“What’s going on? You still haven’t found the target?” A young man in brocade robe walked into the inn with his hands clasped behind his back, his brows creased in impatience. The moment he stepped inside, his expression froze. The crimson-robed man and his group had vanished without a trace. In the quiet inn, only a tall figure stood: Lin Xun! The brocade-robed youth’s eyes flickered, but his confidence didn’t waver. He said coldly, “Those people...you killed them all?” “What do you think?” Lin Xun replied calmly. “Arrogant!” The youth barked, but just as he was about to say more— Lin Xun took a step forward and a streak of sword qi shot forth. It was simple and unremarkable in appearance, but it appeared in a flash. It was unthinkably fast! The youth’s protective armor shattered in an instant, and his body was nearly torn apart. He was blasted out of the inn, slamming into the ground with a blood-curdling scream. Outside the inn, chaos erupted. The area around the inn had long been sealed off and a dense crowd of cultivators with terrifying auras had surrounded it. There were members from the Wen, Heng, and Luo Clans, along with peerless experts from other major forces, each exuding overwhelming might. In the distance, countless figures stood watching. The entire wide street was completely sealed off, leaving no way through. Those who dared to surround the inn at this moment were clearly no ordinary cultivators. Even Ancestors of a Path were among them! In addition, supreme Emperors were not uncommon, every one of them radiating sky-shaking power that created an oppressive atmosphere. When they saw the brocade-robed youth blasted away by a single sword strike, gasps rippled through the crowd. Though he wasn’t a supreme Emperor, he had reached the eighth realm Emperor Stage and was a formidable figure under the Luo Clan! At this moment, he was lying on the ground, flesh torn and bloodied! The street fell into a stunned silence. And then, all eyes turned toward the inn’s doorway. A tall figure emerged. He wore a moon-white robe, with his black hair loose. He looked simple, unadorned, like a heavy sword with no edge, revealing not a hint of power. Yet the moment he stepped out, a wave of shock rippled through the crowd. “Is that him? The peerless criminal whose name is on the Mythic Ranking?” someone exclaimed in disbelief. He didn’t radiate any aura. He looked too ordinary “His aura is concealed. He’s returned to a state of profound simplicity. This man is unfathomably dangerous. Don’t let his ordinary appearance fool you!” Some people were visibly shaken, their expressions turning grave. Countless eyes were fixed on Lin Xun, each gaze carrying a different emotion, but without exception, not a single person dared to underestimate him. He was a terrifying existence who had already proven his strength through bloodshed. He was a peerless and ruthless man who had left his name on the Mythic Ranking! Even Ancestors of a Path were cautious of him. After all, it was said that he had personally slain Heng Tianshuo, an Ancestor of a Path. “Indeed, he’s extraordinary, not a supreme Emperor in the conventional sense. There are only a handful like him even in the Seventh Heaven Domain.” Far away, atop a tall building, Hua Ruoxu, dressed in gold robes and strikingly handsome, watched Lin Xun with eyes that gleamed with interest and a trace of surprise. So this is the mysterious man ranked higher than me on the Mythic Ranking? He’s definitely not ordinary. “Young Master, are you planning to recruit him? If so, allow me to remind you that it’s best we stay out of this bloodbath.” The beautiful woman in purple beside him advised, “Within a radius of thousands of miles, the three Immortal Imperial Clans, Wen, Heng and Luo, have set up an inescapable net and laid down layers of restrictions. “In addition, four Ancestors of a Path have been deployed, not to mention the many Emperor-level experts present...this encirclement is almost impossible to break.” She paused and swept her gaze around the battlefield. “Moreover, many old monsters are hiding in the shadows.” She perfectly summarized the danger surrounding Lin Xun. Hua Ruoxu smiled faintly. “I’m not concerned with any of that and I have no intention of recruiting him. I understand all too well that a man like him would never bow to any power.” The purple-clad woman let out a breath of relief, patting her ample chest. “That’s good. Then we’ll just watch.” Meanwhile, at the inn’s entrance, Lin Xun’s gaze swept across the surroundings, instantly grasping the peril he was in. He had to admit that it was an overwhelming lineup. The area within a radius of thousand miles was densely packed with enemies, layered with restrictions, and steeped in killing intent from every direction. It was clear the Wen, Heng, and Luo Clans had gone all-out to kill him. If it were any other supreme Emperor, they would likely be consumed by despair. But not Lin Xun. Not only because of his unwavering confidence, but more importantly, he had also faced countless life-and-death trials throughout his cultivation journey. How could such a scene possibly shake him? However, to the spectators watching from afar, seeing him stand alone amid such an encirclement stirred feelings of sympathy and regret. Anyone who could leave his name on the Mythic Ranking and shake the entire Taiyi City would no doubt one day transcend the Ancestor Realm! Despite that, now, he was about to be slaughtered. How could they not lament such a loss? Meanwhile, those who saw Lin Xun as prey fixed him with icy stares, their murderous intent unmistakable, each ready to pounce. “Lin Xun, do you see the situation you’re in? Do you think you can escape this time?” The voice boomed like thunder, shattering the clouds and tearing through the silence. It came from an old man seated atop a black qilin. He was Wen Taolue, an Emperor Ancestor of the Wen Clan. His cultivation was as vast and deep as the sea, and he had been an Ancestor for over ten thousand years. His name alone struck awe across the world. His gaze was grim, his voice laced with bone-chilling coldness and undisguised mockery. Despite that, Lin Xun paid him no attention. He didn’t even spare the old man a glance. Instead, he asked calmly, “Which of you are from the Luo Clan?” The question stunned everyone. At a time , does this guy really not care about his own life and death? With this thought, many eyes still turned toward where the Luo Clan’s forces were gathered. Almost at the same time, Luo Ling stepped forward, graceful and elegant, her bearing peerless and her features as perfect as a painting. Her bright eyes remained calm as she looked at Lin Xun and said lightly, “The Wen and Heng Clans have both agreed. If you surrender, I can offer you a path to live. Whether you seize it or not is up to you.” The crowd stirred restlessly, and many exchanged bewildered looks. What was the Luo Clan up to? Could they actually be trying to subdue him and make him serve them? Lin Xun glanced at Luo Ling, then at those around her, and couldn’t help but laugh. “I know exactly what your Luo Clan is thinking. When I step into the Eternal True Realm, I’ll pay the Luo Clan a visit myself.” “Absurd! You’ll be dead today! What future are you even talking about?” A black-robed man snapped coldly. “Is that so? Then let’s see who survives in the end.” Lin Xun’s voice rang out. An indescribably terrifying murderous aura burst forth from him. It swept across the area like a tide, eclipsing both the sky and the sun. The surrounding void groaned and collapsed piece by piece. A chill ran down every spine. Many felt a sharp ache in their bodies, and vaguely, they seemed to glimpse blood-drenched visions, such as mountains of corpses, seas of ​​blood, heavens collapsing, and gods falling. Their minds trembled with fear. Furthermore, this was caused by just the murderous intent of Lin Xun alone. “What terrifying killing intent!” Cries of shock rang out, and those with weaker cultivation clutched their heads in pain as if their minds were about to be torn apart, their eyes stinging and their faces pale with fear. Even the peerless figures couldn’t hide their unease. Many of their eyes glinted coldly. This level of murderous intent was terrifying, so intense that it could shatter a person’s mind with ease! To possess such murderous intent was proof of how formidable Lin Xun’s mastery over the art of slaughter was. On the battlefield, Lin Xun seemed to have become a different person. Divine brilliance blazed from him and a terrifying aura surged like a vast abyss suspended in the sky. His terrifying might pierced all nine heavens! A single glance from him could make the spirit throb with pain and bring a feeling of suffocation to the chest. Invisible murderous intent swirled around him, making him resemble an ancient demon god who had just slaughtered his way out of a blood-soaked purgatory. His terrifying power blanketed the heavens! Compared to his earlier calm and unremarkable appearance, it was as if he had become someone else! A deathly silence fell. Many onlookers were stunned, and the enemies who had been eager to strike now wore grave expressions. “Is this the power of the Grand Abyss Heaven Devourer...” Luo Ling murmured, an imperceptible flicker of envy flashing in the depths of her starry eyes. Soon, this envy turned to chilling murderous intent. Then she declared coldly, “Everyone, this man is too defiant and must be eliminated! I only ask that if we can capture him alive, the Luo Clan will never forget this favor.” The crowd stirred. Murderous intent flashed in the eyes of Wen Taolue who was seated atop the black qilin and he let out a loud laughter, “Good!” Suddenly, a grand formation emerged, and an endless downpour of rune light swept forth, completely engulfing Lin Xun and the inn behind him. A chill gripped the hearts of the spectators. This was clearly a terrifying formation that had been set up in advance, waiting for Lin Xun to step out. It was designed to trap and kill him! The rain of light surged like a tide, dazzling and brilliant, and the array was incredibly mystical. Waves of restriction power condensed into a massive lotus blossom over a thousand feet wide, its petals layered and as vivid as dripping blood. Faint, cryptic dao sounds echoed from it, shaking the soul. Someone whispered, his face pale with fear, “That’s the Wen Clan’s Red Lotus World Array. Once activated, it can annihilate an entire world. Even an Emperor Ancestor caught within it would be trapped and refined alive!” His words triggered a wave of shocked exclamations. “To die by this array is enough of a feat to justify you being worthy of leaving your name on the Mythic Ranking,” Wen Taolue said with a sneer as he stroked his beard. Then he gave an order, “Enter the array, activate its killing strike, and eliminate this boy once and for all.” Thirty-six Emperors of the Wen Clan stepped forward and charged into the Red Lotus World Array, each taking control of one of the thirty-six array bases. Only then did the array reveal its full, devastating power. The spectators in the distance were chilled to the core. It was clear that the three Immortal Imperial Clans, Wen, Heng and Luo, had made thorough preparations to deal with Lin Xun in advance. Not only had they mobilized a terrifying lineup, but they also deployed a deadly forbidden array. This was to ensure nothing went wrong! “It’s best not to kill him and leave him alive.” Luo Ling reminded the others. Wen Taolue laughed loudly. “As you wish.”