All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 662 - 372 You’re Resisting Like Crazy!_1
The entire sky and earth of South City had long been dyed blood-red, as if it were a blazing furnace.
In the crimson world, countless beams of light spewed from the firmament, hurtling towards Su Bei. The thunderous sound was dizzying, making it impossible to distinguish north from south, east from west.
Blood and severed limbs rained down, a torrential downpour.
Amidst the crazed laughter and furious roars, the ground before Su Bei was littered with corpses. No one else remained standing.
He gently laid the woman in his arms on the ground, one hand grasping hers—it was icy cold. The light in his eyes grew ever more intense. Then, he burst into laughter, a hysterical, wild sound.
He felt her faint heartbeat. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞
The howling wind whistled past his ears, the roaring celestial fires swept across the hem of his robe, and the shattered Heaven and Earth Chessboard teetered on the verge of collapse.
The next moment, a desperate, hoarse roar tore from him, and his Longsword cleaved through the air!
"Die!!"
The frenzied voice resonated above all of South City. By now, all hesitation was gone. Su Bei soared into the sky, madly rushing towards the Heavenly Dao Stone.
In a flash, Su Bei appeared before the frantically fleeing Li Chun. The Qingping Sword struck Li Chun's abdomen fiercely, followed by Su Bei's shoulder crashing heavily into his chest.
"No!!"
With a loud bang, a powerful gust of wind shot forth!
Between heaven and earth, a sharp CRACK resounded—the sound of bones breaking. Li Chun was sent flying backward.
BOOM.
The azure-purple Sword Qi instantly penetrated Li Chun's body, vibrating violently within him. Dull, thunderous rumbles echoed from inside him. His eyes widened as dark blood seeped out from all over his body.
He stared at Du Gui and Ji Ruqinglong, who were rapidly rushing towards him, and roared, "Save—"
Before he could finish his plea, Su Bei took another step forward, crossing nearly a hundred zhang in an instant, and thrust his sword fiercely once more.
One sword strike, another sword strike, and yet another!
In the blink of an eye, Su Bei unleashed twelve consecutive sword strikes!
The chilling Sword Qi permeated the air. As far as the eye could see, hundred-zhang lotuses bloomed across heaven and earth!
Li Chun's figure was flung high into the sky and did not fall. By the time the Sword Qi dissipated, his body was completely shattered, bathed in blood, not a single spot left intact.
SQUELCH!
Blood splattered in all directions.
The entire world gasped, staring in disbelief at the scene before them.
Could it be that today, a Tribulation-Crossing Cultivator is actually going to be slain!?
"Su Bei, stop!!" Du Gui bellowed.
However, Su Bei's face remained expressionless, without a hint of hesitation. Two beams of sword light shot out, intercepting Du Gui and Ji Ruqinglong. Then, the two Longswords in Su Bei's hands swung in unison.
One Longsword pierced Li Chun's chest, while the other Longsword skewered him through the neck!
Blood spurted violently, gushing out.
Everyone saw clearly that as the Qingping Sword and Divine Discretion were withdrawn, the boiling blood of a Tribulation-Crossing Cultivator surged forth...
A Tribulation-Crossing Cultivator, slain just like that.
Su Bei impaled the corpse with his Longsword, lifted it, and then sliced it in two at the waist. His crimson pupils gazed at the blood-drenched sky, the splattering gore dyeing his bare chest red.
Li Chun's mouth gaped, his wide eyes filled with utter terror.
THUD.
Filled with resentment and terror, the head fell to the ground. It rolled a few times before coming to a stop, emitting a dull sound as it lay there.
Su Bei had decapitated him.
Instantly, chaos erupted both within and outside South City. Everyone gasped in shock, many bellowing madly.
That was a Tribulation-Crossing Cultivator! Who knew how many sixty-year cycles had passed since anyone had witnessed one being slain? And now, just like that, he was dead?
"The first one."
The hoarse voice echoed through heaven and earth, lingering in everyone's ears, sending shivers down their spines.
Mere dozens of steps away, Du Gui stared at the man before him, his gaze filled with terror. He was frozen in place, a chill piercing straight to his soul.
Su Bei's blood-soaked black hair fanned out, each strand quivering slightly.
Droplets of blood hovered in the air, like red pearls.
HAHAHA!
The next moment, a clap of thunder struck Su Bei's Longsword. The earth rippled like water, throwing up clouds of dust.
He abruptly raised his head, looked at Du Gui, and said slowly, "You... are the second one."
Beneath the crashing thunder, amidst a brilliant golden light, Su Bei's Longsword slashed across his throat.
A torrent of blood surged towards the heavens.
SPURT!
Du Gui's headless body collapsed to the ground.
Everyone went mad. Even the South Emperor was momentarily distracted. The Confucian Sage, who had been staunchly holding up the Heaven and Earth Chessboard, took an abrupt step forward, only to be slammed back to the ground by a palm strike from the South Emperor, who had instantly refocused.
South City—the graveyard of Tribulation-Crossing Cultivators!
This calamity was destined to be recorded in the annals of history: one man, one sword, slaughtering thousands of cultivators and slaying two Tribulation-Crossing Cultivators—an unimaginable feat...
The vortex in the sky spun continuously. Bolts of lightning flickered, converging above Su Bei. Thunder rolled—a display of terrifying phenomena!
The sky grew increasingly dark, blacker than the deepest night.
Inky clouds churned within the blackened sky, pressing ever lower. A foreboding aura slowly coalesced!
The lightning was blood-red. The rain fell in torrents, striking the ground and splashing up crimson spray that looked like blood.
That was the Nine Heavens Jade Thunder.
Malice mingled with the relentlessly surging Evil Qi. Finally, the energy Su Bei's body had absorbed reached a critical threshold. The next step was to face the Tribulation-Crossing Stage.
