Feng Yunwuji's anger truly erupted; his face darkened into a terrifying stillness. Following the trail of blood and death, he traced the path his fallen disciple had taken. Within just a few kilometers, two swordsmen in azure robes lay sprawled in a pool of blood. Though dead, their eyes remained wide open, staring fixedly in the direction of the Sword Pavilion.
Feng Yunwuji knelt down, expressionless, gently closing their wide-open eyes. Quiet tears streamed from his own eyes without a sound.
A piercing, heart-wrenching howl burst from his throat, soaring into the sky and clearing away the dark clouds overhead. His killing intent surged to unimaginable heights. Then, suddenly, Feng Yunwuji slowly closed his eyes against the wind. From his chest came a clear, resonant dragon's roar, followed by a sharp sword shadow streaking through the air, dissolving into a streak of light vanishing into the vast blue sky.
His powerful divine awareness exploded outward, scanning the surrounding landscape in widening circles—one kilometer, two, ten, a hundred—and finally, he found it.
A hundred kilometers away, several pale-faced Night Clan members held a man's body. Their white, long fangs were deeply embedded in his chest, back, neck, and wrists. Rivers of blood flowed from the man's wounds into the mouths of the Night Clan, dripping onto the ground.
Suddenly, one Night Clan member abruptly raised his head. His pale face, blood dripping from his fangs, stood out sharply against the darkness. He looked around in confusion, then turned his head to speak—only to freeze mid-motion as a shadow streaked across the distance. Long, slender hands gripped his throat tightly, yet blood still gushed from the fingers. A gurgling sound escaped his throat before his pale head slipped from his shoulders, spraying bright red blood high into the air.
At the same moment, five other Night Clan bodies fell. Yet their heads remained attached to the body of a nearby swordsman, their expressions twisted in greed and satisfaction.
Feng Yunwuji's divine awareness continued to expand—two hundred kilometers, three hundred, a thousand—until he locked onto another target and launched himself like a dark streak through the sky.
Under an ancient towering tree a thousand kilometers away, a man leaned against the trunk at an angle. His chest was exposed, clothes long torn away, revealing a pale upper body covered in blood. Nearby, ten Night Clan members stood arrogantly, grinning maliciously. A powerful Night Clan warrior strode slowly toward the man, who was weakened and nearly out of true energy.
The man watched the approaching figure silently, not resisting. Instead, he tilted his head back, staring quietly at the deep night sky, whispering to himself: "The Immortal Realm… Master… the Immortal Realm… Master… it's not as… not as beautiful as I thought…"
The powerful Night Clan member grinned, extending a long clawed right hand, reaching for the man's chest.
Suddenly, a sharp slicing sound tore through the air. The Night Clan warriors looked up, startled, as a dark streak shot across the night sky with tremendous force.
"What is that?!" the powerful Night Clan warrior exclaimed, raising his hands to block the incoming shadow. But the dark streak sliced clean through his arms and split his body in two with terrifying ease.
"Run!" The ten Night Clan's faces turned pale, realizing they were no match. They scattered in several directions and disappeared into the darkness in an instant. A dark streak twisted in midair, tracing an arc before vanishing into the vast night again.
Thud, thud, thud…
Ten headless corpses crashed to the ground, blood spraying high into the air. Above, ten pale heads flew forward, floating briefly before falling to the earth. Behind them, one body split in half, blood gushing from the wound.
Sword mastery!
Within a hundred miles, heads taken unseen.
At the Sword Emperor level, with the aid of the divine weapon Fifth Sword Courage, Feng Yunwuji could instantly slay any opponent below the Heavenly Sword rank.
His eyes snapped open, killing intent still blazing. In a flash, he vanished from the spot and reappeared thousands of miles away. His slender arm extended; the Fifth Sword Courage quietly slid from his palm, shrinking and coiling like a sword talisman.
His divine awareness relentlessly scanned the terrain—thousand, two thousand, three thousand kilometers—seemingly reaching its limit. Gritting his teeth, Feng Yunwuji pushed further—five thousand, ten thousand kilometers—and there it was: a vast gathering of Night Clan members and newly ascended warriors… many already dead.
His eyes flooded with blood-red, filling the entire iris. Spreading his hands wide, tens of thousands of blazing sword auras arrayed on either side, his figure flickered and vanished into the wind.
A dense wave of white-hot sword energy swept across several kilometers. Wherever it passed, mountains shattered, trees splintered, leaving a field of desolation.
Clad in flowing white, Feng Yunwuji appeared atop a rocky peak. Thousands of Night Clan warriors at the mountain's base looked up.
"Who are you? What do you want?" they demanded.
"To take your lives." Feng Yunwuji's voice was surprisingly calm—eerily calm, chilling in its coldness. With a sweeping gesture of his sleeves, massive white wings appeared behind him. On closer look, they weren't wings at all but countless tightly clustered sword energies forming twin wings.
Feng Yunwuji leaned forward slowly, spreading his great "wings" in the air. When his body tilted at a 45-degree angle to the mountain, he transformed into a giant bird and gracefully glided downward.
Sensing danger, dozens of Night Clan warriors leapt into motion, becoming black shadows rushing toward him. Among all tribes on the Ancient Continent, the Night Clan was known as the fastest. Once a leader emerged, thousands would transform into blurred streaks as they attacked.
Time seemed to freeze for a moment. Thousands of Night Clan faces showed various expressions—leaping, crouching, sucking blood, poised to strike. But Feng Yunwuji remained expressionless as he calmly strode through them, his dense sword energies piercing one resilient Night Clan body after another.
Time resumed. With a flick of his hands, countless bodies dropped from the air. Before Feng Yunwuji stood a trembling Night Clan warrior, eyes filled with fear. In the final instant, Feng Yunwuji spared him.
"Tell me—where is your base? Who is your master?" Feng Yunwuji's voice was like still water, betraying no emotion.
Seeing tens of thousands of his kin reduced to corpses in moments, the terrified Night Clan warrior trembled. To him, this human was a merciless demon. Voice shaking, he said, "Our… our king is Lord Nightshade… Our base is… please don't kill me! I beg you!"
Feng Yunwuji nodded, stepped forward, and with a fair hand gripped the Night Clan's neck. With a gentle snap, a crack echoed—the Night Clan's head tilted sideways, lifeless.
Not far away in the forest, a shadow fled like a dog with its tail between its legs, escaping toward the Eastern Azure Emperor. Feng Yunwuji's gaze turned icy; his figure flickered and vanished into the wind once again.