A Family of Hopeless Romantics, Except for the Evil Little Junior Brother-Chapter 86: No Innocents Beneath My Sword

"Everyone, you still have time to retreat. Otherwise, there will be no innocents beneath my sword."

The City Lord smiled. "I’ve long heard Lu Ziyin of Mount Shushan is the top swordsman of the younger generation. Today, I’ll have the honor of learning from you."

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"One last question—why did you scheme to slaughter so many citizens of Panlong City?"

"For cultivation!"

"Oh? So many people—what did you do with the bodies?"

The City Lord spat out three words. "Ten Thousand Souls Banner."

Hearing those words, Li Xuanxiao's expression changed slightly.

As for Lu Ziyin, he had no clue what the Ten Thousand Souls Banner was—his expression made that very clear.

"What is that?"

"An ancient magical artifact. It can refine others’ bodies and souls, making them vanish without a trace," the City Lord said blandly.

In all the records of Central State, there was no magical artifact by that name.

Li Xuanxiao could understand it—because he was a transmigrator.

In the novels from his past life, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner was a demonic artifact capable of devouring souls.

It was also a classic demonic artifact in true cultivation novels—sealing both body and soul into the banner, and then summoning them during battle.

Usually, it was stuffed with cultivators’ souls and bodies—sometimes with spirits and beasts.

The artifact’s power would grow as it absorbed more and stronger souls, turning it into a growth-type magical artifact.

But in this world, such a treasure didn’t exist at all.

Li Xuanxiao suddenly thought of another transmigrator like himself.

Could it be him?

But judging by the City Lord’s behavior... didn’t really seem like it...

"Heretic scum—prepare to die!!"

Lu Ziyin drew his sword.

The gloomy sky seemed draped in a massive black curtain. Thick layers of dark clouds gathered like rolling mountains, casting a stifling weight on everything below.

A blinding bolt of lightning, like a silver serpent, suddenly tore through the endless black sky, lighting up the heavens like it was midday.

In the blink of an eye, the light vanished—but what followed was a thunderous roar loud enough to shake the earth.

At that heart-pounding moment, Lu Ziyin suddenly drew the longsword from his waist.

With a flash of cold light, the sword left its sheath.

In an instant, fierce sword aura erupted from the blade, swirling and coiling around him.

The sword aura danced like living flood dragons, weaving together with the lightning that tore through the sky, creating a breathtaking, awe-inspiring sight.

At the same time, what had been just a light drizzle suddenly turned into a torrential downpour, as if a massive dam had burst in the sky.

Raindrops the size of beans smashed into the ground, kicking up mist and spray, forming white sheets of fog.

Lu Ziyin entered the Dao through the sword.

From a young age, he wielded a sword—and among his peers, no one could rival his swordsmanship.

Countless talisman arrows launched from precision bows shot toward him.

Lu Ziyin didn’t even bother to look. He walked straight ahead.

Sword aura deflected the attacks.

He glanced back at Li Xuanxiao. "Stay behind me! Hmm?"

Lu Ziyin scanned his surroundings—left, right, front, back. Then again, and again.

Where was Li Xuanxiao?

"Don’t worry about me, Senior Brother—I won’t hold you back."

Li Xuanxiao’s voice transmission reached his ears.

Lu Ziyin was silent for a moment.

This kid... sure runs fast!!

But, it was the smart move.

At the Foundation Establishment Stage, sticking around would only cause trouble.

With that thought—

Lu Ziyin gripped his sword hilt tightly, suddenly raised it high, and slashed downward with force.

Accompanied by a sharp whooshing sound, a surge of invisible force burst from the blade.

A thin, nearly transparent thread appeared out of nowhere in the open space between him and the enemy, sweeping forward with overwhelming force.

Where it passed, dust flew and the ground tore apart, leaving deep bottomless trenches.

This terrifying power was born of Lu Ziyin’s sword aura.

It roared forward with devastating force, like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, flattening the soldiers ahead.

Those warriors in heavy armor—once seemingly indestructible—were defenseless against this fearsome aura.

Their armor, engraved with mysterious talismans and forged from the toughest blackstone, shattered like paper.

Fragments of armor flew in all directions, and the entire Panlong City trembled from this earth-shaking strike.

Call Lu Ziyin foolish if you want.

Maybe even vain.

But never say he’s weak.

At that moment, a burly man stepped forward, arms crossed in front of his chest to block the sword.

Behind him, glowing light flowed—his corporeal manifestation extended its arms.

But it only held for a moment.

While the death squads were stalling Lu Ziyin, a spell imprint descended from the sky.

The City Lord had made his move.

And not just him—four other Spirit Transformation Stage cultivators surrounded Lu Ziyin from four directions.

Together, they launched a joint assault.

A furious shout rang out: "Rise!"

In that instant, the ground trembled violently.

Thick vines, like beasts awakening from slumber, burst from the earth!

They grew and spread at terrifying speed, weaving into a massive net in the blink of an eye.

Each vine writhed like a living serpent, swiftly twisting toward Lu Ziyin in the distance.

The City Lord was at the peak of the Spirit Transformation Stage.

Lu Ziyin, at early Spirit Transformation, faced off against one peak-stage, two mid-stage, and two early-stage opponents.

Five against one—and yet, he did not falter.

"........."

Li Xuanxiao watched from the shadows, nodding repeatedly.

There was a lot to learn from Senior Brother Lu’s combat techniques.

Unfortunately, Lu Ziyin relied too heavily on brute strength—probably dumped all his attribute points into cultivation and left none for intelligence.

Originally, Plan Version 20 involved pretending to cooperate with the City Lord, then returning to Mount Shushan to bring reinforcements.

The City Lord wouldn’t touch Mount Shushan people unless absolutely necessary.

But who knew Lu Ziyin would fire off the Mount Shushan Sword Command so impulsively—and it had already been anticipated in advance.

Now they were deep in enemy territory, surrounded and attacked.

But thankfully, everything was still within controllable bounds.

As the six Spirit Transformation cultivators battled it out, no one noticed—

All the previously dense mass of soldiers on the ground had collapsed.

Lu Ziyin’s sword strike had indeed taken out many.

But not all.

Yet now—all of them lay motionless.

Once in formation, their defense and combat strength had greatly increased.

Their physical resistance stats had spiked.

But unfortunately... formations can’t detoxify.

Li Xuanxiao moved quickly through the ground.

“..........”

Panlong City’s ley lines were intact. The city’s defensive formation still functioned.

Including the City Lord, the five Spirit Transformation Stage cultivators already outnumbered Lu Ziyin—and with their access to Panlong City’s resources...

No matter how gifted you are, when it’s one against five, you’ll eventually run out of strength.