I risked my life, using the butterfly effect to shatter the immortal realm.

Xiao Wufeng smiled.

"Junior brother."

He loosely clenched his fists.

Click.

The ground shattered, and lines of blood wove into a net, trapping Yu Liang in mid-air. He took a step forward, the blood array activated, and the killing intent enveloped the plaza.

His gaze passed over Yu Liang and landed on the rusty broken sword in the center of the square.

hum-

The rusted sword trembled violently, emitting a mournful cry of resistance.

"Everyone knows that I cultivate the path of slaughter."

Xiao Wufeng's eyes burned with fervor. "But killing is merely a means. I will become the first 'Slaughtering Sword Immortal' in a thousand years, and the source of this sword path belongs to none other than me."

Xiao Wufeng yanked hard on the hilt of his sword, dragging the rusty blade and causing large pieces of rust to peel off and transform into malevolent energy.

He frowned and said, "Too dirty. After ten thousand years of silence, it has accumulated too much waste."

He looked at Yu Liang: "Junior brother, your destiny is strong enough that even the Heavenly Dao is too lazy to take you. Using you to filter these sword-evil wastes is simply making the best use of your resources."

boom!

The countless sword demons were drawn by the formation and forcibly poured into Yu Liangtian's skull.

The blood vessels bulge out and turn bluish-black.

Xiao Wufeng nodded: "Bear with it, we'll clean it up and erect a tombstone for you."

The excruciating pain overwhelmed consciousness.

Just as Yu Liang was about to faint...

Shila-

A metallic scraping sound rang out as a semi-transparent longsword became lodged in the blood array.

Mo Yuan's mechanical arm was broken, and her face covered in blood as she glared at Xiao Wufeng: "Who gave you permission to touch my materials?"

"Array Dao?"

Xiao Wufeng glanced at her, his expression indifferent. "Just a sophisticated toy."

He did not draw his sword, but simply pointed his fingers and made a sweeping motion in the air.

"Heavenly Sword Secret Technique: Severing Fate"

collapse.

Mo Yuan froze, coughed up blood, and flew backward, crashing into a pile of rubble.

The entire room fell silent.

This is the strength of the chief disciple of Tianjian Peak.

Xiao Wufeng increased the formation's output, "Junior brother, let's go."

The black sword energy surged like a burst dam, relentlessly assaulting Yu Liang's meridians.

A certain death trap.

however.

On that blood-stained face, Xiao Wufeng saw no fear.

He saw a smile.

"Get on the road? Go to hell!"

Yu Liang suddenly looked up, pulled out a stack of blood-stained IOUs from his pocket, and held them high.

"Look carefully, you all!"

"This is your IOU! It bears a bloody handprint and a solemn oath sworn by your inner demons!"

"If I die, these debts will be a mess! Karma will backfire, my inner demons will erupt, and we'll all be finished!"

Ye Aotian, Qian Duoduo, and the others, who had been lying on the ground pretending to be dead, suddenly sprang up.

Cultivators fear karma the most.

If someone owes a huge debt and fails to repay it, causing the creditor to die a violent death, the resulting lightning tribulation will be doubled!

Ye Aotian covered his bleeding forehead; although his hair was disheveled, his anger was genuine.

"Only I can kill my creditors! Who do you think you are, to presume to settle my debts?"

Tuoba Ye picked up his heavy sword:

"My mother always said that men who renege on their debts are spineless! If you kill him, what kind of person would I be?!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Several terrifying auras erupted simultaneously, locking onto Xiao Wufeng.

"A bunch of idiots."

Xiao Wufeng's expression darkened slightly.

No matter how much they planned, they never expected that Yu Liang would turn the seemingly trivial matter of "debt" into a lifesaver.

The blood array beneath Xiao Wufeng's feet surged, attempting to trap everyone in a killing trap.

But this is exactly the opportunity Yu Liang needs.

Taking advantage of the dispersed spiritual energy of the formation, Yu Liang, unable to break free, made a move that defied common sense.

He suddenly grabbed the thickest blood-red chain that transmitted the sword energy.

"Everything Can Be Played with"! A Reversal!

"Lord Pig! Dinner's ready!"

Yu Liang used his body as a conduit to guide this millennia-old swordsmanship waste into the pig-man in his arms.

Hmph?!

Pig Lord was watching a play when he suddenly felt a huge and "uniquely flavored" energy surge into his mouth.

Gudong.

Piglet swallowed it whole.

The once pinkish pig skin now displays black, magical patterns, and the pig's eyes are wide open, a dazed look from being stuffed.

"belch--"

Pig Grandpa opened his mouth and let out a thunderous burp.

call!

A cloud of black smoke was exhaled, twisting and deforming in the air, transforming into a series of lifelike images.

That's causal regression!

In the scene, Xiao Wufeng whispers to Tianjizi:

"...In this trial, all my fellow disciples will be sacrifices. Once I retrieve the sword, I will detonate the earth's veins, seal off the Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords, and announce to the world that we have encountered demonic cultivators..."

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

"Holy crap?!" Tuoba Ye's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "You're going to bury us all?"

Bai Lian'er, pale-faced, stared at Xiao Wufeng's profile in the image and murmured, "So we were just expendable pawns?"

With red-rimmed eyes, she looked at Xiao Wufeng: "Senior brother, do you want to kill me? Is it because I'm not strong enough? Not good enough for your excellence? If I kill Yu Liang now, will you change your mind?"

Tuoba Ye interjected, "Junior Sister Bai, actually I also have many strengths."

"Get out!" Bai Lian'er roared.

Qian Duoduo's heart skipped a beat as she looked at Xiao Wufeng's cold demeanor. She bit her lip and said, "Such a ruthless heart, such a ruthless scheme. He'll stop at nothing to achieve enlightenment... He's practically a perfect potential stock!"

She held up the golden abacus, her cheeks flushed: "Senior Brother Xiao, you're so wicked! But the way you scheme and plot is so cool! I'm going to break your legs and keep you at Dan Ding Peak so you can only do my accounting!"

Yu Liang, dangling in mid-air, nearly coughed up blood: "What the hell is this brain circuitry? Has your love-struck brain grown moldy?!"

Xiao Wufeng's expression finally changed.

That pig was actually able to reverse-analyze the caster's causal memories by devouring the sword aura.

What annoyed him even more were the two women's nonsensical ramblings.

"Noisy."

A hint of disgust flashed in Xiao Wufeng's eyes.

"In that case, let's set off together."

"Kill him!" Ye Aotian roared, and the Sword of Kingship transformed into a golden dragon, charging out first.

Qian Duoduo shouted, "I'm sorry, senior brother," as copper coins rained down from the sky.

Bai Lian'er wept bitterly, tears streaming down her face, as she unleashed a barrage of poisoned needles, all the while shouting:

"Senior brother, get out of the way! I'm going to shoot you in the left shoulder, quickly dodge to the right! As long as you admit your mistake, Lian'er is still yours!"

Tuoba Ye continued, "Junior Sister Bai, there are plenty of fish in the sea... After spending this time together, I've realized I'm deeply..."

"Shut up!" Bai Lian'er shouted again.

A dazzling array of lights and magical artifacts flew about.

This is a joint counterattack by the strongest generation of the Qingxuan Sect.

Xiao Wufeng remained silent in response.

Draw your sword.

Clang!

A blood-red, fan-shaped sword aura swept out horizontally.

Simple, direct, and domineering.

boom! boom! boom!

Ye Aotian and the others all coughed up blood and flew backward.

In the face of absolute suppression, numbers are meaningless.

Qian Duoduo clutched the cracked abacus, her heart aching with heartache, yet her gaze towards Xiao Wufeng grew even more fervent:

"This sword strike... is worth at least five million spirit stones in combat power! Even if this top-tier man is killed, he'll die in a wealthy family!"

"Too weak."

Xiao Wufeng hovered in mid-air, like a god of judgment.

His gaze swept over the group of fellow disciples, each with their own distinct expression, his eyes filled with indifference.

"The path you cultivate is too soft. Your hearts are filled with too many distracting thoughts."

Xiao Wufeng raised his hand, his palm aimed at Yu Liangtian's head.

"The farce is over. Before absolute power, your scheming is nothing but a joke."

The pressure was immense.

Yu Liang's bones groaned and blood flowed from his seven orifices.

But he turned his head with difficulty and stared at the rusty sword that was still trembling and full of "disdain" for him.

"Pack?"

Yu Liang spat out a mouthful of blood.

"At a time like this, you're still pretending to be high and mighty with me?"

The rusted sword hummed, its blade tilting slightly to the side.

It could sense that the person's body was empty, devoid of sword intent and spiritual roots, only filled with scheming.

Such a filthy person is not worthy to wield a sword.

"Junior brother, save your breath."

Xiao Wufeng's voice fell coldly.

"The way of the sword is unyielding. It would rather have its intelligence erased and become a lifeless object than choose you."

A large hand pressed down.

It was only three inches from the hilt.

The rusted sword trembled violently, emitting a desperate, mournful cry.

It sensed Xiao Wufeng's intention—a complete formatting, erasing the consciousness that had existed for ten thousand years, turning it into a mere killing tool.

"Who said I was going to practice swordsmanship?"

Yu Liang suddenly roared, his voice hoarse like a broken gong.

"I'm here to collect scrap metal!"

next second.

Without hesitation, he sacrificed his left ring and little fingers to initiate "cause and effect fraud".

Since there is no predestined connection, we fabricate one; since there is no cause, we distort cause and effect.

Yu Liang's eyes were bloodshot as he roared at the rusty sword:

"Thirty thousand years ago, when you forged this sword, you incurred a tremendous debt to heaven and earth! The son must repay the father's debt, and the sword's owner must repay the debt! Today, I, Yu Liang, have come with the IOU!"

boom!

It was as if something in the world was being forcibly distorted.

An absurd yet closed-loop logic has emerged.

These were originally just crazy words, but on the verge of collapse, they became the only lifeline for the rusty sword.

Xiao Wufeng was the one who wanted to erase souls.

Later, Yu Liang wanted to take it as collateral.

Death, or mortgage?

For a sword that has developed sentience, there is no need to choose.

"Aren't you coming over here?!"

Yu Liang shouted, "Do you want to be turned into an idiot by that pervert?! Be my collateral, at least you'll still be a sword!"

This sentence became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The rusted sword stopped trembling, and a frantic will to survive erupted from beneath the rust.

Just as Xiao Wufeng's fingertips touched the hilt of the sword—

"Buzz!"

A sharp, mournful sword cry tore through the sky.

The rusty sword moved.

It didn't strike Xiao Wufeng, but instead, with a resolute "debt evasion" attitude, it transformed into a gray light and crashed straight into Yu Liang.

Snapped!

Yu Liang gripped the sword hilt with his right hand.

The immense impact caused him to fall from the blood array to the ground.

Smoke and dust billowed up, and the entire venue fell silent.

Xiao Wufeng stared at his empty palm, and for the first time, a look of astonishment appeared on his usually calm face.

Would you rather mortgage yourself to a scoundrel than become his sword?

The smoke and dust cleared.

Yu Liang knelt, leaning on his sword.

His chest heaved violently, black smoke emanated from the severed finger on his left hand, but his face wore the smug smile of a cunning businessman closing a big deal.

He raised his head and brandished the rusty sword in his hand.

"Senior brother."

Yu Liang grinned, revealing a mouthful of blood-stained white teeth.

"Sorry, this piece of junk is now a non-performing asset of mine."

He pulled out the thick stack of IOUs from his pocket and slammed them hard onto the sword.

"Want it? You'll have to pay extra!"