A Blind Swordsman's Sword Coffin

Li Guanqi’s sleeve exploded, and the flesh on his left arm disintegrated to nothing. All his strength drained away. His primordial soul hollowed out, his sea of consciousness exhausted. His face visibly aged, wrinkles spreading rapidly across it.

The Red Lotus Sword let out a strained, sorrowful hum. Its sword radiance blazed across ten li of void, staining the emptiness a deep crimson.

Sword Spirit’s form slowly dissolved into countless motes of light, merging into the blade. A profound, alien sensation surged through Li Guanqi’s entire being.

Her resonant, iron-clad voice rang loudly in his mind. “This time... let me become your blade. Let us kill until heaven and earth are overturned!”

Boom!

The Red Lotus Sword cleaved downward toward the distant ancient bell.

“Red Lotus. World Annihilation.”

Meng Jiangchu, having rushed over from the Divine Treasure Territory, snapped his head up and looked into the distance. A thousand-zhang blood-red sword beam flashed through the void.

The void itself tore open, split by a rift stretching nearly ten thousand zhang.

The sword light shattered the spirit treasure ancient bell, and the entire Liu family domain collapsed into nothingness.

Liu Peiyuan’s heart pounded wildly. He unleashed his strongest attack in a final, desperate strike, but the sword beam erased him effortlessly. Even in death, he could not comprehend how Li Guanqi had unleashed a strike that rivaled the opening of heaven itself.

“Ancestor!”

“Our ancestor... is... dead...”

Liu Yunxuan, his body carved with countless sword wounds, stood frozen in terror. That heaven-shaking strike had shattered his will.

You Ming’s hushed words echoed in his ears, followed by a flash of sword light beside him. The ancestor vanished, body and soul erased.

The Liu family was plunged into chaos, and in their terror, they scattered, fleeing desperately. Even the elders attempted to escape. The Liu family had lost its main pillar.

But Ye Feng and the others would never allow them to leave. Three layers of heavenly fire barriers descended once more, sealing the domain completely. Today, no one would escape.

Li Guanqi stood in place, emaciated like a withered husk. His once pure white eyes were now clouded with dull yellow blotches. The flesh on the left half of his body was mangled and torn. His once powerful physique had shriveled, skin drained of all luster. His black hair had withered like dead grass, turning ash-gray.

Li Guanqi’s life force flickered like a dying lamp. His companions were overcome with panic. None more so than Peng Luo. The moment he sensed instability in his contract mark, he bolted forward in terror, shoving past Xiao Chen and the others. He tore one of the last two leaves from atop his head without hesitation.

He forced Li Guanqi’s mouth open and shoved the leaf inside, eyes brimming with anxiety. Nine Heavens spat blood, its dragon claw stabbing into its own chest as it drew out a drop of heart blood.

Ye Feng’s heart skipped a beat. Peng Luo and Nine Heavens truly feared for Li Guanqi.

Peng Luo’s leaves were his life essence. He had given the first to Meng Wanshu. Now the second went to Li Guanqi.

“Master... please don’t let anything happen to you...”

Li Guanqi’s awareness gradually returned. He lifted his head, gazing at the countless figures standing in the distant void.

He took the arm Peng Luo offered and bit down. Dense spirit stones materialized behind him, shattering under a surge of vital force.

Boom!

Before anyone could react, space collapsed beneath his feet, and Li Guanqi shot forward. Lightning burst from his steps, transforming into hundreds and even thousands of lightning swords that tore outward.

Sword light flooded the domain. Screams rose in endless waves. The Liu family cultivators had their movements suppressed.

Li Guanqi surged forward like a wolf among sheep. Any who stood before him fell with a single strike. The blood-red blade slid across an old man’s throat. The wet sound of steel through flesh and bone made the skin crawl.

With clouded eyes and a savage gaze, Li Guanqi looked at Liu Yunxuan. As he did, he gripped the old man’s skull in one hand while his sword leisurely sliced through the man’s neck. This horrifying scene drew sharp gasps from all around.

“Li Guanqi! You’ve already slaughtered hundreds of Liu disciples. Innocent men, women, and children included! Isn’t that enough?!”

Li Guanqi tore off the head and flung it backward, blood arcing through the air. His voice was hoarse. “Enough? Far from it. I said I would bury the entire Liu family.”

His figure vanished before his words had even faded. His blood-soaked blade pressed across another elder’s mouth. Cold killing intent sealed the man in place. Before he could react, Li Guanqi formed a blade with his fingers and stabbed through the man’s dantian. Thunder exploded, incinerating his organs to ash. The sword flashed, cleaving him from mouth to skull. Li Guanqi’s hand burrowed into the man’s crown, ripping out his primordial soul and tossing it into the lightning pagoda. Even Liu Yunxuan felt a shiver run down his spine.

The nearby cultivators swallowed hard.

Finally, a middle-aged woman forced Cao Yan back and screamed, “We were wrong! Please spare us! I’ll do anything! It was only a Nascent Soul Realm girl. Did she really warrant all this? You’ve already killed four hundred people. Isn’t that enough?”

Cao Yan’s eyes blazed as he charged forward, engulfed in flames. As her sword swung, he merely tilted his head, allowing it to slice off his ear, all so he could land his punch.

Li Guanqi stared coldly at the blood-soaked woman. “What do you mean, ‘only a girl’?”

Boom!

A crimson sword beam flashed. Dozens of lightning swords pierced her body. Her flesh split in a breath. The blade came to rest at her neck as Li Guanqi whispered, “To you, she was only a girl. But to me, she was my sister.”

Swoosh!

Her head flew off. A mist of blood enveloped Li Guanqi as the massacre continued. However, Liu Yunxuan, surrounded by Ye Feng and Xiao Chen, refused to die easily.

Kill!

Every strike split flesh. The Liu family drowned in blood. The stench choked the air. Cracks in the earth filled with gore. Blood pooled into streams, carrying shattered corpses. Li Guanqi sealed their souls inside the lightning pagoda.

Half an hour later, there was only silence.

Of nearly three thousand Liu family members, only Liu Yunxuan remained.

His face was deathly pale, his eyes wide with terror. He screamed hoarsely, “Madman... you’re a madman!”

Li Guanqi stood like a dying corpse, his white robes soaked dark red, torn and riddled with scars.

Even Cao Yan could barely bear the sight.

Three thousand lives lost. Men, women, and children. Cultivators and non-cultivators alike. All slaughtered.

Countless severed heads floated behind Li Guanqi, blotting out the sky. His disheveled hair obscured most of his face.

The blood-dripping blade slowly lifted, pointing at Liu Yunxuan. His voice was hoarse and cold. “Bastard. It’s your turn.”