Chapter 2: Assault on Mixia City (Part 1)

The tentacles of Guxi Bi were extremely formidable. After years of refinement, they were no less powerful than those of a third-tier sacrificial artifact, capable of ignoring even the attacks of great saints. Most terrifyingly, it had thousands of tentacles, like countless whips. Once it launched an attack, they functioned like numerous whip-shaped sacrificial artifacts, even more terrifying than the attacks of moon blades.

Therefore, Guo Shier didn’t use the moon blade but opted for Guxi Bi’s more lethal powers. He controlled the altar and charged headfirst into the crowd. Countless tentacles flew everywhere, accompanied by frantic cries. In an instant, dozens of people were entangled by the tentacles. The old hero immediately activated Guxi Bi to devour their souls.

These people were the main force behind the invasion of various mid- and low-level continents; they were the real culprits behind the destruction of the North Talisman Gate. Thus, Guo Shier fought without any hesitation. Moving swiftly, he killed hundreds of professionals in just a short time. At that moment, he was deeply dissatisfied with his own abilities and greatly envied Qi Wuzhen’s tactics. If Qi Wuzhen were there, a single fire sacrifice could eliminate all the professionals in the city.

Eagle Demon felt great—although it wasn’t thrilling enough, the large number of enemies made fighting exhilarating. Roaring, it charged downward to pursue the professionals on the ground, preventing them from launching organized attacks.

Guo Shier couldn’t pay attention to his other companions—whether it was Eagle Demon Luozhan or Nanyou, they were all fighting on their own. Fortunately, no powerful altar-level experts had appeared yet, so there was no immediate danger. Together with Chen Tianyao, the defected expert, they slaughtered the professionals of Mixia City, leaving them screaming in pain.

The professionals of Mixia City fought bravely and refused to retreat. Their numbers grew increasingly large. Guo Shier drove the altar into the crowd. Countless professionals fell, their souls drawn away by Guxi Bi’s tentacles, dying silently. Wherever it passed, corpses lay in its wake.

The battle grew increasingly brutal. The professionals here left a deep impression on everyone—each one fearless, charging wildly as if possessed, trying their utmost to bite their opponents even at the cost of their own lives. This posed a huge challenge to everyone.

At that moment, Guo Shier began using the moon blade—Guxi Bi’s tentacles alone were no longer enough. He cast hundreds of spells and shouted, “Scatter!” The moon blade transformed into countless small moon blades that circled around the altar before suddenly forming a blade array resembling a tornado.

A howling sound filled the air as a tornado formed from the moon blades in front of Guo Shier’s altar. Guo Shier released his spell and shouted, “Attack!” The tornado instantly expanded and moved rapidly forward, crashing into the crowd in an instant. With the sound of the moon blades cutting through the air, the entire sky turned red, with countless pieces of flesh and blood flying into the air. Any professional caught in the tornado would be sliced to pieces by the moon blades, creating a mist of blood. No matter how tenacious a professional was, they would be terrified and flee desperately at the sight of this tornado—they simply couldn’t resist it. This brutal force was terrifying. Under Guo Shier’s control, the moon blades became smaller in number but more numerous, while the tornado formed from them grew larger, constantly breaking apart the ranks of the professionals. After several such attacks, the professionals of Mi Xia City were on the verge of collapse. Even if they tried their best, they couldn’t withstand such a terrifying attack. Anyone hit by the tornado formed by the moon blades would be seriously injured if not killed outright. Since these grand masters and supreme masters couldn’t coordinate an effective joint attack, they became mere prey for Guo Shier to cut at will. After thousands of professionals died, they finally collapsed, with some screaming as they fled. At first, only a few people fled, but after several more attacks by Guo Shier, the professionals of Mi Xia City were utterly desperate. If they could inflict even a slight injury on their opponents, they would fight bravely, but since they couldn’t hurt them in any way—no matter how hard they tried—they would die anyway. They were finally completely defeated. Someone shouted, “Run fast…” In less than a minute, the sky cleared up. Guo Shier cast another spell, and the moon blades, like a storm, merged together to form a giant blade. With a gesture of his hand, the blade emitted a ringing sound before contracting back into a red glow and flying back. He opened his mouth and swallowed it. The Eagle Demon returned, crying out in delight. Luo Zhan flew up from below and said, “They’ve all run away… Shier, let’s go find the old man.” Chen Tianyao also flew back and asked, “Where are we going?” Guo Shier glanced around and saw countless glowing runes in the distance—traces of the professionals fleeing. He said, “Ignore those professionals. Let’s go to the warehouse… They probably haven’t had time to move their stuff yet.” Chen Tianyao immediately smiled broadly and said, “Follow me!” When it came to robbery, he shared the same attitude as everyone else—excitement. Robbery was the most thrilling thing. The group immediately flew eastward, with no professionals daring to stop them along the way. …

Mi Zhengfeng looked at his opponent in despair. A master of a seven-layer altar, with an extremely bizarre altar—each layer burning with black flames. With his insight, he could easily recognize it as a Soul Altar. Dozens of altar-level masters hovered behind him, yet his heart was filled with coldness.

Luo Jie remained expressionless and said calmly, “Your opponent is me!”

Sounds of fighting came from afar. Mi Zhengfeng swallowed hard, trying to stay calm, and said, “Elder, what has our Gu Mi family done to offend you? Please explain. If it’s…”

Before he could finish, Luo Jie waved his hand and said, “Offend me? Haha, this isn’t just an offense anymore!”

Mi Zhengfeng’s heart turned icy as he said, “Please make it clear, elder.”

Luo Jie replied indifferently, “Since you want to know, then let me tell you… When I returned from outside, I found that my family and entire continent had been destroyed—no one in sight… Haha, tell me… Is this not enough of an offense? Tell me… Is this even considered an offense?”

Mi Zhengfeng was stunned. He certainly knew that in recent decades, the Gu Mi family had destroyed many mid- to low-level continents, but after thorough investigations, no high-level professionals had been found. His face turned pale—this was a grave crime that could never be forgiven.

“What do you want? Um… Is there any possibility of reconciliation?”

Luo Jie laughed loudly and said, “Reconciliation? You dare talk about reconciliation! Since you dared to do this, you must be ready to bear the consequences. Haha, we’ll never stop fighting!”

Mi Zhengfeng glanced at his companions behind him and realized they had no chance against Luo Jie—the gap in strength was too great. Soul Altar professionals could challenge those of higher ranks and were far stronger than those of the same level. His men were no match at all. At that moment, he already planned to flee.

Luo Jie said, “Don’t think about escaping. You can’t get away!” Before his words faded, an altar suddenly appeared behind him, also burning with fierce black flames. Qi Nanshan appeared.

Mi Zhengfeng glanced back and felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar—his entire body turned icy cold. There was another Soul Altar master. He understood that if they didn’t handle this properly, they would all die in Mi Xia City.

Qi Nanshan said, “It’s all set. Hehe, kids, you came to our continent to show off your strength—now taste our counterattack!”

Mi Zhengfeng had originally wanted to escape, but after seeing Qi Nanshan, he realized he had no chance of getting away. If it were only Luo Jie alone, he might still have held out a glimmer of hope, but Qi Nanshan’s appearance completely extinguished that hope. He exhaled heavily and struggled to say, “Really… there’s no solution at all?” He still refused to give up, trying to find a way out. Having advanced to the fifth-tier altar, he cherished his life dearly and didn’t want to die.

Luo Jie sneered, “You must be the ancestor of the Gu Mi family, right? You’re the one who destroyed my continent. Do you really think… there’s still a way to fix this?”

Mi Zhengfeng and the group of altar-level experts behind him all paled. How could two high-level Soul Altar professionals fight against each other? Just their pressure alone already left them trapped, forcing them to barely activate their altar defenses without even being able to summon their sacred treasures. Mi Zhengfeng was in slightly better shape, but he certainly didn’t dare to attack first.

At that moment, Mi Zhengfeng noticed countless tiny black dots floating around, like tiny flying ants—hard to spot unless you looked closely. What were those?

Neither Luo Jie nor Qi Nanshan rushed to act. They shared the same mindset: how could they vent their anger without torturing them first? So they continued to pressure them, both verbally and with spiritual pressure, while secretly setting traps.

Those tiny black dots, resembling flying ants, gradually converged and merged. Mi Zhengfeng’s eyes widened in shock as he realized these dots were actually tiny flames—black flames. Among their group were several sharp-eyed professionals, and one of them shouted, “Soul flames!”

Countless soul flames, like snowflakes, floated in the air—this was the hidden trap set by Luo Jie and Qi Nanshan.

Luo Jie and Qi Nanshan stepped back slightly, both wearing cold smiles. Mi Zhengfeng was drenched in cold sweat, realizing he had done something foolish. He had been buying time, just as the others were doing the same. He had hoped for reinforcements, but instead, their enemies had arrived first and secretly deployed soul flames.

No one dared to move. Though the soul flames were tiny, once they touched the altar, they had no idea how to defend against them. Soul flames were extremely dangerous—a fact known to all professionals. With tiny floating soul flames everywhere, no matter what they did, they couldn’t avoid coming into contact with these deadly flames.

Mi Zhengfeng gritted his teeth and said, “Let them go, and I… I surrender! Do whatever you want to me!” Though he valued his life, at this point he had no choice but to yield, trying to save some bloodline for his family.
Luo Jie and Qi Nanshan’s expressions turned even colder. They had long known that after the Gu Mi family invaded various continents, they had killed countless professionals. Almost all the professionals from the North Talisman Sect and the Chenxiao Sect were slaughtered, with only a few captured—most of them women. The fate of ordinary people was slightly better; they were mostly plundered and turned into slaves, distributed as prizes, or sold off.
Thus, the two felt no pity for the Gu Mi family. Luo Jie sneered, “Oh? You surrender?”
Mi Zhengfeng gritted his teeth and said, “Yes, as long as you let them go!”
One of the professionals shouted, “Ancestor, fight to the end!”