463: Kill Xiao Chen

Di Xingyun's gaze passed over Yue Shan, sweeping across the traitors of the Holy Land on the square who had been subdued by the experts of the Star Stone Tribe—their faces were ashen, all Elders and Core Disciples who had knelt before Xiao Chen's tyrannical power.

"Traitors will be dealt with by the Holy Land itself."

Di Xingyun's gaze finally landed on a figure slumped like a pile of mud in a corner of the square—Xiao Chen!

This former Saint of the Star Sacred Land, where was even a fraction of his past high spirits now?

His hair was as disheveled as grass, his magnificent robes were covered in dust and bloodstains, and tears and snot flowed down his face, mixing with the mud. His features were twisted and deformed by extreme fear, and his body shook uncontrollably like a sieve.

When Di Xingyun's gaze, cold as ten-thousand-year profound ice, fell upon him, Xiao Chen reacted like a frog stared down by a venomous snake. He gave a violent jolt and burst into a shrill, distorted wail of pleading:

"Mercy! Di Xingyun! Grandfather Di! Spare me! Spare this dog's life!" He used both hands and feet, desperately trying to crawl toward Di Xingyun, but Purple Kite stepped firmly on him. He could only struggle in vain, his voice sharp and piercing, filled with desperate madness.

"The Star-Erosion Sect forced me! It was them! They used evil methods to control me! I had no choice! For the sake of our time as fellow Disciples, spare me! I'm willing to work like an ox or a horse, to be your slave or servant! Mercy—!"

Xiao Chen then repeatedly kowtowed to Saint Xuanji and Luo Li.

His cries echoed across the deathly silent square, sounding exceptionally jarring and ugly.

The subdued traitors looked at his pathetic state, their eyes filled with disdain and regret.

Xuanji, Feiyu, and the others had faces as dark as water, their eyes burning with rage. This wretched creature had not only invited wolves into the house, nearly destroying the Holy Land's ten-thousand-year Foundation, but was now so afraid of death and lacked any backbone. He had utterly disgraced the Star Sacred Land!

Di Xingyun's expression did not change; his eyes didn't even show a ripple of emotion.

Xiao Chen's wailing, pleading, and excuses were like the buzzing of a mosquito in his ears, unable to cause even the slightest stir.

He took one step, then another, walking toward Xiao Chen.

His footsteps landed on the shattered ground with a slight but clear clicking sound, like a reaper's countdown, drumming against Xiao Chen's heart.

"No! Don't come over! You monster! You can't kill me! The Star-Erosion Sect won't let you get away with this! Ah—!" Xiao Chen's fear reached its peak. He shrieked incoherently, his body twitching violently from extreme terror, and a foul-smelling liquid instantly soaked his crotch.

Di Xingyun stopped in front of him, looking down from above at this tear-streaked, pathetic Saint.

He slowly extended his right hand, fingers spread and palm facing down, hovering over the top of Xiao Chen's head.

"There is only one end for traitors."

Di Xingyun's voice was flat without a single fluctuation, yet it was colder than ten-thousand-year ice and sharper than the winds of the Nine Netherworlds.

The moment his words fell, his right hand suddenly dropped!

Puchi!

A dull thud of shattering bones and sinew that would make one's scalp tingle cleanly ended all of Xiao Chen's wailing and delusions.

All the survivors of the Holy Land, whether Elders or Disciples, looked at that splattered mess of red and white, and then at Di Xingyun's figure—stained with filth yet still upright and indifferent as a demon god. They felt a chill rush from the soles of their feet to their crowns; their Souls were trembling.

Clean, decisive, and ruthless! This was Di Xingyun's way of doing things!

Di Xingyun slowly withdrew his hand. The filth on his palm evaporated instantly under the circulation of the Power of Starlight, returning to cleanliness.

He didn't even look at the remains at his feet. Turning his gaze to Xuanji and Feiyu, his voice regained its previous calm, as if he had just casually brushed away a speck of dust:

"This matter is concluded. How to handle the remaining rebels is the Holy Land's own business. Clan Chief Pan Shan, let us go."

"Yes!" Pan Shan replied in a deep voice, stepping forward to arrive at Di Xingyun's side.

Di Xingyun said no more, not even glancing at the Holy Land ancestors who had complex expressions and seemed to want to say something.

He turned and walked away, his figure appearing exceptionally tall and solitary on the square where ruins and blood intertwined, with Pan Shan's mountain-like figure following closely behind.

As he left, Di Xingyun also took the nine Star Steles. After all, having resolved such a huge mess, there had to be some reward.

Saint Xuanji and Saint Feiyu looked at each other, both seeing deep bitterness, helplessness, and a hint of relief from surviving a disaster in the other's eyes.

Compared to the outcome of the Holy Land's Legacy being cut off and all high-level members being imprisoned, enslaved, or even refined, losing the Star Steles seemed... not entirely unacceptable.

At least the Holy Land still existed, and the people were still there.

Saint Xuanji watched the direction in which they disappeared and took a deep breath of the bloody air. It finally turned into a heavy, long sigh filled with powerlessness and resignation, echoing for a long time over the silent ruins of the Holy Land.

Eternal Night Divine Capital, Sacred Pill Workshop.

A scorching aura distorted the air, reflecting a bright red glow onto the walls.

Di Qingge sat cross-legged with her eyes tightly shut.

Floating before her was a fist-sized flame shaped like a Qilin, its entire body swirling with an eerie purple light—it was Li Hongjin's Purple Qilin Demon Fire.

Although this flame was quite extraordinary, emitting a violent bestial pressure, it instinctively shrank back and dimmed in front of Di Qingge's Chaos Pure Flame, like a cub encountering an ancient Vicious Beast.

Di Qingge lightly tapped with her fair, slender finger. A wisp of Chaos Pure Flame separated from her fingertip, wrapping around the Purple Qilin Demon Fire in layers like a spiritual snake taming its prey.

The Purple Qilin Demon Fire struggled violently, letting out silent shrieks. Purple tongues of fire frantically licked at the Chaos Pure Flame, trying to counter-consume it, but they were easily dissolved by the seemingly thin layer of pure flame.

"Refine!" Di Qingge's red lips parted slightly.

The Chaos Pure Flame suddenly tightened!

The Purple Qilin Demon Fire was like a block of ice thrown into a furnace, emitting sizzling wails as the eerie purple light was purified at a visible speed.

In just a few breaths, that violent beast fire completely disappeared, leaving behind only a wisp of pure purple fire Origin.

With a light wave of her hand, that much-tamed purple fire seed, now purified and refined, turned into a streak of light and flew toward Di Yanfeng, who was waiting in the corner of the pill room.

"Cousin Yanfeng, this fire provides little benefit to me now. I have removed the bestial hostility within it, and its Origin is pure. it is perfect for your Molten Fire Spirit Body."

Di Yanfeng, who was burly, was overjoyed at the sight, his eyes bursting with fervent light: "Thank you, Sister Qingge!"

Without hesitation, he opened his mouth and inhaled. The purple fire seed entered his mouth, and instantly, purple light surged across his body. His aura rose sharply, faintly touching the threshold of the Tongtian Realm Second Level!

He closed his eyes to concentrate, putting all his effort into refining the Purple Qilin Demon Fire.

"The Chaos Pure Flame, formed by the Fusion of three Saint fires under the enhancement of the Myriad Flames Return to Origin Art, can melt all fires. It has currently devoured the Earth Core Molten Lava Fire and is only a thin layer away from the Divine Fire Realm."

A peaceful yet supremely majestic voice sounded within the pill room.

Dan Chenzi's figure quietly appeared. His hair and beard were all white, and his face was lean. His gaze landed on Di Qingge, filled with scrutiny and approval.

"Your Foundation is already thick enough. If you can find another Saint fire to devour and fuse with, the Divine Fire Realm can be expected."

Di Qingge stood up and bowed respectfully: "This Disciple understands. Thank you for your guidance, Revered Master."

Thoughts whirled in her mind as information about the factions in the Medicine King Prefecture that possessed Saint fires flowed through her. A flash of determination crossed her eyes.

The Divine Fire Realm was not only related to the Great Dao of Alchemy but was also the key to a leap in her combat strength!

Dan Chenzi nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over Di Yanfeng, who was refining the Purple Qilin Demon Fire.

"The Di Clan truly produces many talents!"