Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

Chapter 466: The Sun Rises and the Moon Is Constant, and the Rays of Light Are Thousands

Lu Wensheng was like a sun that suddenly descended over the filthy demonic realm. Its light did not bring warmth, but rather an almost cruel intensity that purified all filth and dispelled all shadows.

What he represents is the "order" that evil practitioners hate and fear the most - clean, strict, and intolerant of the slightest evil.

He is the benchmark for slayers and defenders of righteousness, the wielder of the sword hanging overhead, and an existence that all demon cultivators who try to gain benefits in chaos and darkness must retreat and flee from!

At this moment, the "sun" actually descended in person and pierced through the haze of chaos and despair over the Xuanyin Sect without any warning. Its brilliant light left no place to hide.

He was standing right in front of him, his sword stained with blood, his eyes clear, like a god descending to earth, surveying the mess.

Some people were so frightened that their hearts and livers were broken, their hands and feet were cold, and they just wanted to turn around and run away immediately, wishing they could crawl into a crack in the ground.

The appearance of Lu Wensheng means the full intervention of the forces of justice, and means that the doomsday judgment of these "abandoned children" may come early.

Wherever his calm gaze swept across, it seemed to carry an invisible burning sensation, making those evil cultivators with bloody hands and deep sins feel uneasy, and the panic was like a cold poisonous snake wrapped around their hearts.

As for others, those who, like Ah Qi, were coerced, forced, and struggling in the mud, but never gave up their desire to be "human", had a faint but real light in their eyes that they could not suppress.

Lu Wensheng's words "live with dignity" were like a stone thrown into stagnant water, causing ripples in the lake of their desperate hearts. In the boundless darkness, they seemed to... see a possible path to the light that they had never imagined?

Even if this hope was as slim as a candle in the wind, it was enough to make their dying hearts skip a beat and their eyes light up uncontrollably.

Some people were panic-stricken and pale; some people had bright eyes and were emotionally beating.

Lu Wensheng was like an arrow piercing the clouds, tearing through the chaos and descending fiercely.

As he landed on the ground, the sword was still humming, and behind him, several streams of light followed him like a shadow, carrying suffocating pressure and cold sword intent, falling from the sky!

Liu Jiqian's figure, like a banished immortal from the sky, landed silently on the eaves of a relatively intact palace not far behind Lu Wensheng.

The light from the sky broke through the remaining dark clouds of demonic energy and poured down right on him, making his silver hair, which was like pouring moonlight and flowing with an icy luster, almost transparent, and every strand of hair seemed to contain the shards of cold stars.

His posture was tall and straight, and his robe remained motionless in the chaotic air currents. Only the cloud patterns embroidered with silver thread on the corners of his robe and cuffs emitted a restrained brilliance as his sleeves fluttered slightly.

The most captivating thing is his eyes that are like molten gold.

At this moment, the brilliant golden red had lost all its warmth, leaving only the indifference and divinity overlooking the world, like a god hanging high in the sky, watching indifferently the struggle of the ants beneath his feet.

There was no compassion or anger in those eyes, only an absolute calmness that saw through everything and judged life and death, as if everything in the world was being measured on its cold scales.

And around him, there were several figures with the same powerful aura guarding him in an orderly manner, just like the immortal soldiers and generals who guarded the gate of heaven and were in charge of criminal law under the throne of the God!

Ji Yanli stood half a step behind Liu Jiqian on the left, his body straight as a javelin, his face as cold as iron that had not melted for thousands of years.

He held an ancient long sword in his arms, with its scabbard still undrawn. However, the cold sword intent that permeated the air had made the air stagnate. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle as he scanned the chaotic demon cultivators below. There was only cold scrutiny and judgment in his eyes, without a trace of worldly affairs.

Qin Xiao leaned casually against a broken stone pillar behind Liu Jiqian's right side. His posture seemed lazy, but his slightly upturned phoenix eyes were filled with three parts of sarcasm and seven parts of coldness.

He crossed his arms over his chest, his fingertips tapping his elbows from time to time, with a faint curve at the corner of his lips. His smile was not gentle at all, but rather a condescending, almost cruel amusement, like a hunter seeing prey with nowhere to escape.

The aura around him was as heavy as a mountain, yet it also gave off a faint sense of oppression, like a dormant ferocious beast.

Several other top geniuses followed closely behind, some holding magical weapons with spiritual light flashing out; some pinching their fingers to form magic formulas, but not releasing them; some pointing their swords diagonally to the ground, with sword energy contained but not revealed.

Their auras varied, some were sharp, some were solemn, and some were treacherous, but without exception, they all stood in the center, guarding Liu Jiqian and Lu Wensheng below them, like stars surrounding the moon, or like fierce generals guarding the Divine Court.

They stood silently, their cold gazes like tangible blades, silently cutting through every demon cultivator below who tried to look up.

Behind an "Evil God" whose hands were just stained with the devil's blood and whose murderous aura had not yet dissipated, there was another "Evil God" with an even more stern aura, a more detached posture, and an even colder gaze. Around him stood several "Evil Generals" who were equally murderous and as frightening as gods and demons.

This magnificent lineup, this overwhelming pressure, this terrifying aura that was like a divine soldier descending from the sky to judge the mortal world, instantly shocked the Xuanyin Sect's demon cultivators who were already terrified by Lu Wensheng's appearance!

The battlefield, which was filled with shouts and shouts of killing and was in chaos just now, now seemed to be frozen by invisible ice.

Countless pairs of frightened eyes looked at the figures on the roof, looking at those golden eyes without a trace of emotion. The huge fear was like a cold tide, instantly drowning all the will to resist.

Not to mention resistance, many people even subconsciously held their breath, their knees felt weak, and they just wanted to crawl on the ground. They didn't even have the courage to look up and look at each other.

Countless demon cultivators were pale, with cold hands and feet, and their bodies were shaking uncontrollably, not even noticing the magic weapons in their hands falling to the ground with a clang.

There was only one thought left in their minds: escape! Escape from this Jedi that was about to be completely cleansed by "divine punishment"!

"kill--!"

At the moment when the demon cultivator's mind was shocked and his fighting spirit was gone, the righteous disciples who did not hesitate at all after landing had already burst into earth-shaking shouts of killing!

Their goals were extremely clear, like cheetahs smelling blood. When they landed, their swords were wrapped in various colors of spiritual light, and they slashed fiercely at the demon cultivators in the field who had the most evil and demonic energy and were obviously the core diehards!

The sword flashed like a streak of silk, the whip shadow resembled a venomous snake, the knife aura was like thunder, the talisman exploded with brilliant and deadly brilliance, the sword light and shadow tore through the filthy air! The fierce attack broke out in an instant!

Those demon cultivators who were targeted were in extreme panic at this moment. Their minds were broken and they had no time or energy left to fight.

Looking at this lineup that was like a divine army descending from the sky and was determined to kill, and then thinking of those legendary righteous masters, they might be hiding in a corner, watching here with cold eyes, waiting to crush them completely... The huge despair and the chill that penetrated into their bones made them cold all over and their hands and feet weak.

"Run!" Someone let out a shrill and distorted howl, like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The army was defeated like a mountain!

The demon cultivators no longer cared about fellow disciples’ camaraderie or the interests of their sect. Like a colony of ants being poured with boiling water, they completely collapsed. They only wished their parents had given them two more legs, and they fled for their lives in all directions, crying and screaming for their parents, looking for any corner that looked like they could hide or any crack that they could escape through!