Chapter 87 The World Fell Silent

Thunderous boom!

A massive bronze palace descended from the sky, a dark, oppressive mass crashing down upon the Mo family estate.

The deafening explosion shook the heavens and earth. Mountain peaks split with deep cracks, collapsing under the palace’s immense weight. The ground trembled violently; clouds of dust surged outward in waves with each shock.

Everyone present stood frozen, stupefied, their hearts pounding in terror.

What was this? What in the world was this thing?

Was the Mo family destroyed just like that?

At the same time, Xu Zhe inhaled a breath of spiritual energy, stepped onto a bronze sword, and streaked like a stream of light toward the pavilion in the rear mountains.

The pavilion stood just outside the impact zone of the palace, spared from disaster.

Mo Xiaolian remained rooted in place, utterly dazed, her mind blank, her body trembling uncontrollably. Only when she saw Xu Zhe rushing toward her did she snap out of her stupor, her expression twisting in fear, her face draining of blood.

“No, Xu Zhe, don’t kill me!”

Mo Xiaolian shrieked, grabbing the maid beside her and flinging her toward Xu Zhe.

A sharp blade of sword energy swept out, piercing the maid’s skull and shooting straight for Xu Zhe’s brow.

A metallic clang rang out. The sword energy shattered instantly against Xu Zhe’s face.

Mo Xiaolian’s eyes widened as she spun and darted away, shouting desperately, “Elders, save me!”

She could sense the Mo family elders were not dead—their auras had revived, clearly roused by the commotion. Yet they seemed trapped beneath the bronze palace, unable to escape.

Soon enough, heavy pounding echoed from beneath the bronze palace—someone was striking from below.

But it seemed futile. The palace’s golden radiance blazed brilliantly, lingering with spiritual energy—the last vestiges of Xu Zhe’s foundation.

Above, another tremor shook the air.

Xu Zhe, from a distance, unleashed a punch. Mo Xiaolian’s spine caved in, and she plummeted from the sky. Yet a flicker of joy appeared on her face.

“Cao Wu, help me! Xu Zhe is finished—he’s detonated his core, his strength is plummeting!” Mo Xiaolian shouted.

Her cultivation was only at the late core stage. She had believed Xu Zhe’s punch, infamous for slaying even nascent soul experts, would spell her doom. But now, after he exploded his core, his punch seemed to have only the power of a foundation cultivator.

Cao Wu noticed this too, his brows furrowing. He stepped forward, ready to intervene.

“Ah, Cao, this is a grudge between the Mo family and our class leader. Us outsiders shouldn’t meddle, don’t you agree?” Lu Yangyun blocked his path instantly, a mischievous grin on his face, echoing Cao Wu’s earlier words back to him.

“Get out of my way!” Cao Wu roared, a blood-red saber appearing in his hand as he slashed forward.

With a flash of light, Lu Yangyun’s folding fan swept aside the saber. He sneered, “Want to fight? Come on, let’s see who’s afraid!” Then he called out, “Attack! Block them, don’t hold back. If anyone dies, I’ll take responsibility.”

The assassins of the Divine Slayer and Blood Garment Tower moved in, surrounding Cao Wu and his group.

Their faces darkened. They had originally stationed more than twenty powerful soul division cultivators inside the Mo family estate, ready to disrupt Lu Yangyun’s plans. Unexpectedly, all were now trapped under the bronze palace, their auras gone—most likely dead.

“Cao Wu, you useless fool, come save me!” Mo Xiaolian shrieked.

Xu Zhe had already landed before her, grabbing her from the ground.

“Don’t touch me!” Mo Xiaolian screamed, struggling desperately.

Xu Zhe punched her.

Mo Xiaolian immediately fell limp, motionless, her chest caved in, blood pouring from her mouth.

“Xu Zhe, do you realize what you’re doing?” Cao Wu called out coldly from afar, his tone warning.

Xu Zhe lifted his head. His face, once twisted by an eerie smile, now looked even more deranged.

“Do you want to die too?” he asked, smiling.

Cao Wu glanced at the enormous bronze palace, then at Xu Zhe’s chilling smile, and said nothing more, turning his gaze away.

Beneath the bronze palace, the pounding grew louder and more frequent, shaking the palace slightly.

“No time left,” Xu Zhe sighed with regret, his eyes fixed on Mo Xiaolian at his feet. He smiled, “The way you dealt with Zhu Chongli—I return it all to you now.”

As he spoke, a thin blade of wind, forged from the void, flicked from Xu Zhe’s fingertips.

In Mo Xiaolian’s terrified gaze, the wind blade swept across her cheek, slicing away chunks of flesh.

A heart-wrenching scream pierced the air.

Everyone present shuddered, horrified.

Lu Yangyun stared at Xu Zhe in a daze, his expression complicated.

The disciples of Celestial Fate Sect were equally stunned.

This scene, recorded by the Universal Jade Tablet and flying sword recorders, was transmitted unfiltered to the spiritual web.

Cultivators across all four continents watching the live broadcast fell silent.

This moment was even more chilling than Zhu Chongli’s last, sending a shiver down every spine.

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Southern Heaven Continent.

Chu Xiaotong stood in a valley, her path blocked by several powerful figures.

She did not advance, her gaze fixed intently on the Universal Jade Tablet in her hand, her expression grave.

After a long moment, she raised her head and looked coldly at those blocking her way.

“You forced him to this point—are you satisfied now?”

With that, her storage ring flashed, producing a small red stamp carved with a Vermilion Bird.

“Chu Xiaotong, what are you doing?” The roadblockers’ faces changed, shouting loudly.

Chu Xiaotong’s face was expressionless as she raised the Vermilion Bird Seal and commanded, “Vermilion Bird Army, heed my order! Mobilize—march to Western Earth Continent. Anyone who blocks our path will be slain without mercy!”

“You dare!” the roadblockers shouted.

“Why wouldn’t I? You want trouble, do you? Come on—let’s see who dares to play bigger!” Chu Xiaotong retorted angrily. Flames surged from her hand, forming a blazing spear, its cold light gleaming with murderous intent.

A cloud of red fire erupted beneath her feet, waves of heat surging outward as she charged forward.

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Meanwhile, at the Mo family estate in Western Earth Continent.

Xu Zhe released his grip, letting a wisp of ash fall from his fingers, carried away by the wind.

Mo Xiaolian had vanished from the world entirely.

Silence reigned; everyone watched him quietly.

“Class leader, come with me to Southern Heaven Continent,” Lu Yangyun said first.

“No, tell Chu Xiaotong to stay out of this,” Xu Zhe replied calmly.

The stiff smile on his face had faded, replaced by a serene expression. Yet he looked utterly bloodless, frighteningly pale.

The bronze sword beneath his feet began to tremble, emitting a faint whine, as if relaying some message.

Xu Zhe looked up at the gradually dimming bronze palace and waved his hand.

The entire palace shuddered and slowly rose.

“Xu Zhe, you’re courting death.”

Angry roars erupted from beneath the palace, waves of oppressive force rolling upward.

Lu Yangyun’s face changed, about to speak.

With a thunderous crash, the bronze palace slammed down once more.

Instantly, the world fell silent again.

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