"Despicable! Shameless!"
"Shameless thief!"
"If you’ve got guts, drop the formation, thief!"
......
Hearing that Ian Song had planned all this in advance, the late Nascent Divinity cultivators lost all composure and started cursing him loudly.
Watching the crowd hurl insults, Ian Song just sneered. "Go ahead and curse all you want. You won’t be alive much longer anyway!"
An old man cursed again, "Nonsense! Your formation skills may be strong, but we have twenty-five late Nascent Divinity cultivators here. I refuse to believe that even together we can’t break your array! Everyone, follow my lead—attack the formation together!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Under the old man’s command, all the late Nascent Divinity cultivators struck together. The spectacle was dazzling—magical treasures, Dao-arts, flying swords, and divine abilities merged into a torrent of attacks, crashing down on the formation.
Unfortunately, it was completely useless!
"How is this possible?"
Seeing that even twenty-five people together couldn’t shake the formation, the old man was stunned for a moment, but quickly shouted again, "Everyone, one more time!"
Under Ian Song’s contemptuous gaze, the twenty-five late Nascent Divinity cultivators attacked the formation again, but still failed to budge it.
Back when he fought the Ugly Daoist, Ian had already planted nine array disks underground. Each disk was meticulously crafted and engraved with a powerful grand formation. Now, the nine formations had fused into one—against this, not even twice or three times as many late Nascent Divinity experts could hope to break through.
The twenty-five late Nascent Divinity cultivators kept attacking the formation together several more times, but still couldn’t shake it. At last, despair set in.
Suddenly—
Ian Song stepped forward in midair!
Shiiing!
With a sword cry, a streak of sword light swept around a late Nascent Divinity cultivator’s neck—his head flew off.
"Senior brother!"
A nearby late Nascent Divinity cultivator saw this scene and charged at Ian Song, shouting.
"Hmph! Another one down!"
A streak of sword light shot out, piercing straight through the chest of the charging late Nascent Divinity cultivator. He collapsed with a thud—Ian’s sword not only pierced his chest, but also destroyed his Nascent Soul.
"Kill him!"
Seeing two of their comrades die, the remaining twenty-three were both terrified and enraged, attacking Ian Song with all their strength.
But unfortunately, this was all happening inside the formation world.
Here, Ian Song was the sky—he was a god. Every attack passed right through his body, unable to harm him in the slightest.
"Die!"
Ian Song swung his sword again.
With a sweep of his blade, two heads flew into the air.
Two more late Nascent Divinity cultivators fell.
Dread? Panic? Fear? Regret?
At that moment, all sorts of emotions flooded the minds of the twenty-one remaining late Nascent Divinity cultivators.
Some still refused to accept defeat and charged at Ian Song, but more turned and tried to flee. They knew running was pointless, but none wanted to face this young man who seemed like a reincarnated god of slaughter.
"Kill!"
Five late Nascent Divinity cultivators charged Ian Song at once.
"Immortalsbane!"
Just like slaughtering chickens and dogs, another five late Nascent Divinity cultivators died under his sword.
"Sixteen left!"
Ian Song licked his lips and looked at the sixteen fleeing late Nascent Divinity cultivators.
Fletcher Toba, who was also trapped inside the formation, shuddered involuntarily when he saw Ian Song lick his lips. These were late Nascent Divinity cultivators, yet Ian was slaughtering them like vegetables. Even though these people weren’t from Fire God Church, Fletcher felt a pang of sympathy—after all, for anyone but a peerless genius, reaching late Nascent Divinity took at least a thousand years of effort.
As for the four late Nascent Divinity cultivators from the Fourth Prince Residence watching this scene, all of them shivered. Their gazes toward Ian Song were filled with a strange awe. In their hearts, they swore that even if they offended the Fourth Prince, they must never make an enemy of this killing star.
Wu Wen was a Supreme Elder of Grand Valor Sect. After a Grand Valor Sect late Nascent Divinity elder was killed by Ian Song some time ago, Wu Wen came to the capital.
Unfortunately, by then Ian Song had already joined the Fourth Prince Residence, so Wu Wen never got a chance for revenge.
Later, Ian Song offended Heaven-Sword Elder, who announced that anyone who helped him seize the Ink-Black Sword would earn two life-saving interventions from him.
So Wu Wen decided he had to use this chance to kill the brat.
Several other Supreme Elders from different sects had the same idea.
They quickly struck a deal and had already discussed how to split the spoils once Ian Song was dead.
But there were even more people targeting Ian Song than they realized, so their group had to bide their time until tonight...
Watching one companion after another die under Ian Song’s sword, Wu Wen felt a wave of regret. If Heaven gave him another chance to choose, no matter how great the profit, he’d never make Ian his enemy.
Suddenly, Wu Wen’s eyes widened in shock—because that killing-star of a youth appeared right in front of him.
Without hesitation, Wu Wen turned to flee.
But just as he turned, Ian Song appeared in front of him again.
Despair engulfed him. He shouted, "I’m a Supreme Elder of Grand Valor Sect! Don’t kill me, or our Fusion-stage ancestor will never let you go!"
"Grand Valor Sect?"
Ian Song paused, remembering that when he traveled to the Fourth Prince Residence with Bada, he’d killed a Grand Valor Sect late Nascent Divinity assassin.
Seeing Ian Song hesitate, Wu Wen thought his words had worked and quickly added, "Young Master Song, as long as you let me go, I guarantee Grand Valor Sect will never be your enemy again!"
"Sorry, I’m not interested in your guarantees!"
He swung his sword—blade flashed, head flew!
Another one down. Fifteen left.
After that, Ian Song hunted down each of the fleeing late Nascent Divinity cultivators and killed them one by one. It all took less than a quarter of an hour.
"Xiaoyu, I’ll leave cleaning up the battlefield to you!" Ian Song sheathed the Ink-Black Sword and said to Qin Xiaoyu.
As he spoke, Ian Song dispelled the formation.
"Yes, Young Master!"
Qin Xiaoyu wasn’t one for sentimentality—she quickly went forward and collected the storage spirit rings from the corpses.
Then she dug a large pit, tossed all the bodies in, and buried them together.
"Brother Toba, you should go ahead!" Ian Song suddenly said to Fletcher Toba.
At this, Fletcher Toba replied gravely, "Remember our agreement!"
"Don’t worry. As soon as I’m done here, I’ll go with you to Fire God Church!" Ian Song assured him.
"Farewell!"
Fletcher Toba clasped his fists to Ian Song, then left quickly with his three subordinates.
Once Fletcher Toba was gone, Ian Song turned his gaze in a certain direction and called out loudly, "Sixth Prince, you’ve watched the show long enough—aren’t you going to show yourself?"
"When did you notice me?"
A flicker of movement, and Sixth Prince Li Sixuan, along with a sword-bearing woman in blue, appeared several dozen meters away.
"Suppose I just bluffed you—would you believe it?" Ian Song said with a playful smile.
"You!" Li Sixuan’s face flashed with anger. He glared coldly at Ian Song and said arrogantly, "If you serve under me, I can guarantee your life—but you must hand over the Ink-Black Sword!"
"What if I refuse?" Ian Song replied.
"Then today is the day you die. No one can save you!"
Ian Song smiled and shook his head, then turned his gaze to the woman in blue. "You must be the Fusion-stage expert from the Sixth Prince Residence!"
Li Sixuan added, "Since you know Senior Qingying, you should realize that in front of her, escape is impossible. I’ll ask you one last time—will you serve under me or not?"
"Who said I was trying to escape?"
Ian Song gave a strange smile—his goal all along was to force Qingying to appear. He called out loudly, "Senior Heavensword, it’s your turn to show yourself!"
At these words, both Li Sixuan and Qingying’s expressions changed.
The next moment, Heavensword Elder appeared beside Ian Song out of nowhere, grumbling, "You brat, you’re here drinking and feasting while this old man has to hide in the wind. Once this is over, if you don’t treat me to a big meal, I won’t forgive you!"
Ian Song rolled his eyes. "You only see me drinking and eating—didn’t you notice how many times I nearly died?"
Seeing Heavensword Elder and Ian Song chatting so warmly...
Suddenly, Li Sixuan began to understand, and his face turned deathly pale.