Chapter 484: Only Knowing How to Shout 666

"Fellow Daoist Tang, what do you think?" Atop the command deck of the flying vessel in the sky, several luxuriously dressed men stared intently at the reflection of the Haotian Academy before them, their expressions grave. "The ambition of this Wentian Sword Palace is now clear as day."

"How should I know?!" The elder clad in a sleek black robe, his face etched with ancient severity, tightly clutched a communication jade. "This old man has already sent word back. What path to choose is no longer within my power to decide!"

"The mountain-protecting grand array of the Haotian Academy could not even withstand a single strike. I fear it truly is that personage, without a doubt!" remarked another man, his purple robes adorned with patterns of gold and jade, a short beard lining his cheeks.

"How could that be?! Did that individual not perish long ago?!"

An elder of the Wentian Sword Palace standing beside them let out a sneer, as if mocking his ignorance. "It is not merely that single individual!"

"What on earth does your Wentian Sword Palace intend to do?!"

The elder’s countenance darkened instantly. "What we desire—is it possible you still cannot perceive it by now?!"

"After today, beneath this heaven, there shall remain only two kinds of people." His voice carried a bottomless, biting chill. "Those who submit, and those who die!"

Meanwhile, on the opposite side of the firmament, a colossal dharma vessel spanning miles in length rose into the sky from the deepest valleys of the Haotian Academy.

Aboard the vessel of the Wentian Sword Palace, the dragon head at the very prow parted its jaws wide. In its center, a rectangular tablet suddenly emerged, carved with the pattern of the Seven Stars, appearing like stone yet possessing the texture of jade. As this jade wall revealed itself, constellation after constellation began to ignite across the massive hull of the flying ship. Against the pitch-black frame of the vessel, they kindled one by one, like stars illuminating the vast sky in the dead of night.

High above the Haotian Academy, every soul could feel an incredibly terrifying power gathering in the heavens.

The sky, which had been obscured by malevolent aura, suddenly tore open into countless fissures. It was as though a certain power above the firmament had been stirred, and under the guidance of that dharma vessel, it cascaded downward!

"Quickly! Leave at once!" Elder Yu cried out in horror as he beheld that destructive radiance suspended high in the air, the dim sky appearing to fracture into innumerable cracks in an instant. "Quickly! Go as far as you can!"

In the next heartbeat, countless pillars of light descended from the heavens!

The earth was pierced through in an instant, and the overabundance of energy surged deep into the ley lines, causing the entire ground to roll and heave like ocean waves. With the beams of light as centers, the surrounding earth pressed upward, shattered, and then turned the surrounding soil and stone into a tempest of annihilation!

Nearly the entirety of the Haotian Academy was enveloped within this destructive light; in this moment, the academy seemed to plunge into the end of days!

Those few dharma vessels that had just taken flight were, in the blink of an eye, completely pierced through by the descending white beams along with their external defensive arrays, their hulls instantly disintegrating!

"Nangong Lin! Have you gone mad?!" that elder of the Tang Clan roared in fury. "The disciples of our great clans are still down there!"

"You even dare to attack the Haotian Academy, I see you have lost your mind entirely!" the other purple-robed, short-bearded man said, utterly exasperated.

The old man slammed the melon in his hand heavily onto the table, patted the surface, and strode outward. "You ask this seat to watch here, so this seat shall watch?! What an absolute joke!"

"Refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit!" that elder sneered. "Did you think the vessels of our Wentian Sword Palace are something you can board and leave at your whim?"

The man in the tailored purple robe sneered back, "Nangong Xiao, with you alone, what can you possibly do to me?"

An elder at the rear subconsciously glanced at the spiritual melon, as if contemplating whether it was poisoned.

Before taking even two steps, he saw that within the elder's hand, at some unknown point, a murderous aura had erupted, his eyes turning ferocious.

A profoundly cold essence spread through the area, as if seeping into the very marrow of their bones, directly entering the meridians of everyone present.

The elder gave a cold laugh, "Open your dog eyes and watch closely! Nangong Xiao, forty-ninth generation elder of the Nangong Clan, respectfully invokes Earth Sword Grave Thirty-Seven: Qingshuang!"

A flash of purple light erupted, and the man who had just claimed he would go down to aid the battle found one of his arms severed cleanly at the shoulder!

Fresh blood spurted forth, splashing across the scene!

The elder gasped for air like a fish out of water, his face twisted into an even more distorted expression due to his pallor. "Do the rest of you still wish to try? This seat guarantees absolutely that I can slaughter you all before becoming a sword slave!"

...

At this moment, within the Haotian Academy, a movement finally occurred. A sliver of golden twilight burst forth from the depths of the academy, and the pale golden mist transformed into a vast golden cloud, covering the sky above the academy at extreme speed.

Throughout the Haotian Academy, the buildings and the earth were nearly half-destroyed in an instant, on the verge of complete ruin, and countless disciples were injured or killed. Yet now, they were shielded by this golden twilight.

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