Chapter 336: The Mysterious New World
In the vastness of space, small spacecraft ignited one after another like fireworks before the nine mysterious gateways, blooming in the cold expanse before fading into darkness.
"You..... are going too far!" someone shouted.
The once elegant celestial maidens were now in a mess, and they had lost their embroidered shoes. With their snow-white feet now bare, they fled wildly towards the misty gateway.
There were also powerful demons with their legs severed, crossing the blood-filled void and fleeing into the gateway.
And these were the comparatively fortunate ones, who managed to preserve their bodies for the most part. By contrast, the most impulsive ones who approached Wang Xuan's Vanguard with their small spacecraft were directly obliterated!
Their physical bodies were gone, and only their weak spirits were left drifting like dreams, vanishing into the nine ancient gateways.
Old Chen was truly frightened, cursing Qing Mu in his heart, as he had almost sent his master on his final journey!
Qing Mu felt satisfied as he stood in front of the screen with his hands behind his back. The demons were shrieking as they died, while the descendants of immortals were fleeing for their lives.
Although it was predetermined, executing it felt much better than experiencing it as the main protagonist.
He only came to his senses when he remembered the main protagonist. He was startled to notice that Wang Xuan and his master were dodging, jumping up and down, narrowly avoiding attack after attack.
Qing Mu hurriedly contacted the people on the large battleship. "Zhao Hong, be careful, don't hit my master!"
"Got it, I'm just putting on a show, it will be more realistic!" said Zhao Hong, who was Qing Mu's nephew.
Previously when Wang Xuan went to Pamir Plateau under the alias Wang Xiao to participate in the battle, it was this young man who went through the trouble of disguising himself as Wang Xuan. Later, when Wang Xuan went to the New World, Zhao Hong was arranged to pretend to be Wang Xiao for a while, and he was absolutely reliable.
Boom!
More demons were disintegrated beside Chen Yongjie. The demons had almost fled into one of the gateways, but they were still a step too slow and got obliterated.
Veins popped out on Old Chen's forehead, and the anger within him made his short hair glow. This scoundrel was really going to betray his master and destroy his ancestors?
Wang Xuan was left speechless too. Even he had almost been hit. This was the script that he had written, so it would be funny if he ended up getting killed too.
Qing Mu quickly shouted, cursing his nephew up and down. Zhao Hong didn’t know when to stop!
But he could also understand, as he himself had felt exhilaration and unending vigor as he cut through demons like cutting vegetables. He had also been unable to resist the urge to keep attacking.
Clearly, his nephew was too invested as it was his first time experiencing this kind of scenario. It made his blood boil and it chipped away his sanity with every kill. After all, not everyone had the chance to hunt immortals and demons.
Wang Xuan and Old Chen didn't rush into the forefront, nor did they linger behind. They chose to enter a misty gateway with the flow, officially stepping into this mysterious realm!
What they saw was lush greenery, crystal clear rivers with immortal qi, and mountain cliffs with medicinal herbs rooted in their crevices that were surrounded by clouds and mist. The supernatural essence here wasn't overly dense, but it wasn't thin either.
Indeed, it was a mythical realm that was still suitable for cultivation, as it was not yet depleted.
Those who fled in looked miserable. Many were helping each other, some with broken legs, others missing arms, it was a bloody mess.
Some had just entered the gateway and already looked like they were suffering, it was truly pitiful.
The most difficult thing was that some people were reduced to mere spirits, drifting about, starting to doubt life itself. They hadn't even begun to explore the new world, yet they found themselves in such a dire situation.
Wang Xuan's eyelids twitched, as more and more heavily injured individuals continued to appear. He felt that Qing Mu had gone too far and had deviated from the script.
"Ughhhhhh..." A celestial maiden wept. Her breastplate was shattered and she was covered in blood; of ten delicate and beautiful fingers, she only had three left.
"It's too tragic. I feel so much hatred!" cried a demoness beside her. She was supported by someone, as she had lost one of her feet. She truly wanted to cry her heart out.
Wang Xuan sighed inwardly. Qing Mu, have you gone mad with killing?
Wang Xuan was left speechless as the blame would eventually fall squarely on the main protagonist's shoulders.
However, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction and his mood improved considerably when he saw a certain celestial maiden charred black, emitting a foul odor... You want to burn me with criticism? Well, now you're the one who got burned!
In outer space, Qing Mu had already ordered a ceasefire after he scolded his nephew. He looked at the battlefield with a mixture of shock and regret, knowing that he had caused trouble for Wang Xuan.
"There are quite a lot of shattered parts," he said reluctantly. He hadn't felt much pressure when Olesha, the pioneer of the New Arts field, had an accident, but now he felt somewhat uneasy.
Zhao Hong reassured him, saying, “It's not too bad. Looking at the overall mess, most of it is from the small spacecraft breaking apart. Those immortals and demons are great runners. The ones truly blown to bits are just a few dozen people, definitely not over a hundred.”
"Are you delusional? They're immortals and demons, not cabbages. Each one of them has their own backing!" replied Qing Mu, wanting to punch him.
Qing Mu looked around and saw the desolate sky that was filled with the tails of white foxes, the snow-white legs of celestial maidens, the half heads of zombies, the gigantic heads of demonic serpents, and the lower bodies of certain young masters...
As everything came to a close, Qing Mu, disguised as Wang Xuan said "As a practitioner of ship mechanics, all I seek is self-preservation, peace, and tranquility. I hope everyone will take care of themselves."
Some formal words still needed to be said, after all.
No wonder, during the Pre-Qin period, someone found a golden bamboo slip among the ashes of a burning bonfire. It appeared that it was originally a pile of scriptures, and only a supreme one had remained intact. What a terrible waste!
People were fighting here, and in the end, only one man and one woman were left facing each other. They had eliminated everyone else, and the blood-stained floor displayed their strength.
Wang Xuan recognized both of them immediately, as they were people he very much wanted to kill!
The scar-faced man that exuded a fierce aura held a white bone banner in his hand. He was the one that grunted that he would beat out Wang Xuan’s Immortal Core the moment they met!
Wang Xuan's expression darkened. This scar-faced man was right at the top of his hit list!
The woman surrounded by an immortal mist had purple hair and a good figure. White strands of immortal threads wrapped around her white arms. Her once beautiful face now had a burn on the left side from the exploding battleships.
This woman had been very resentful, claiming that Wang Xuan, a mere mortal, had shamelessly obtained the Godslaying Banner and managed to leave a mark on the New Covenant.
"You two actually survived. Well, then let me send you two on your way!" said Wang Xuan.
Wang Xuan looked around and found no one nearby, so he took out the Godslaying Banner, not to attack, but to accelerate. He had tried it during his exploration of the Solitary Void and found that it could increase his speed tenfold!
He was clad in heavy armor, with the black longsword in one hand and the golden banner in the other. He dove down with a thunderous roar, like lightning streaking across the sky!
His speed was ten times greater than normal, and he simply blasted through the sound barrier.
By the time the scar-faced man realized something was amiss, it was already too late. Wang Xuan's black longsword flashed like lightning.
The scar-faced man instinctively dodged, and the blade did not remove his head entirely. It still hit him, however, cutting off a part of his skull.
He instantly screamed in agony as he felt his skull split open. At ten times the normal speed, any slight contact with Wang Xuan's weapon had terrifying consequences.
Part of the scar-faced man’s skull was sent flying and his brain turned to mush in an instant as the part of his head still attached to the neck was shattered by the tremendous force.
His spirit surged out rapidly, attempting to escape.
However, Wang Xuan's Godslaying Banner was waiting for his spiritual body to appear. As it gently swept through the air, the spirit of the scar-faced man knew that death was knocking. He was well aware of who owned this weapon.
He chuckled bitterly, realizing that it was his own words that had invited this calamity. With a soft pop, his spiritual body dissipated.
He had been killed instantly!
The purple-haired woman was shocked. In the blink of an eye, her opponent had been killed by someone. Although it had been a sneak attack, it was still terrifying.
Initially, she wanted to express her gratitude, but everything became clear to her the moment she saw the Godslaying Banner. This man dressed like a general was none other than the "big shot Wang Xuan" who had left his name on the golden scroll.
Without a word, she attacked him desperately, seeking an opportunity to escape. However, after several clashes, this ninth-stage expert was completely outmatched.
A soft sound echoed as the sixth-stage Wang Yuan beheaded her. The blood-stained head of the celestial maiden flew away, and with a sweep of the Godslaying Banner, her spiritual essence was extinguished.
In the fire pit, there were many papers and fragments filled with dense rows of characters that shimmered with light. Faint chanting echoed from the flame.
What an extravagant fire!
Sensing the mysterious energy, Wang Xuan was about to sit down when a thought suddenly made him alert. Why were there no crazed beasts lurking around or guarding this place? Was he just lucky?
Soon, he heard roars of beasts in the distance. It seemed had overthought it as someone was obviously battling monsters.
He quickly got up and climbed to higher ground, where he saw three dead monsters in the distance, killed by someone strong.
Huh?
The victor turned out to be another monster that looked like a large white cat.
Wang Xuan lurked stealthily, preparing to strike the monster!
Before long, the white cat returned and sat by the fire pit with its eyes closed. It absorbed the mysterious substance and pondered on it carefully.
Wang Xuan suddenly made his move, using the Godslaying Banner to accelerate his speed by ten times. Like a celestial being from beyond the heavens, he merged into one with the black longsword, and thrust towards the back of the monster’s head!
However, this crazed beast was too perceptive, it was incredibly sharp. With a swoosh, it leaped up and dashed out!
Even so, the black longsword that Wang Xuan wielded still managed to slightly puncture its... tiger butt!
Blood gushed out instantly, and it howled miserably in pain.
It bolted away, but then it abruptly turned to look back and caught sight of Wang Xuan. Seeing the black longsword and the Godslaying Banner in his hand, this giant white cat seemed... infuriated.
"It's you... oww," it unexpectedly said in the voice of a young girl.
Wang Xuan was taken aback. This giant cat seemed somewhat familiar.
