In the frigid lands, after my exile, I began to slay demons and monsters.

Chapter 65 The Enfeoffment of the Tushan Clan

The Blood Shadow Sword of the Flame Dance Rakshasa was blocked for a moment. Ning Xiaoxi subconsciously took a step with her wooden steps to avoid the Flame Dance Rakshasa's attack. The ultimate fist technique of the Shattering Star Fist, Shattering Star Annihilation, fell straight towards the Flame Dance Rakshasa's head.

Taking advantage of this moment, Lingjingxin brought Bai Qingnian's heart into the cave and placed it on the fountain where it usually stayed. Strangely, the heart continued to beat slowly and powerfully. The jade cabbage, already placed in the fountain, rolled around happily in the water.

The little figure stealthily transformed its tiny hand into a sharp knife, severing the ropes binding Ning Ziqing. Ning Ziqing sensed the chaotic interplay of spiritual, demonic, and magical energy in the area, causing his own spiritual energy to surge wildly, threatening to burst forth. He quickly calmed himself, taming the turbulent energy and guiding it back into circulation. Seeing Ning Ziqing sit cross-legged, the little figure swayed and pressed itself against his chest, pulling open his robes and slipping inside.

By this time, the twins had already grabbed the third couple.

"You dare to do this, you brat!" A furious shout rang out, and a burst of sparks flew as it pierced the twin men.

Sensing the force of the wind-breaking attack, the twin men knew they couldn't withstand it, so they dropped the man and woman they were holding. They exchanged another glance, then leaped into the formation, simultaneously stabbing their hands into their hearts.

"Want to die? Not so easy!" A pair of spirit whips suddenly appeared, wrapping around the two men's arms and pulling them out of the array's range.

The Flame Dance Rakshasa was engulfed in brilliant flames, burning the shattered stars that Ning Xiaoxi had torn down to ashes. Black flames ignited on the Blood Shadow Sword as it thrust straight towards Ning Xiaoxi.

Ning Xiaoxi's eyes widened in surprise. She quickly instructed Lingjingxin to add a layer of spiritual crystal protection to herself. The spiritual crystal shield, which was a foot thick, appeared solidly and shimmered with light.

"Yanwu, you've been hiding long enough. Give me back Bai Qingnian's heart." An aged figure descended from the sky with immense pressure, silently deflecting the Blood Shadow Sword with a single slash.

"Zuo Daniu!" Seeing the burly old man fall before her, Yanwu Luosha narrowed her eyes and asked in a sorrowful tone, "Where is Youmeng?" As she asked, she quietly took a step back.

Zuo Daniu curled his lip in disdain. "Since I'm here, what do you say?"

Flame Dance Rakshasa chuckled softly, blood flowing from her arm onto her sword. The Blood Shadow Sword began to tremble slowly, black flames burned around it, demonic runes appeared on her demonic armor, and monstrous demonic power surged, covering the entire sky with dark clouds.

"For the sake of my Lord's resurrection, what fear is there of this body? Youmeng, we have known each other for ten thousand years, let us become one with this world today!"

It seemed as if countless wronged souls were screaming and tearing at each other within the Blood Shadow Sword, squeezed by magical power, and finally compressed together.

"Blood Demon World Annihilation Sphere!"

The old man held two knives in his hands, the blades shimmering with light. "Heaven's will follows my will, man and heaven are one!" He raised his two knives, connecting them to the sky. Endless spiritual power surged, and he used his own spiritual power to stir up the winds and clouds of heaven and earth. A tornado roared towards the Blood Demon World-Destroying Sphere.

A bright smile spread across Yanwu Rakshasa's face, her blood burning like flames, and then she leaped into the center of the formation.

After the tornado collided with the World Destroyer Sphere, the Blood Demon World Destroyer Sphere was rapidly torn apart, shattered, and finally disappeared.

"Roar!"

Burning blood flowed along the obsidian array, and the already weakened sealing runes began to tremble violently, with cracks spreading rapidly like a spider web.

With a deafening roar, the black dragon's long-accumulated power finally erupted. Its massive body forced its way out of the narrow crack in the seal, its black scales rubbing against the seal's edge, sparks flying. Each scale was like a shield, hard and gleaming, radiating a cold, eerie light, its patterns seemingly containing ancient, mysterious power, now pulsating with rage and liberation.

The black dragon's head emerged first, its blood-red eyes like two burning hellfires, staring intently at the world before it. The images of Zuo Daniu, Tianjie, Tianyou, and Ning Xiaoxi were imprinted in its eyes. It opened its blood-red maw and once again let out that roar that could change the very heavens and earth. This time, the roar was filled with the exhilaration of regaining freedom and boundless hatred for those who had sealed it away in the past.

Its whiskers danced wildly in the air, thick and powerful, each one seemingly capable of snapping a stone pillar. Its horns were incredibly sharp, pointing upwards as if to pierce the clouds. As its body fully broke free, the black dragon stretched its massive, sky-covering form, unleashing a howling wind that uprooted surrounding boulders and trees. Amidst the churning clouds, a crack seemed to tear open, and the black dragon twisted its body and plunged into it, instantly closing the crack.

For a moment, the field came to a standstill.

Tianjie had just landed beside the Wind-Breaking Spear, his hand gripping the shaft. Tianyou had just slammed the twin men to the ground. The foot-thick spirit crystal shield in front of Ning Xiaoxi was still shimmering. Ning Ziqing had just sat down to calm the chaotic spiritual energy within his body.

Zuo Daniu stared at the dilapidated obsidian formation, the strategist's body torn to pieces, and the surging lake water and churning corpses from the gaping hole in the middle of the island. The black dragon had appeared too quickly and torn through space to escape too fast; he hadn't even had time to react before it was gone, and a sense of crisis washed over him.

When Chief Secretary Fang, the Tushan clan chief, and the others arrived, all they saw was a dilapidated island in the middle of the lake and corpses scattered all over the ground.

The Tushan clan chief led all the Tushan people to kneel in front of the totem pole in the square. The twin men were tied to the sacrificial pole, their bodies tattered and on the verge of death.

"Chief Tushan, I cannot say much about this incident, but I must take Tushan Buli and Tushan Buqi back with me." Zuo Daniu stood solemnly in front of the totem pole. "Before leaving, I will set up a barrier talisman in the Tushan territory, and the Tushan people shall not leave the territory for the time being. If any people have gone out, please recall them as soon as possible and wait for the final judgment of the King and the Pavilion Master."

The Tushan clan chief looked at Tushan Buli and Tushan Buqi with a pale face, spitting out a mouthful of black blood. He waved his hand to stop his clansmen from stepping forward. The Tushan clan chief lowered his head and said in a deep voice, "No matter what decision His Majesty and the Pavilion Master make this time, the Tushan clan will have no objection. From this day forward, the Tushan clan will be sealed off and will not come out for a hundred years."

"Clan leader?"

"Clan leader?"

The Tushan clan chief raised his hand, and everyone knelt down and wept bitterly.

"Since we've made a mistake, we must admit it. Our ancestors fought alongside the Xia and Shang kings against demons, but now we, their descendants, are colluding with them." The old clan chief choked up and coughed up blood again. "Even if the king and the sect leader want to destroy Tushan, it's their own fault. Requesting to be sealed off as a clan is already shameless an attempt to survive."

“Vice Pavilion Master,” the Tu Shan clan chief turned to Zuo Daniu, “our Tu Shan clan will make every effort to compensate for the losses caused to Lord Dijie and Lord Wu City this time.”

Zuo Daniu sighed silently. The Tushan clan, with its thousand-year heritage, was about to be destroyed.