they die after one use," the old bird chuckled. "But you? Death’s just a setback! Keep possessing that sword, and you might become a grandmaster!"

"Perfect!" Fang Lie pumped his fist. "Swordsmanship’s tricky to master—this shortcut rocks! Maybe I’ll shame those East Kunlun scumbags with their own techniques!"

"Must you provoke them?" The old bird sighed.

"They ruined my father! I won’t rest until they pay!" Fang Lie growled.

"Fine, but don’t poke the hornet’s nest until you’re stronger," the old bird warned.

"Relax, I got this." Fang Lie changed subjects. "Problem—using the Demon Sword’s full power kills me. Dying’s whatever, but I can’t retrieve the sword afterward. What if enemies steal it next time?"

"Simple," the old bird said. "Cast a Nirvana Guiding Mark Art on it. I’ll sense its location and recall it after your deaths. No more losing track!"

"Genius!" Fang Lie’s eyes lit up. "Never thought to use Guiding Mark Art like that! Gotta mark the sword now!"

He immediately teleported to Qingyu Island.

After retrieving the Demon Sword and imprinting it with the mark, Fang Lie scavenged the battlefield. He collected Sumeru Bags while checking for survivors.

A chilling discovery awaited—his possessed self had slaughtered all hundred invaders. Not one escaped.

Corpses lay mangled, wounds oozing sinister killing energy. This condensed Hatred from eons of deaths proved incurable—the Demon Sword’s killing Sword Ray left terminal wounds.

Thrilled by the sword’s might, Fang Lie hatched a bold plan.

Gathering Mao San and Gou Si, he commanded: "I’m hunting the Four Seas Alliance. Defend home with the protective array. If overwhelmed, flee. Your lives matter most—everything else can be reclaimed later."

Touched, the servants tearfully vowed to protect the villa.

After reiterating their survival priority, Fang Lie departed.

His exit signaled the coming Blood Rain.