Chapter 503 The Shock of the Entire Great Soul Sect

The killing intent, like a volcano dormant for eons suddenly erupting, did not violently tear through the cave dwelling. Instead, it transformed into countless invisible, sharp threads, subtly spreading along the spiritual energy脉络 (meridians) of the Great Soul Sect mountain.

In the rock crevices at the top of the cave dwelling, the faint spiritual light that originally flowed was instantly frozen, then shattered inch by inch, turning into dust that fell rustlingly.

The three-zhang-tall God of Slaughter phantom, holding a blood-patterned longsword, its crimson eyes shifting slightly, emitted no sound, yet it caused the entire space of the cave dwelling to twist. Fine cracks appeared on the surfaces of the stone bed and stone table, as if they would disintegrate at any moment.

Fan Shanmeng collapsed to the ground, soaked wet. Her seventh-level Xuan Tribulation spiritual power wildly surged within her body, yet it was firmly suppressed by that pure killing aura.

She couldn't even move her fingertips.

Fan Shanmeng bit her lower lip tightly, the taste of blood filling her mouth, yet it still couldn't dispel the wails of vengeful spirits echoing in her mind.

Those sounds were not illusory; they were formed from countless resentments condensed by the God of Slaughter Origin (Source/Essence). Each wail carried extreme pain and ferocity, like countless small knives repeatedly cutting at her sea of consciousness.

Fan Shanmeng could clearly see her protective spiritual energy dissolving at a visible speed, and fine blood spots appearing on her skin, as if she was about to be torn apart directly by this killing intent.

"No… impossible…"

Fan Shanmeng's voice was broken, tears mixed with cold sweat streamed down her cheeks as she exclaimed in shock, "Master Yan Luan said he was just an ordinary Kong Jie (Void Tribulation Realm) cultivator… This is simply not power a human can possess!"

Just then, the God of Slaughter phantom slowly raised its blood-patterned longsword, the tip pointing towards the dome of the cave dwelling.

Without any earth-shattering roar, an extremely condensed killing aura shot out from the sword tip, piercing through the rock like an invisible arrow, directly breaking through the Great Soul Sect's mountain-protecting formation.

The mountain-protecting formation was the foundation of the Great Soul Sect, personally set up by the Seven-Colored Immortal Venerable, powered by countless soul crystals and ancient spiritual materials, containing rich soul dao laws, enough to withstand a full-force attack from a Late-stage Void Tribulation cultivator.

But the moment Lin Che's God of Slaughter aura touched the formation's light screen, the faint golden screen rapidly melted like thin ice meeting a blazing sun. A dark crack spread from the point of contact, covering half of the formation like a spiderweb.

"Buzz—"

A muffled roar echoed throughout the entire Great Soul Sect mountain range. The mountain-protecting formation's alarm runes flashed wildly, and blinding red light dyed half the sky.

Disciples cultivating on various peaks stopped their movements in unison, looking up at the source of the alarm, their faces filled with astonishment.

"What's going on? Has the mountain-protecting formation been attacked?"

"Who dares to intrude upon my Great Soul Sect? Are they tired of living?"

"Look! The formation is cracking! What kind of aura is that?"

The first to detect the anomaly was the mountain patrol elder, a cultivator at the ninth level of Xuan Tribulation.

He stood atop the Soul-Gazing Tower on the eastern side of the mountain gate, holding a mountain patrol soul banner, when he suddenly felt a bone-chilling killing aura sweeping in with the wind.

That aura was so terrifying that it made even this battle-hardened elder tremble all over. The soul banner in his hand automatically let out a mournful cry, and more than a hundred vengeful spirit phantoms entwined on the banner instantly dissipated by more than half.

"This… This is the God of Slaughter Origin (Source/Essence)! And it's an extremely pure God of Slaughter Origin (Source/Essence)!"

The mountain patrol elder's pupils constricted, his voice trembling, "It's definitely not something an ordinary cultivator can possess. Even an Early-stage Empty Tribulation Realm cultivator couldn't condense such terrifying killing intent!"

Before he finished speaking, the killing aura swept across the entire Soul-Gazing Tower like a tide.

The tower body, cast from millennium profound iron, now began to tremble violently, and dense scratches appeared on its surface, as if it had been repeatedly hacked by countless invisible swords.

The mountain patrol elder hastily conjured his natal soul artifact, a bronze soul shield, attempting to resist the erosion of the killing aura. But as soon as the bronze shield appeared, it was pierced with countless small holes by the killing aura. The soul patterns on the shield's surface instantly dimmed, rendering it directly useless.

"Pfft—"

The mountain patrol elder spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, staggering back several steps, only managing to steady himself by crashing into a stone pillar of the Soul-Gazing Tower.

He looked in horror at the source of the killing aura, which was the secluded cave dwelling where Lin Che was, and a storm raged in his heart: "Is it the cultivator Lü Wenran brought? What exactly is his background?"

The news spread like wildfire, reaching every peak of the Great Soul Sect at the fastest speed.

On the training ground, thousands of Great Soul Sect disciples were cultivating soul dao divine abilities. Some were activating soul banners to summon vengeful spirits, while others were practicing soul sword techniques, creating a bustling and vibrant scene.

But the moment the killing aura spread, all the disciples' movements froze.

The vengeful spirit phantoms that were being condensed screamed in terror as if they had met their nemesis, instantly dissipating; the soul artifacts in their hands all lost their luster, some even directly shattering.

Disciples with lower cultivation levels even spat out blood on the spot, collapsing to the ground, convulsing uncontrollably.

A young disciple who had just broken through to the third level of Xuan Tribulation had a face as pale as paper, clutching his head tightly with both hands, roaring, "Don't come over! Don't kill me!"

The person in charge of the training ground was a middle-aged elder, whose cultivation had reached the Early-stage Empty Tribulation Realm, making him one of the few high-level combatants in the Great Soul Sect.

Seeing this, his expression changed drastically. He hastily conjured a huge soul drum and struck it fiercely. The muffled drum sound contained soul dao power that soothed the mind, attempting to dispel the terrifying killing aura.

But as soon as the drum sound began, it was forcibly suppressed by the killing aura. Cracks rapidly appeared on the surface of the soul drum, and with a 'crack', it shattered, sending fragments flying.

The middle-aged elder's face was ashen. He looked in the direction where the killing aura permeated, his eyes filled with solemnity and apprehension.

"This killing aura is too overbearing, it has already far exceeded the scope of a Kong Jie (Void Tribulation Realm) cultivator, and it's even… purer than the killing aura during the wars back then!"

The middle-aged elder's words were heard by the surrounding disciples, instantly causing an even greater commotion, and their eyes revealed an unimaginable look of fear.

Lü Wenran stopped at this moment, his single hand behind his back, gazing towards the direction of the mountain peak, a somewhat strange expression in his eyes.

"God of Slaughter Origin (Source/Essence)… For so many years, it seems no one has ever condensed it. Wang Teng, oh Wang Teng, you truly make this venerable one look at you in a new light."

Lü Wenran's lips curved into an arc, a hint of undetectable coldness flashing in his eyes, and he thought to himself, "Master, I have already obtained the person you need. Next, all that's required is a complete opportunity to eliminate him."

…At this moment, all the disciples in the Great Soul Sect stared with wide, bell-like eyes, looking in that direction with disbelief, their eyes filled with endless fear.

"What? Stronger than Immortal Venerable's killing aura?"

"Who exactly is that cultivator? How could Old Ancestor Qing Niu (Green Ox) bring such a person into the sect?"

"It's over, it's over. Is he going to attack our Great Soul Sect?"