All Heavenly destiny reduced to ashes
Chapter 302 - 163: Crushing (4/3, thanks to the alliance leader, Night Hawk 307!)

Chapter 302: Chapter 163: Crushing (4/3, thanks to the alliance leader, Night Hawk 307!)

"Brother has died!"

"There’s a master! Everyone, retreat quickly!"

With a single strike, An Jing killed a high-ranking Inner Strength warrior without even disrupting his breathing. With his left hand, he swung his mace again, smashing the head of a close approaching Zuohuan Sect Martial Artist, splattering blood and brain matter like smashing a watermelon.

The speed was simply too fast. Only at this moment did the various Zuohuan Sect Martial Artists respond, rallying their Battle Formation with shouts, "Form up a formation to stop him!"

In the blink of an eye, the Spirit Qi of Inner Breath within these warriors resonated in unison, forming a martial formation.

As Divine Abnormalities within the body of a Martial Artist are the foundation of a formation, the Embracing the Void Martial Arts, Battle Formation, and Military Formation were unique too. The Zuohuan Sect, being the best among the Dust Li Five Sects at utilizing spirit forces, linked their ’Great Illusion Yin Qi’ instantly. In a moment, dozens, even hundreds of birds made of yin energy soared from the formation, ethereal as a dream.

These birds looked like hundreds of sharp, flying knives, following a mysteriously intricate path as they moved around their bodies, forming a murderous Flying Bird Sword Formation!

[Thousand Heart Divine Falcon Formation]!

Once this formation was set, dozens to hundreds of yin energy Divine Falcons appeared. If any struck, it would be like slashing one’s Soul and Spirit with a knife, and with the Falcons connected, the flow of yin energy and releasing of forces were unparalleled!

Therefore, this formation stopped An Jing.

A single mace swing.

An Jing’s expression remained calm as the trajectory of hundreds of yin energy birds spinning and moving reflected in his eyes.

He stepped forward, showing no intention of retreat, while his actions were even more straightforward.

As he stepped forward, he channeled the strength of his waist and abdomen, raising his arm and the golden mace in his hand to smash downward.

Boom!

It looked like just a light smash.

But the air turned into liquid, rippling in waves with the swing of the mace, an illusion caused by the pushing of Inner Breath, so fast and heavy that the surrounding air couldn’t scatter quickly enough to prevent the phenomena!

With that strike, An Jing fully activated the Taibai Luminous Godly Ban within him. His Great Tendons, Skin Membrane, bones, and meridians all actuated together, coupled with the Piercing Armor True Strength from the Imperial Heaven method, focused on the Purple Gold Bright Mace at the core, concentrating all his strength at one point!

Bang!

"Ah!!!"

The Thousand Falcon Formation, formerly soaring freely, twisted and deformed in an instant. It was struggling with all its might to release force, but against such a brutally violent strike, akin to a volcanic eruption, it could only shatter in a blink. The leading Inner Strength Martial Artist felt a numbness in his arms, darkness before his eyes, and then as if he had been hit head-on by a fully armored heavy horse carriage, he was sent flying backward.

Mid-flight, he screamed out loud, spewing fragments of his internal organs, dead on the spot!

The other Zuohuan Sect Martial Artists who had formed up the formation all took a step back, then another step back, and then they stumbled and fell, like dominos pushed over by hand.

An Jing charged into their midst, blood and flesh flying in all directions as the sounds of clashing weapons and thunderous explosions echoed, shaking the entire Youde Garden. Clearly, no one was left alive.

"Form up! Form up!"

The bald Martial Artist from the Huangyang Sect let out a shrill cry. He recognized the scar-eyed Martial Artist opposite: they were evenly matched, and although the Zuohuan Sect was slightly inferior to the Huangyang Sect, their smaller team of this level held no difference in strength.

The scar-eyed Martial Artist killed with one strike, their Battle Formation broken with one strike, proof enough for themselves that this Jing Xuan, rumored to have achieved Enlightenment, was a true fucking genius!

No wonder the higher-ups required them to team up—it turned out Jing Xuan was a monster who could take on a dozen of them on his own, a true inheritor of the legacy!

In an instant, the Huangyang Sect Martial Artists had already formed the [Surging Wave Heavy Billow Formation], with the ’Sea Tide Qi’ churning and shuttling through. The Martial Artists of the Huangyang Sect coordinated tacitly, their azure Qi Force arranged tightly, interlocking in layers, like countless small waves converging into massive mountainous billows, capable of both attack and defense!

"Messenger elder!"

Even so, the bald Martial Artist did not feel the slightest bit of safety, he yelled, "Hold him off! Call the elders to come here!"

But it was too late.

Because An Jing had already raised his Long Mace in his hand.

His gaze was indifferent, as if looking at corpses, his heartbeat amplified by the surging Inner Strength, resonating like a great bell announcing the coming of death.

He surged forward, each step cracking and shaking the ground, clearly a single man charging a formation, yet it seemed instinctive that all people and objects before him should give way and tremble.

Otherwise, they would be crushed!

"Guuah!!!"

The bald martial artist leading the way focused his Inner Strength between his chest and abdomen, his eyes bulging, and both his arms and torso swelling up as he breathed in and out the ’Sea Tide Qi’ from within the formation.

This was the signature killing technique of the Huangyang Sect, the [Swallowing Sea Toad Strength], combined with the specially transformed Divine Abnormality Dantian Sea, which allowed him, as the focus of the formation, to bear the strength of many fellow disciples in a split second. In terms of sheer power, it was far mightier than An Jing!

But he did not collide with An Jing head-on. Instead, he swung his arm and pressed it heavily against a pillar of Youde Garden next to him.

Boom!

The terrifying force shook the entire structure of the house. The main beam broke in an instant, and the core structure of Youde Garden collapsed with that single shake!

The bald martial artist’s target was not An Jing, but the whole house!

"Run!"

Amidst the chaos, the bald martial artist burst from the rubble like a flying fish, swiftly escaping towards a distant street. As he ran, he roared angrily, "This kid has received True Transmission! Split up and escape! Call the messenger elder to kill him!"

"We can’t beat him; let the Grandmaster take action!"

As soon as he said this, he planned to continue speeding away.

Challenge Jing Xuan head-on?

What a joke! He was the disciple of a Great Sect, with sharp eyes. Given Jing Xuan’s pure inner power, a direct clash would at most send him flying with a bloody nose. But as the focus of the formation, he would definitely burst like an exploded pufferfish, scattering in all directions!

It’s better to live a bad life than to die a good death. Once the Grandmaster of the Sect takes action, it’s certain this kid will have his head delivered!

But he had completely forgotten one thing.

That was, the original phrase for a trump card is ’a card thrown to abandon’.

With a swing of his left hand, he blasted through the falling beams and bricks, leaping out. An Jing narrowed his eyes, focusing on the direction in which the bald martial artist was fleeing. His right hand condensed the Taibai Fiend Qi energy, which even seemed to roar and surge, turning into thunderous sounds.

Layers of black meridians emerged in his right hand, a fierce and violent Qi clashing with the thunder, causing a series of faint whistles to arise.

[Commanding Five Soldiers True Thunder·Metal Edge Thunder]

Condensing Qi into weapons, turning weapons into thunder, An Jing charged his power, and then threw the Long Mace from his hand.

The golden light broke through the air, as loud as thunder!

Boom!

"Ah!"

This strike, like a god hurling a spear in a clear sky, resulted in a loud clap of thunder! The fleeing bald martial artist’s back was instantly penetrated by the Purple Gold Bright Mace. He let out a short cry before being enveloped by the Golden Thunder Light. Then countless sharp Qi forces exploded, shredding him from inside out and turning him into a blood mist in mid-air!

An Jing raised his hand, the Golden Qi responding. The Long Mace arced back into his grasp. And behind him, many warriors of the Huangyang Sect had just begun to crawl out of the rubble.

Turning around, An Jing’s eyes flashed with blood. He remained silent, entirely ignoring the others’ pleas for mercy. Like playing whack-a-mole, he smashed each one back into the rubble with a mace, creating a blurry mess of flesh and blood.

"Idiot! If you had run earlier, you might have lived!"

In the end, a warrior from the Huangyang Sect broke down mentally. Watching An Jing silently approach him, he lifted his shaking knife, both crying and laughing, "You will die! You’re doomed to die! Just like your master!"

An Jing knocked the knife away with a strike of his mace, then he reached out and twisted his head off, as if picking an apple. It came off in his hand.

Because he was in a bad mood, he used too much strength, and the head was crushed midway through the act.

"Tsk, soft skull."

An Jing had intended to take the head to the authorities to inquire about the situation and find out the true identity of the faction involved. Now that was no longer possible. With some disgust, he shook his hands to fling off the brain fluids and blood, muttering, "Bad luck."

After the killings, he turned around, ignoring the trembling group from Youde Garden on the other side of the street. He walked towards his dwelling with furrowed brows, "Martial artists are looking for me and my master? They are targeting me?"

"Infighting? Or is it...personal vendetta?"

But it didn’t matter anymore. An Jing was very clear; this was his Heavenly Mandate. No matter the cause and consequence, in the end, it all came down to if soldiers come, block; if water comes, cover with soil.

The peaceful days were over.

It was time to kill.