Chapter 422: 422, [In a Superior Position] (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)
The invader force that descended on this location consisted of exactly 4,000 members.
A significant number, but primarily comprised of low-level foreign races.
The purple-haired leader of the foreign race, although only ranked sixth in power, held a position of respect and influence far surpassing that of ordinary high-level foreign races.
That’s one reason why the foreign race woman was so excited to hear his praise.
Named Yi Xuan, this purple-haired man was as renowned for his stunning looks as he was for his high status amongst the foreign races.
At this very moment, a young boy, his face smeared with dirt, emerged from the woods.
He carried a load of firewood on his back, his clothing was worn and tattered, and his height was below average.
His petite frame seemed even smaller in comparison to the pile of firewood he bore on his back.
Thus, his knees were slightly bent, and his posture stooped, unable to stand upright.
The boy’s stomach grumbled with hunger, but he was already accustomed to that sensation.
Orphaned at a young age, he was left alone in the world.
He was too young back then to fend for himself.
When hungry, he wandered the back alleys of Blooming City, passing by the houses of his neighbors time and again.
Desperately hoping that someone might ask him, “Have you eaten? If not, you’re welcome to eat at my house.”
He was fortunate. He was sheltered by Aunt Li, a neighbor.
Aunt Li’s household comprised only her and her small child. Their life was already a struggle.
The occasional hunger of two now became a routine hunger of three.
Gradually, they all got accustomed to hunger.
Only when he grew older and could do more physical labor did their living conditions slightly improve.
Regrettably, he was now in his growing phase, and being a boy who often did manual labor, he was always hungry, no matter how much he ate.
In his dreams, he longed for meat, he would imagine it till he salivated.
At this moment, the firewood-carrying boy looked up at the foreign invader force and couldn’t help but step back.
“Who … are these people?” the boy was slightly panicked.
It couldn’t be helped. The members of the foreign race looked exceptionally eccentric without disguising their true forms.
While the mainstream on the Heavenly Dust Continent held black eyes and black hair, with the odd difference being a slightly different hair color.
But the foreign race? Purple, red, green, blue…the colors of the rainbow can be seen with just a casual glance.
Though they were not by any means punk-styled, the sight of such a collection of clearly abnormal people was enough to instill panic.
4,000 people, even the total number of some schoolteachers and students on Earth would not amount to this.
The main thing was these foreign races did not hide their aura.
Under the overwhelming aura of the foreign races, the boy, a mortal of Heavenly Dust and a slightly undernourished one at that, was gasping for breath.
His legs felt weak, and he stumbled as he backed away, falling to the ground.
The firewood he carried scattered all around him. A branch had pierced his arm, drawing a small flow of blood.
In the invader force, Yi Xuan watched the boy with amusement.
“Pitiful ant of Heavenly Dust,” he smirked, raising his slender finger, and pointed at the boy from afar.
The next moment, the firewood next to the boy was ablaze.
The flames spread to him, causing him to scream and roll around on the ground, but it was in vain.
With his efforts, these fires could not be extinguished.
The boy, despairing, watched as the flames creeping from his arms to his chest.
Before his death, the boy, who was used to being hungry, smelled the scent and was surprised.
— He didn’t expect that his burning flesh would smell so good.
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For Yi Xuan, this was merely a small interlude after arriving on the Heavenly Dust Continent.
Of course, it thoroughly incited the innate bloodlust of the foreign races.
There was so much the Blood Pact gave them: not only absolute loyalty but also madness, bloodlust, brutality…
“We move,” Yi Xuan ordered his army.
A single ant of Heavenly Dust could not satiate his appetite.
In contrast, he was slightly interested in Blooming City, as mentioned by the woman of the foreign race.
The ants of an entire city could at least be a mouthful.
As for the fewer than a hundred cultivators in the city, naturally, he did not take them into serious consideration.
Here, they had an army of 4,000 foreign races, 4,000 against 100, this was an absolute crushing victory.
He even felt a bit regretful about this.
With such few cultivators, slaughtering them wouldn’t be satisfying at all.
Yi Xuan narrowed his purple eyes slightly, spread his purple light wings behind him, and led his army flying towards Blooming City.
They had not flown far before he frowned and looked at the woman of the foreign race beside him.
“Did you say… the cultivators in Blooming City are less than a hundred?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” the woman of the foreign race replied, her gaze fixated on his stunning face.
Yet, it didn’t take long before she was left bewildered.
It wasn’t only her that was bewildered, the entire foreign army was too.
Because what was coming their way from the distance, was nearly ten thousand swordsmen who rode flying swords!
They covered the sky and the earth, like a swarm of locusts passing by, shouting and yelling something, some of which the foreigners could understand, some they could understand just half, some they couldn’t understand at all.
What surprised Yi Xuan most was, why were these cultivators, who clearly seemed to be of a not-so-high realm, so arrogant?
Yes, they appeared very arrogant!
Even the way they looked at them was somewhat off.
It was the look one would give to prey!
This feeling was really strange.
Because the foreigners saw themselves as hunters, they came here to hunt. But as soon as they arrived here, they found out that these ‘preys’ in their eyes were very wild, as if they were the ones who came here for hunting.
“Master… I… I…” Seeing so many swordsmen, the foreign woman was at a loss for words.
She guaranteed that the number wouldn’t exceed a hundred, but now the number was a hundred times more than what she said!
What should they do?
“Hmph, no matter how many ants there are, they are still ants.” Seeing no Great Cultivator on the opposite side, Yi Xuan quickly regained his calm after initially being shocked.
As long as there were no Great Cultivators, everything would be fine.
Just kill them!
A mere ten thousand low-order cultivators, he alone could easily kill a large batch!
Moreover, there were a great number of high-level foreigners at this place.
Just by working together these high level foreigners could slaughter them all!
“All people have but one life, and you ants, no one can stand in the way of my blade.” His right hand stretched out, and a purple crystal long knife appeared in hand.
This knife was entirely made of crystals, semi-transparent all over, and at the blade there was a dark red line, with obscure runes engraved above this line.
This purple crystal knife made a brilliant sound, like a dragon’s roar or a tiger’s bellow.
However, the sound abruptly stopped the next moment.
Because it broke.
The purple crystal knife split into two from the center, the section was smooth, as if a piece of tofu had been easily cut into two halves, facing no resistance at all during the cutting process.
Yi Xuan was holding the broken blade, his purple eyes suddenly dilated!
He didn’t even realize how his knife broke!
It happened too fast, everything happened too fast.
It was so fast that he didn’t have time to react.
Next, he felt a burning sensation on his body, as if something had splashed onto him.
It was blood, boiling hot blood, foreign race’s blood!
This blood came from the foreign woman by his side, from the High-Level Foreign Races at his side.
“Bang——!”
Blood sprayed all around, and ten high-rank foreigners died instantly,
“Whoo——” A gust of wind blew by, stirring up his purple hair.
His pupils were trembling slightly, and his body was somewhat stiff for a moment.
His knife was broken, ten people had just died by his side, but he felt nothing!
Everything seemed to have happened in complete silence, he didn’t even know who did it!
And this unknown, often brought endless fear.
He was flustered.
A large number of low-ranked foreigners were already standing together with the swordsmen, the foreigners were slightly stronger, but unfortunately… the swordsmen could revive!
Most of them had just learned new skills these days, they were at the peak of their enthusiasm.
In the eyes of the swordsmen, foreigners were the best tools for practice, and at the same time, they could also make up for the experience points they spent learning skills.
The situation was chaotic for a moment!
Yi Xuan was in the crowd and suddenly heard the sound of a sword.
After the sound of the sword, he clearly felt the broken blade in his hand vibrate violently!
“It’s this sword! This sword did it!” Yi Xuan understood instantly.
He followed the sound and looked up.
He saw that sword hovering in the air, a sword that gave him endless fear!
The sword’s design looked rather ordinary, but the aura that it emanated was astonishing.
He had never thought that there would be such a sword in the world.
The feeling was strange, as if he was not facing a sword, but rather, a formidable Great Cultivator of Heavenly Dust!
And beside this sword, there was also a man in a black robe sitting on a paper crane.
His appearance left Yi Xuan stunned for a moment.
As he was looking at the man in the black robe, the man in the black robe was also looking down at him.
——Looking down from a high position.
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(PS: It’s the end of the month, double monthly tickets, seeking votes! I was blown up by six people overnight, too terrifying… it seems like now the fans with disciple status and above, their votes are unlimited during the monthly voting, they can vote as many tickets as they have.)
