Xiahou Ling chose to dodge immediately.
Boom!
The sword energy descended, splitting open the walls of the grand hall, sending debris flying.
"Attack together, take him down!" Xiahou Ling shouted aggressively.
Clang!
As she spoke, a long and bright war knife appeared in Xiahou Ling's hand, exuding the aura of a Precelestial Martial Ancestor.
At the same time, the other prominent figures present also took action, causing their auras to change.
Even though Su Yi had previously killed Bai Mei Wang with a terrifying display of power, at this moment, everyone knew that if they didn't obey Xiahou Ling's command, they and their respective clans would suffer heavy blows and retaliation from the Su family.
Therefore, despite their deep fear, they gritted their teeth and chose to strike.
These prominent figures came from the five top-tier aristocratic families in Gunzhou City, some were affiliated with Xiahou Ling, Pei Wenshan, or Yue Qinghui, and even the weakest among them had cultivation at the Grandmaster Realm.
Their collective attack caused the grand hall to collapse under the overwhelming force, engulfed in dust and debris.
Everyone immediately evaded.
"Keep an eye on the surroundings. If anyone tries to escape, block their way," Su Yi's indifferent voice sounded amidst the dust.
Mu Xi, Shen Jiusong, and others took immediate action to guard the surroundings.
"Kill!"
Amidst the roar, Xiahou Ling wielded her shining war knife, slashing through the air. The cascading sword aura resembled a waterfall, carrying a fierce and domineering power.
At the same time, the nearby group of prominent figures also made their move, wielding their spirit weapons and launching a fierce attack.
A siege was clearly forming!
Boom!
Various formidable forces surged, like a raging torrent overwhelming the sky and earth. Such a scene could easily fill any martial grandmaster with despair.
However, Su Yi's eyes revealed a trace of disdain. Without flinching or evading, his robe fluttered as he suddenly drew his sword.
Clang!
The sword resonated like a tide.
In an instant, a sword qi as vast as a starry river descended from the heavens, overturning the earth and purifying the mundane world.
The swift and extraordinary sword danced with the starry river!
Boom!
The sword qi thunderously struck the ground, spreading in all directions. The void seemed to explode, and the rushing torrent of power was shattered and dispersed by the profound and enchanting sword qi, splashing with brilliant and dazzling light.
The attacks from more than ten martial grandmasters, including the blade qi unleashed by Xiahou Ling, were all forcibly shattered by this single sword.
Some of the prominent figures were even shaken back, their expressions filled with astonishment.
Even Xiahou Ling couldn't help but reveal an unprecedented solemn expression.
"Kill!"
She shouted loudly, taking the lead in attacking Su Yi.
Unlike veteran Precelestial Martial Ancestors like Bai Mei Wang or Cai Jinghai, Xiahou Ling was in her prime and had truly inherited exceptional martial arts. Both her foundation and strength could be considered top-notch in this realm.
Dealing with such an opponent in the Qi Gathering Realm would require Su Yi to exert all his strength.
Su Yi flicked his finger on the sword edge, accompanied by a melodious sword chant, and he lunged forward.
Swish!
The sword rose, as if dividing the clear and turbid, intending to create heaven and earth and tear everything apart.
Under the vast sword aura sweeping across, a loud and intense explosion sounded, and splashes of light rained down. Xiahou Lin, along with his blade, was forcefully shaken and sent flying.
His cheeks flushed red, and his aura surged violently.
Seizing this opportunity--
Su Yi's robe fluttered as he moved like a startled rainbow, flickering in the field. Each time he struck with his sword, it appeared simple and direct, casually beheading a person.
In an instant, blood-soaked heads flew into the air, accompanied by screams, shouts, and roars that filled the ears.
In just a few blinks of an eye.
Nine Grandmasters in the field were beheaded like lambs to the slaughter, collapsing on the spot!
The gruesome scene of slaughter made countless people tremble and change their expressions.
"You scoundrel!"
Xiahou Lin raged, his beard bristling, and he charged once again.
Clang!
In a deafening clash of swords, Xiahou Lin was once again shaken and sent flying. His figure stumbled, and his face turned pale and then green.
Seizing this opportunity, Su Yi struck down three more people with swift and decisive moves!
The clean and efficient method of killing shocked Mu Xi, Shen Jiushong, and the others who were watching from afar, making them gasp in amazement.
What does it mean to be unrivaled?
This is it!
One person, one sword, like a solitary and ethereal swan, with each flicker, beheading heads one after another. From beginning to end, it was unstoppable, killing enemies as easily as slaughtering chickens and dogs.
And he himself, dressed in a pristine blue robe, untainted by the dust of the mortal world, seemed like a celestial being wielding a sword in the mortal realm, swift as the wind!
"Attack!"
Abruptly, a figure appeared behind Su Yi in a mysterious manner, and with an unbelievable speed, a dagger was thrust towards Su Yi's back.
It was Marquis Yushan, Pei Wenshan!
This Grandmaster at the peak of the fourth rank seemed like the most dangerous assassin. Seizing a momentary opportunity, he suddenly launched a ruthless and swift attack.
But even so, the attack missed.
Su Yi seemed to anticipate it, his figure swayed, evading the dangerous strike. He turned around, his gaze fixed on Pei Wenshan.
Pei Wenshan was greatly shocked, his whole body trembling, as if he had been targeted by an ancient ferocious beast.
Among the eighteen external marquises of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Pei Wenshan excelled in the art of assassination.
His illustrious record was that he once assassinated a Heaven-Transcending Martial Ancestor from the Great Wei Dynasty on the border battlefield, gaining fame throughout the world.
But now, facing Su Yi, he felt a fatal threat.
"Not good!"
Pei Wenshan turned to flee. He had absolute trust in his instincts, and his figure flickered, turning into a black streak as he tried to escape.
Swish!
Su Yi's figure moved, appearing seemingly slow in speed, but inconceivably, in the blink of an eye, he was already behind Pei Wenshan, like a fleeting shadow.
"Go!"
Pei Wenshan was indeed a marquis proficient in the art of assassination. Even in such a dire situation, he showed no fear.
The black dagger in his hand transformed into a streak of light, thrusting towards Su Yi from an unimaginable angle.
As this strike was executed, it was visible to the naked eye that his face turned deathly pale, as if his vitality and spirit had been completely drained by this attack.
A sinister stab!
This was Pei Wenshan's last resort, sacrificing his own vitality and spirit to greatly enhance the power of this strike.
Swoosh!
The air seemed to tear apart, emitting a piercing sound.
The speed of the black dagger was astonishing, leaving only a faint trace of light and shadow.
Su Yi appeared completely unresponsive, without evading, allowing the black dagger to directly pierce his chest.
At first, Pei Wenshan was delighted, thinking he had hit his mark.
But in the next moment, his expression changed abruptly.
His dagger, capable of penetrating the body of a Heaven-Transcending Martial Ancestor, after stabbing Su Yi's chest, produced a dull collision sound as if it had struck an indestructible iron plate.
Not to mention killing, it couldn't even penetrate a single millimeter.
"How is this possible?"
Pei Wenshan's eyes widened, unable to believe it!
His dagger, capable of slicing through iron and breaking jade, even a fully cultivated Heaven-Transcending Martial Ancestor wouldn't dare to face it head-on.
But now, Su Yi had managed to block it with just the strength of his physical body!
"How terrifying must his physical strength be to achieve this?"
Pei Wenshan was filled with overwhelming shock, but he had no time to think, because Su Yi had already struck with a palm.
"You should kneel first."
Thump!
Su Yi's left hand, fair and slender, casually slapped down.
But when it landed on Pei Wenshan's shoulder, this marquis who was the most adept at assassination within the Great Zhou Dynasty, immediately knelt on the ground, from head to toe, as if fragile tofu, forcefully suppressed!
Countless bones in his body snapped in an instant!
With a single palm, Pei Wenshan remained kneeling on the ground, unable to rise!
Since the start of the battle until now, more than ten prominent figures had died under Su Yi's hand. Even the mighty Bai Mei Wang had met his end with a single sword.
And now, Marquis Yushan, Pei Wenshan, suffered the same fate as Yue Qing, suppressed on the ground!
Hiss~
A sound of inhaling cold air echoed through the field.
Bai Mei Wang, Tian Yong Hou, Marquis Yushan—were they not all renowned figures that shook the world?
Yet, in Su Yi's hands, they seemed as fragile as paper, unable to withstand a single blow!
"Kill!"
At this moment, Xiahou Lin, raging like a madman, launched another attack. Electric sparks surged in his eyes, and a thunderous sound seemed to accompany him.
"Foolish insects, how laughable."
Su Yi swung his sword and struck out.
Boom!
Xiahou Lin arrived swiftly, but departed even faster, once again being sent flying, his towering figure trembling as if electrified.
This strike shook his entire aura, nearly throwing it into disarray!
However, this time Su Yi did not spare him.
Whoosh!
Su Yi's figure flickered and appeared before Xiahou Lin, his gaze icy.
"Not good!"
At this moment, the esteemed Fire Dome King of the Great Zhou Dynasty felt fear for the first time.
Facing the Third Young Master whom he had previously looked down upon, this Heaven-Transcending Martial Ancestor, who had dominated for many years, felt his feet trembling.
"You should kneel as well."
Su Yi spoke calmly, raising his left hand and once again striking from a distance.
Crack!
Xiahou Lin, deserving of being a Heaven-Transcending Martial Ancestor, at this critical moment, activated all his vital energy and spirit to the utmost.
His entire body seemed to be forged from steel, producing the sound of roaring winds and thunder. It was as if a heavenly dragon was bellowing, and his entire being was bathed in a brilliant and dazzling power.
He resembled a sacred arhat, unparalleled in its holiness.
In the mortal world, the Heaven-Transcending Martial Ancestor was already close to a true cultivator, with a resilient body that was impervious to water and fire, considered by the Daoists as "impermeable."
In the eyes of the Buddhists, the Heaven-Transcending Martial Ancestor possessed the "Adamantine Body."
In the eyes of the Demonic Sect, the body of the Heaven-Transcending Martial Ancestor was the "Pure Demon Embryo."
At this moment, Xiahou Lin had fully unleashed the hidden potential of a Heaven-Transcending Martial Ancestor. Rolling golden light and layers of colorful clouds emanated from his body.
He roared angrily, lifting both hands to block in front of him.
"A mantis trying to stop a chariot."
Su Yi's eyes showed neither joy nor sorrow. His slender and fair palm suddenly became translucent, resembling a piece of green jade glass, with strands of Daoist aura swirling around it.
With the power of his refined Daoist energy, combined with the terrifying foundation of a Grandmaster First Order, how could the strength of this strike be ordinary?
Bang!
Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, Xiahou Lin took Su Yi's palm head-on. His figure remained motionless, seemingly unaffected by even the slightest injury.
"He blocked it?"
As Mu Xi and the others were puzzled, a trace of bewilderment suddenly appeared on Xiahou Lin's face. This bewilderment was like the expression of someone who had experienced tremendous shock, losing their composure and having a blank mind.
"What... What kind of power is this?"
In his bitter and bewildered muttering, a series of cracking bone sounds suddenly echoed within Xiahou Lin's body. His entire body was covered with thin strands of bloodstains, resembling spiderwebs, spreading all over.
Just like a shattered vase.
Finally, he collapsed weakly onto the ground.
Originally, he didn't block this strike, but between Su Yi's palm, his body's tendons and bones were shattered, and his flesh cracked open! However, this force was too powerful and intricate. It finally burst apart several breaths later.
With one palm, Xiahou Lin, the Fire Dome King, was suppressed to the ground!!
In this instant, silence fell over the entire scene. The remaining seven or eight prominent figures were all shocked and panicked, their souls in disarray.
From the outbreak of the battle until now, even though Su Yi was alone, he performed invincible scenes one after another.
So what if he was a Heaven-Transcending Martial Ancestor?
He couldn't withstand the might of a single sword or the strength of a palm!
However, at this moment, Su Yi didn't stop at all. With his sword in hand, he stepped forward in the arena, his eyes devoid of any emotional fluctuations.
Puff! Puff! Puff!
Almost with a snap of his fingers, he killed one person after another, heads flying and blood splattering like a waterfall.
Those prominent figures did not fail to dodge, nor did they fail to resist with all their might. But in the face of Su Yi's killing intent, they appeared so powerless, like ants being annihilated.
Some tried to escape but had their retreat blocked by Mu Xi and the others. In the end, they tragically lost their lives under Su Yi's sword.
Soon, the prominent figures in the arena were all killed, their heads rolling and the ground stained with blood.
Silence enveloped the entire scene.
This place was originally the main hall of the Governor's Mansion, but now it had turned into a bloody ruin.
Fu Shan, Nie Beihu, Madam Wen, and others who were hiding in a distant corner were paralyzed with fear, their eyes vacant.
These gruesome scenes of death also stirred up turmoil in Mu Xi, Shen Jiushong, and the others, leaving them unable to calm themselves.
Too powerful!
From the moment the battle started until now, it had only been a momentary effort. Yet Xiahou Lin and the other prominent figures, who were previously imposing, had all been mercilessly slaughtered by Su Yi!
At this point, Duke Tianyong was kneeling, Marquis Yushan, Pei Wenshan, and Fire Dome King Xiahou Lin were also kneeling. The others were lying dead in the arena!
Looking at Su Yi, dressed in a clean blue robe, untouched by the dust, standing with his sword amidst the bloody scene, he appeared exceptionally striking.
Further away, the soldiers stationed near the Governor's Mansion had long been alarmed. However, when they saw this scene from afar, they stood there in a daze, their bodies trembling.
No one dared to approach!
They saw Su Yi stepping through the ruins, picking up the Dustblade Sword that had been left behind, and wiping off the dust on the blade with his hand before putting it away.
Then, he casually took out a rattan chair, lazily sitting in front of Xiahou Lin, Yue Qing, and Pei Wenshan, the three prominent figures who were kneeling there.
After thinking for a moment, Su Yi spoke indifferently, "Now, I'll give you a chance. Release those people who are involved with me."
Yue Qing's voice was hoarse as he asked, "If we do that, will you let us go?"
"No, you must die. I need to take your heads as sacrifices."
Su Yi shook his head, "As long as you cooperate obediently, the only thing I can guarantee is that the mistakes you have made will not implicate your respective families and friends."
His words sounded casual, but the implications made Yue Qing, Pei Wenshan, and Xiahou Lin pale as if struck by lightning.