Impossible to resist!
The emerald green willow branch emitted green radiance. It seemed extremely soft, but when it truly charged forward, it was harder than divine iron. With a "puff", it pierced the flying jiao in mid-air. Streams of blood trickled down along the green and lustrous tender branch, strange and mysterious.
The flying jiao could no longer make a sound. All its scales lost their luster in an instant. It was terrified to the extreme and its vitality and spirit were rapidly disappearing. Its whole body trembled uncontrollably.
"What happened, Uncle Jiao!" Jiao Peng, who was riding on the fierce jiao, shouted. Fear filled his heart.
This was a terrifying scene. This jiao was as thick as a water vat, tens of meters long, its body covered with dense scales and it had a pair of huge wings, powerful and fierce. But it was pierced in mid-air by a slender willow branch and couldn't move at all. Very strange!
"How could this be?!" The powerful ones exclaimed.
Was this the sacrificial spirit of a mountain village? How could it be so terrifying? With just one strike, it pierced through the body of such a powerful fierce beast.
"Quick, save it!" The middle-aged man Jiao Cang from Luofu Great Marsh shouted loudly.
More than ten figures emerged from the forest and rushed over at top speed. The palms of their hands glowed and runes flickered. For a moment, beams of light reached the sky, covering the entrance of the village. These people attacked the willow tree together.
The Lei Clan, the Zishan Family, the Jinlang Tribe, etc. were all shocked. On the surface, only a few people from Luofu Great Marsh came, but secretly there was a group of people following, well-prepared.
However, it was all too late. In just an instant, the huge flying jiao in the sky had already lost its spirit. Its shining scales seemed to have experienced ten thousand years and began to crack. The entire body rapidly aged and finally broke apart and fell down.
This kind of change was too terrifying. A flying jiao with extremely fierce might, comparable to the powerful ones present, just turned to dust like this, as if it had died of old age!
Jiao Peng was frightened and fell to the ground. He was truly scared out of his wits. How powerful was this sacrificial spirit? He scrambled and rolled outward, no longer having the slightest arrogance. His small face turned pale and his whole body trembled.
There was a drop of gray liquid on the green and tender branch, gently rolling and emitting a vigorous vitality. This was extracted from the body of the flying jiao and absorbed by it.
All of this happened in the blink of an eye. From the flying jiao being pierced, to quickly breaking apart, and then falling to the ground, it was all completed in an instant.
And the dozen or so powerful ones who leaped out from the primeval forest also happened to rush forward. Various kinds of lights danced and runes filled the sky. There were shadows of ancient birds and forms of fierce beasts, surrounded by dazzling lights, attacking the charred willow tree.
"Whoosh!"
The willow branch spread out, transforming into a green chain. It traced a beautiful trajectory in the air. It looked light and crystalline, but the terrifying consequence it caused made people tremble with fear!
"Puff"
The willow branch swayed past and cut a master in half at the waist. It seemed weak but was comparable to a divine blade, directly cutting the person in two. Blood gushed out.
"That is?!" Everyone was stunned.
This was just the beginning. All the masters who rushed forward were within the range of its lustrous green light.
The willow branch swayed, fluttering with the wind. Streams of green radiance bloomed one after another, stretching across the sky. It was like a divine whip and also like a fairy sword, cutting one master after another into two pieces or splitting them directly in half.
This kind of attack was too terrifying. Clearly it was just a willow branch, but the killing power it caused was equivalent to a sharp weapon crossing the sky, cutting down all enemies!
"Puff", "Puff"...
Blood splashed and the sounds continued. The willow branch gently swept past and groups of corpses fell to the ground, either cut off or split in two. Blooms of blood flowers bloomed one after another.
The evening glow reddened the horizon, dyeing the entire village with a layer of golden brilliance. Under this setting sun, on a charred willow tree, a tender branch swayed, crystal clear and indescribably beautiful. And on the ground, there were piles of corpses, blood-stained. This scene was imprinted in the minds of every powerful one, making them unforgettable for life.
It was just this simple. A group of powerful ones from Luofu Great Marsh were all killed in an instant without the slightest suspense. Seeing this, a group of powerful ones felt chills all over their bodies and cold air rushed out.
"Ah..."
Jiao Peng screamed. He was scared out of his wits. Several corpses fell on him and blood sprayed all over his head and face. He crawled and rolled, crying and fleeing back.
The middle-aged man Jiao Cang from Luofu Great Marsh's face was as pale as snow, completely drained of color. He broke out in a cold sweat and a great fear enveloped his heart.
How powerful was this sacrificial spirit?!
The powerful ones who were calm and composed earlier were all stunned. Just a moment ago, they still despised Stone Village, completely ignored it and treated the suanni precious bone and the distribution of the three young birds as if no one else was around. Now, each one was horrified.
Shi Feijiao and a group of simple men, as well as a group of kids, and the women and elders who came upon hearing the news, all opened their mouths wide and stared blankly at all this, unable to believe it!
This was too shocking. A willow branch cut through heaven and earth, killing the heroes. It made people tremble.
For decades, the willow tree had never communicated with the villagers and had no abnormal performance. But now it caused such a shocking result, giving people an unreal feeling.
Perhaps only the clan leader in seclusion and one or two others would not be surprised. Because decades ago, on that rainy night with thunder and lightning, they witnessed an even more terrifying scene.
"Wow..." Jiao Peng finally crawled out of the pile of dead bodies and fled to Jiao Cang's side. He hugged his leg, crying and shouting. He was overly frightened.
Only until this moment was the peace broken. The powerful ones gradually came to their senses from the horror, with awe and fear, not daring to look directly at the willow tree.
Jiao Cang, the powerful one from Luofu Great Marsh, had a sense of unwillingness and even more fear. Standing at the entrance of the village, he said: "Powerful sacrificial spirit, please forgive my ignorance and offense..."
Before he finished speaking, a gentle breeze blew. The willow branch swayed, bringing a hazy mist and dropped down. With a "puff", the willow branch pierced through his right arm.
"Ah..."
A scream came. No matter how hard Jiao Cang struggled, it was useless. The divine radiance in his body rapidly drained. His right arm was drying up and then cracking. With a "puff", it broke like rotten wood and fell off.
Jiao Peng wailed 悲惨 ly. He was right below, holding Jiao Cang's legs. Hit by this cracked and dry arm and seeing the crystalline branch above his head, he rolled his eyes and fainted from excessive fright.
Jiao Cang forced a bitter smile. Not only did he lose an arm, his cultivation was also half ruined. He staggered, his heart extremely bitter. Just a moment ago, he was still high above, looking down on the villagers, deciding life and death with a single thought. Never thought that in just a moment, he would be ruined and become a useless person.
Two slightly older teenagers from Luofu Great Marsh came forward and supported Jiao Cang. These two geniuses' hands were shaking and their hearts were trembling. Everything they saw earlier was forever imprinted in their hearts and would be impossible to erase in this life.
The powerful ones were as quiet as cicadas in winter. There was a great fear in their hearts. This sacrificial spirit was too terrifying, making people's bones cold.
The Jinlang Tribe, the Lei Clan, and the Zishan Family, all these people were afraid. Just earlier, they were still discussing how to deal with Stone Village and wanted to seize the suanni precious bone. Now, this scene made their hair stand on end.
Everyone regretted to death. If they knew this willow tree was so amazing, they wouldn't have come here to say a word even if they were given precious tools.
"Hey, weren't you going to rob our precious bone? Come and take it." A group of kids were very indignant. After their emotions stabilized, they all broke out.
"The Jinlang Tribe, Luofu Great Marsh, and also the Lei Clan and the Zishan Family. Weren't you high above and completely ignoring us earlier? Why are your faces pale now?" Er Meng said straightforwardly.
"Also, weren't there a few powerful ones from some clans earlier who said they would massacre our Stone Village?" Snotty Boy also clenched his small fist and brought up the old scores.
Hearing this, all the powerful ones shivered. Their scalps tingled and they quickly looked at the willow tree, afraid that it would show its divine might again.
"Little brother, those were all jokes. Don't take them seriously and don't hold them in your heart."
A group of powerful ones sweated coldly. Their status was so noble. How could they care about these villagers on ordinary days? Wherever they went, they were highly respected. How dare such villages and mountain people disobey? But now, they had to force themselves to apologize to the villagers.
"Big brother, do you think this misunderstanding can be put aside? We will have a generous reward in the future." The leader of the Jinlang Tribe spoke, looking at Shi Linhu and other strong men.
Chi!
A green radiance flashed. The willow tree moved. That branch rapidly dropped and pierced through one of his shoulders. Immediately, half of his body's blood dried up. One arm cracked and fell off. This body was half ruined. The symptoms were exactly the same as Jiao Cang's.
Then, the willow branch moved rapidly, like a divine spear, piercing through seven or eight powerful ones in a row. They either said they would massacre Stone Village or had issued threats before. Now, the tender branch took away a large amount of their life essence.
"You all leave." Shi Linhu said.
A group of powerful ones trembled. The willow tree was too terrifying. They simply couldn't resist it. Unless they informed the clan masters and had them come in person, otherwise, all the powerful ones here were purely seeking death.
A group of people rushed out of Stone Village. The leader of the Jinlang Tribe, Jiao Cang from Luofu Great Marsh wore a bitter smile. The uncle of the Zishan Marquis and the old servant of the Lei Clan didn't say a word. This time, they were completely defeated.
Only the people from Yuntian Palace could remain calm because they didn't have any losses. The old man led the two beautiful little girls, narrowed his eyes and didn't say much. The two little girls blinked their big eyes and looked towards Stone Village, really wanting to speak but were stopped by him.
The evening glow had already disappeared and it was dark. Looking from afar, a willow tree in Stone Village emitted a hazy halo, covering the entire village.
"There are tens of millions of our people and the territory of the tribe is vast. It treated us like this. Isn't it afraid of a great disaster?" One li away from Stone Village, someone was indignant.
"Be sure to inform the clan master and have them come out of the mountains in person. Not to mention anything else, neither the suanni precious bone nor this sacrificial spirit can be missed!" Someone was ruthless.
However, as soon as the words were finished, even at such a distance, the sacrificial spirit sensed it. A fresh green willow branch with radiance actually stretched for more than one li and lashed over.
"Puff", "Puff"...
All those who were ruthless were cut off their bodies. It was as if they were slashed by the sharpest demonic blade across the sky, separating their upper bodies from their lower bodies and blood gushed out.
The leaders of each clan also suffered injuries. The old servant of the Lei Clan and the uncle of the Zishan Marquis both lost a palm, broken at the wrist, as a warning.
The powerful ones' scalps went numb and they didn't dare to say another word. They fled overnight, all sacrificing precious tools. The brilliant lights adhered to the ground and rushed towards the depths of the primeval forest.