"Green Fire Sword" Dao Yuan, wielding the godly Sword Control, didn't compete for those earthly spiritual medicines. Instead, relying on the flying sword's speed, he charged straight into the deepest part of Immortal Ridge.

A group of crude martial artists only cared for the meager benefits before their eyes.

Didn't they know that the First Grade Daoist inheritance in Immortal Ridge was the true treasure?

Even more, seeing how extraordinary the other party was, there could even be secrets that lead above First Grade!

With this thought, Dao Yuan's heart grew even more fervent.

He was a Loose Cultivator Daoist, with a broken inheritance. By affiliating with the White Tiger Sect and receiving a substantial supply of resources, he had managed to cultivate to the Third Grade, which was already the limit.

If he could obtain the First Grade inheritance of the Wuding Sect, his future would be promising!

The flying sword boomed with the sound of Finger-shocking Thunder, covering over ten miles in the blink of an eye.

Then, utilizing the soul that resided in the flying sword through an out-of-body experience, Dao Yuan saw someone!

A person with shoulder-length white hair, a youthful face, old and profound eyes, and an extremely terrifying aura!

"Probably enough now!"

Zhong Shenxiu stretched lazily, "Two Third Grade Daoists, six Second Grade Martial Artists... A mix of cultivation techniques, no need to collect them one by one."

That's right!

His purpose in setting up this inheritance and causing so much chaos was to fish for talents!

However, Zhong Shenxiu didn't fish one by one – he found it too troublesome – he preferred to scatter bait and then use a big net to scoop it all up!

Even special nets with fine mesh, so not even the young fish could escape!

"Two Third Grade Daoists? What does that mean?"

A shock went through Dao Yuan's heart, and then he saw the young man stretch out his right foot and stomp on the ground.

Puff!

An invisible yet substantial soul was forced out, manifesting into a thin-faced, sly-looking Daoist: "Senior, spare my life!"

"There really were Third Grade Daoists lurking? How did I not notice?"

Dao Yuan was deeply alarmed, recognizing the Third Grade Daoist as the Hundred Ghosts Daoist, a well-known Loose Cultivator for his narrow-mindedness and ruthless actions.

But at that moment, the Third Grade soul of the Hundred Ghosts Daoist was pinched in Zhong Shenxiu's hand as if holding a small chicken.

A snap was heard.

The Hundred Ghosts Daoist's soul dispersed, and he was gone from this world!

"You stay as well!"

Zhong Shenxiu glanced at Dao Yuan.

Dao Yuan instantly felt as if the soul within the flying sword was struck by lightning, severely wounded by just a look!

He instinctively exhausted his True Yuan, driving the flying sword, trying to escape.

But Zhong Shenxiu simply reached out to gently scoop it up, capturing the flying sword in his hand, and extinguished its soul effortlessly: "Hmm... this flying sword can also be turned into a Third Grade Daoist inheritance!"

He imbued previously Soul Searched Daoist scriptures from Dao Yuan into the flying sword, casually tossing it into the ground.

With his power, he could Soul Search and take the entire inheritance while killing someone.

The gathering of so many Martial Artist Daoists was enough to significantly enhance the impoverished Erha Armory with a massive upgrade!

"What's going on?"

Du Du and Hua Mantang, along with other Second Grade Martial Artists, were slower and only saw Zhong Shenxiu holding the flying sword, smiling at them.

Yet every Second Grade Martial Artist present felt impending doom, wishing they could turn around and flee immediately.

"Who are you?"

Du Du shouted.

"Plum trees are planted in Daohua Village, dining on the wind and drinking the dew just like immortals!"

Zhong Shenxiu stretched lazily, indifferently saying, "I am... the East Sea Swordman, specially here to borrow the heads of you gentlemen!"

"A First Grade... Daoist or Martial Artist?"

Hua Mantang's hands trembled, "Even if you are First Grade, the sects behind us also have First Grade powerhouses. Do you really mean to make enemies with the whole world?"

"For enemies? You all..."

Zhong Shenxiu extended a finger and shook it, smiling, "Don't flatter yourselves!"

Du Wan and the others were taken aback, soon realizing that this East Sea Swordsman was saying they were not worthy to be his enemies, which made them extremely angry.

"Even if you are a First Grade Martial Artist, you can't be so arrogant and overbearing!"

Du Du roared righteously, "Everyone split up!"

A Second Grade Martial Artist might not be able to beat a First Grade, but scattering and fleeing was still no problem.

Then, they could mobilize the First Grade ancestors from various families to surround and suppress this shameless man.

Zhong Shenxiu stood in the air, like a relegated immortal from the celestial palace, emotionless, and seemed like a deity looking down from above, proclaiming, "Elemental power serves my sword, all beings are mine to extinguish!"

As soon as his words fell, the elemental energy of heaven and earth roared towards him, forming a terrifying tidal force!

Boom!

Under the horrendous pressure, the gaseous elemental energy solidified, compressed... turning into giant white swords.

One of the giant swords, with its tip pointed at Du Du, crashed down!

"Ah! Heaven Star descends with Evil Qi, White Tiger onto my body!"

Du Du, formerly known as the White Tiger Killing God, was now like a small, clawing cat, frantically channeling his True Yuan, transforming into a giant White Tiger.

Threads of Evil Qi emerged, giving the White Tiger an aura of black and red. It seemed as though a single swipe of its paw could destroy mountains – he was clearly using some secret technique to stimulate his True Yuan, prepared to fight to the death.

Pff!

The giant white sword sliced from the head to the tail of the white tiger without obstruction, as simply as tearing a sheet of paper.

The vast white tiger phantom exploded into nothingness, revealing Du Du, torn apart!

There were six heavenly swords in total, flying towards six Second Grade Martial Artists. No matter how well they hid, they were all exposed to Zhong Shenxiu's eyes.

"Ah! Senior, spare my life, please!"

"I am the grandson of a First Grade member of the Heavenly Gate Sect, let me go!"

"I'm going all out!"

The Second Grade Martial Artists, who were capable of shattering mountains with a single palm, now roared in frenzy, the sound waves alone causing lower Grade Martial Artists' eardrums to bleed.

Then, one by one, they all died.

This scene, not to mention the outsiders like Shen Mo, even people like Mu Yuanliu were stunned, "The East Sea Swordsman... why have we never heard this name before? Regardless, his name must shake the world today!"

Mu Yuanliu turned to look at the white-haired youth, then at themselves, and couldn't help but panic, "Not good, run!"

"Those who violate my sacred place shall be killed without mercy!"

With a casual gesture from Zhong Shenxiu, the six swords made of elemental energy exploded violently, turning into countless white lights that recklessly harvested lives, player or Martial Artist alike.

Aside from a few individuals with good martial skills and better luck, the area near Immortal Ridge quickly became a mire of blood and flesh.

"This..."

Shen Mo and the other players were almost scared witless.

Initially, they thought that the few Second Grade Martial Artists were the peak of combat power, which was frightening enough.

But they hadn't expected that the Swordsman who appeared later was even more outrageous!

If a Second Grade was considered a walking missile, then the other party was a walking nuclear bomb.

With a simple raise of the hand, he could destroy heavens and earth, and whether they were high or low grade Martial Artists, thousands were dying...

"Such an existence, such an existence..."

Shen Mo, distraught, was carried away by other players who had narrowly escaped with their lives.

Zhong Shenxiu didn't bother with them but simply raised a hand and pointed.

A ring of Black Fog emerged, continuously expanding, enveloping the marsh of flesh and blood.

The flesh dissolved completely, and skeletons stood up; using cloth, paper, and even earth, metal, or stones, they recorded their lifelong knowledge. Then, they discarded it casually to the side and started to wander aimlessly...

"Good, the instance is built."

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