Seeing Lin Xun trapped, many cultivator’s expressions lit up with excitement. Without hesitation, they unleashed all sorts of Emperor-grade weapons, aiming to kill him on the spot. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! “Activate the forbidden weapon! Kill him!” someone shouted viciously, eyes filled with hatred. “Everyone, we’ve got no way out. No one can escape this world. If we don’t kill him now, even if we survive today, we’ll still die when we cross paths with him again!” A black-robed man growled, his face grim. As he spoke, he spat out a strange talisman, like a mouthful of scarlet blood. It rapidly expanded, transforming into a blood-red diagram tens of thousands of feet wide. It pulsed with a malevolent aura, as if it could crush the earth and obliterate the heavens. Within it, terrifying illusions unfolded. It was like an apocalyptic scene of demons rampaging across the world. The formation descended with the ancient bronze umbrella, sealing Lin Xun inside, trying to refine him into nothing but pulp and blood. Screams echoed like wailing ghosts as blood mist churned. “Hurry! This is our only chance! Kill him now! Don’t hold back, destroy this bastard!” screamed someone screamed in a frenzy. Seeing this, the crowd was swept up in the moment. Their earlier fear had now transformed into ecstatic bloodlust and desperation. Lin Xun’s brow furrowed. The ancient bronze umbrella was no ordinary Emperor weapon. It was imbued with a strange will, possibly the remnant aura of an Ancestor of a Dao Path. Furthermore, the blood-red talisman was no common artifact either. It contained countless forbidden spells and the phantoms of myriad spirits howling within, making it deeply sinister. “Kill! We must kill him!” With a chorus of furious shouts, dozens of Emperor-grade weapons roared to life, slicing through the heavens and unleashing divine brilliance. A terrifying killing intent flooded the skies, shaking the world. It was like a catastrophe had descended. Explosions, divine light and destructive force erupted in all directions, ripping through the land and leaving devastation in their wake. “This time, he’ll definitely die, right?” someone muttered, trembling. “No, he...he...he’s not dead!” But then, everyone was aghast. In the distance, a radiant torrent of dao light surged into the sky. Lin Xun had seized the ancient bronze umbrella and teleported to another area. The terrifying siege hadn’t even touched him. Instead, it obliterated only the surrounding area. “No—!” The scholarly man cried out in horror. With a causal wave, Lin Xun suppressed the ancient bronze umbrella into the Limitless Abyss Sword Cauldron, and the scholar who had been connected to it spat out blood, his face going pale. The sight left many trembling with fear. He had seized an Emperor weapon with bare hands! “Don’t panic! He’s still trapped within the formation of my Great Blood Demon Talisman!” The black-robed man roared. “Everyone, act quickly! Let’s get rid of him once and for all.” Everyone looked up, and sure enough, they saw the blood-colored talisman surging where Lin Xun stood, forming rippling waves of blood-colored light that suppressed him from all sides. Everyone struck again, unleashing secret treasures without hesitation. The sky was instantly flooded with dazzling, multicolored divine light. An ancient dao sword emerged from Lin Xun’s Limitless Abyss Sword Cauldron, radiating flowing purple brilliance. It slashed straight toward the blood-red talisman. The sword swept across the air like a rainbow arc, ringing with sharp clanging sounds. Though the blood-colored talisman was an exceptional treasure, it began to fracture under the force of the strike, fine cracks spreading rapidly across its surface. Finally, amidst a blinding burst of divine light, the talisman shattered with a thunderous crack, disintegrating into a rain of blood-colored light that scattered across the sky. Lin Xun let out a silent sigh. He had originally intended to subdue the talisman for himself, but the situation had been too tense so he was forced to destroy it with brute force. “My treasure!” the black-robed man cried in anguish, as if his beloved possession had been torn from his soul. In that instant, Lin Xun began his counterattack. He moved like a god descending upon the mortal realm, unstoppable and divine. The Limitless Abyss Sword Cauldron surged with terrifying might, crushing Emperor weapons mid-air and shattering mountains and seas. His every strike radiated boundless, devastating power. The battle instantly turned one-sided. Hope vanished. The remaining Emperors no longer dared to fight and scattered in terror. They had tried everything—sieges, powerful treasures, and overwhelming forces, but Lin Xun remained unscathed. Under such circumstances, who wouldn’t realize that they were no match for Lin Xun? “Fellow Daoist, wait! We can talk! Name your price. I am willing to pay anything! Just spare my life!” A cultivator pleaded desperately as Lin Xun caught up. Before he could even finish, Lin Xun struck him down with a single palm, reducing him to a bloody smear. Without pause, Lin Xun continued his hunt. There were only a dozen or so Emperors left. They fled in every direction, but Lin Xun had already committed their auras and appearance to memory. There would be no escape. The No-Nonsense Bow was drawn. With a thunderous roar, the Biluo Arrow streaked into the sky like a bolt of lightning. Hundreds of miles away, one of the fleeing figures exploded midair, obliterated by the arrow. He was dead before he even knew it. Lin Xun turned and vanished in another direction. His next target was a woman in blue. She seemed to sense the looming danger, and while fleeing, she suddenly bit down hard and spat out dozens of mouthful blood essence. Instantly, a string of red bells in her hand glowed ominously and, as if having been fed full, let out a strange, chilling ringing sound. Meanwhile, the woman in blue seemed to have lost more than half her life force and had become extremely weak. She clearly paid a terrible price. She then crushed the red bell with all her might. A gorgeous rain of red light shimmered and vanished into the void. At that moment, Lin Xun’s hair stood on end and his muscles tensed. It was as if a sense of fatal danger was piercing his chest like a blade. It came without warning! His mind stirred violently. Without hesitation, he summoned the Limitless Abyss Sword Cauldron to shield himself. With a deafening boom, a fine red needle, as thin as an ox’s hair was narrowly blocked by the cauldron, and then exploded on impact. The resulting shockwaves were so fierce that Lin Xun staggered backward under the blast. The woman in blue coughed up blood, despair clouding her eyes. That needle was her trump card, the strike she had poured half her life into. Yet it was still blocked! “I’ll kill you!” She shrieked, burning the last of her life force as she charged at Lin Xun. Clearly, she wanted to destroy Lin Xun with her. Lin Xun’s expression remained indifferent. His strength surged to its peak and a palm cleaved across the air. The woman in blue exploded mid-fight, her body and soul annihilated. Without stopping, Lin Xun pressed on with his pursuit. “Fellow Daoist, why must you go so far?!” Soon after, a man with gray hair and beard was caught. In his panic, he cried out miserably. Lin Xun ignored him. With a single step, he lashed out a kick that shattered the old man’s head, killing him instantly. However, when he turned to hunt down the remaining enemies, they had already scattered in different directions. After all, Lin Xun was fighting alone, and he had no intention of revealing his five dao bodies just yet, so he couldn’t split himself to chase them all at once. He came to a halt, his eyes as cold as ice. Despite that, there was no anger in his heart. As long as they remained in this Secret Realm of Trial, he was certain that, sooner or later, he would kill them one by one. He turned back, retracing his steps. Meanwhile, the remaining survivors were gripped by terror. They had never tasted such despair. They were dominant figures, ruling territories with unchallenged might, wielding boundless power, and looking down on all living beings. Unfortunately, now, they fled like stray dogs, with nowhere left to hide. The contrast was crushing. The battlefield lay in ruins and the heavens and earth shattered. Lin Xun returned, preparing to gather the spoils of war. However, just as he was about to begin, he suddenly sensed something and coldly snorted, “Taking advantage of the situation? You have a death wish!” The moment his voice rang out, he moved like an immortal god descending. He unleashed surging dao light and charged out, more terrifying than a divine wrath. He thrust out his fist! In the distance, the void howled and exploded, and a figure was violently shaken and thrown backward. It was a young man in a luxurious robe, panic flashing in his eyes. His face darkened and he barked, “Ling Xuanzi, I have no grudge against you. Why did you attack me?” “You think you can touch my trophies?” Lin Xun said coldly as the Limitless Abyss Sword Cauldron roared out. In an instant, the young man was crushed into a mist of blood. Lin Xun casually raised his hand and collected the man’s storage treasure. Afterward, Lin Xun’s gaze turned sharp as lightning as he swept his eyes across the surroundings and declared coldly, “You’re free to watch from the shadows. But if anyone dares to harbor any foolish thoughts, don’t blame me for showing no mercy!” His voice rolled out like thunder, spreading far and wide. Then he turned and began to clean up the battlefield. Before the battle, Lin Xun had already sensed many terrifying auras hidden in the shadows, silently observing. As long as they didn’t interfere, he couldn’t be bothered to chase them down. Who would have thought that when he returned just now, he discovered that the young man in the luxurious robe had tried to loot his battlefield. Lin Xun could not tolerate this. Hidden in the distance, many cultivators’ expressions turned ugly. They were furious at Lin Xun’s blunt warning. Despite that, no one dared to step forward. After witnessing the terrifying slaughter he had unleashed earlier, none of them had the courage to challenge him directly. One by one, many of them quietly withdrew. Not long after Lin Xun finished cleaning up the spoils, a low and hoarse voice suddenly echoed from afar, “Ling Xuanzi, you’re going to suffer a great calamity. You should pray for yourself!” A murderous glint flashed across Lin Xun’s eyes. He immediately sent his spirit sense sweeping toward the source of the voice, but the place was already deserted. “Pray for myself? We’ll see who can walk out of this place alive!” A boiling killing intent surged within Lin Xun. His previous experience had made him well aware that a hidden, deadly storm was targeting him, and he no longer intended to stay low-profile. Without hesitation, Lin Xun teleported away and left the area. After all, a great battle had just erupted here, and lingering would only bring more trouble. Deep within a rugged, desolate mountain range Lin Xun casually set up a restriction, then released a wisp of primordial spirit from the Limitless Abyss Sword Cauldron. It was the primordial spirit of an old man he had captured during the fierce battle. He was a cultivator at the eighth realm Emperor Stage. Lin Xun’s gaze was calm yet piercing as he asked bluntly, “Will you answer my questions yourself, or do I need to search your spirit?” The old man, reduced to nothing but a wisp of primordial spirit, had long abandoned any thoughts of resistance. Upon hearing Lin Xun’s words, he answered without hesitation, “Fellow Daoist, please ask whatever you wish. I will tell you everything I know. I only beg for a swift end!”