I Can Deduce Arts by Slaying Demons

Chapter 319 - 257: The End! Arrival of Man Qingqiu, Director of the Plum Blossom Guard! (Part 2)

This seemingly ordinary white light was as dazzling as the light at the dawn of creation.

In the next moment, wherever the white light passed, it seemed to tear apart even the unseen air, leaving only a blinding brightness in the world.

The earth began to shake violently, countless cracks rapidly spreading like a spider web.

The once-solid ground seemed like it could collapse at any moment.

Houses on numerous streets toppled over, and towering trees fell one by one.

Then, in the distance, a visible wave of air like a towering tsunami rolled in.

The terrifying wave of air caused the wind and clouds to churn, changing the colors of the sky.

A moment later, this wave of destructive power surged towards the direction of the Mingxin Prefecture prefect.

"What!"

The Mingxin Prefecture prefect’s mind went blank at the sight; he could not describe the extremity of this terror.

At this moment, the Mingxin Prefecture prefect’s legs grew weak with fear, losing even the strength to flee.

Because the erupting force had surpassed the prefect’s understanding.

The Inner Qi within his body seemed suppressed by some unfathomable power, filled with indescribable fear.

His lips trembled, yet he could utter no sound, only watching helplessly as the white light storm approached.

Not only did the prefect exhibit such helplessness, but the fleeing citizens beside him were also frightened to their cores.

Some collapsed on the ground, others screamed desperately, plunging the entire street into chaotic despair.

The Profound Bird Guards were also awed by this power, completely forgetting their duties.

In an instant, heaven and earth seemed to stagnate.

A piercingly cold "humph!" exploded, resembling a thunderous lightning bolt from the boundless void.

The overwhelming sound waves deafened the ears, resonating as if capable of shattering the entire world.

Immediately, four walls of purple flame rose from the earth’s cracks again.

The flames soared into the sky, exuding an ineffable pressure that even heaven and earth must obey.

On the surface of the fire walls, purple flames burned fiercely, emitting a suffocating heat as if the air itself ignited, creating ripples.

Soon, the four purple flame walls stood as insurmountable barriers, firmly trapping the destructive wave inside.

The Mingxin Prefecture prefect stood only ten meters from the purple flame walls, truly feeling the heart-stopping heat.

His skin seared painfully, sweat evaporated before reaching his chin, even his breathing grew difficult.

The prefect stared blankly at the purple flame walls, his heart filled with shock and fear.

He had never felt such terrifying power this close.

This fearsome sensation was like his flesh could melt away at any moment from the heat.

Despite the excruciating heat from the purple flame walls, the prefect felt a surge of relief at escaping death.

He knew well the peril he faced just moments ago.

If not for the timely appearance of the purple flame walls, his body would have been pulverized by the white light storm.

The source of the cold shout was none other than Lu Xuan.

Just as his prior Primordial Spirit power dissipated, at the critical moment.

Lu Xuan without hesitation released even greater Primordial Spirit power, manipulating the forces of nature to seal the destructive power with purple flame walls.

Behind the four purple flame walls, Lu Xuan’s figure flickered, his gaze icy cold, clearly exerting all his strength.

The appearance of the purple flame walls gave the originally panicked citizens a temporary sigh of relief.

They halted, looking back at the burning flame walls, eyes filled with awe and gratitude.

Meanwhile, the Profound Bird Guards, without time to be shocked, hastened to guide citizens away, ensuring as many as possible exit the extremely dangerous area.

The voices of the Profound Bird Guards echoed down the street: "Leave here quickly!"

This time, Lu Xuan did not completely seal this realm, instead leaving an opening atop the purple flame walls.

This gap was like a skylight, guiding that destructive force toward the heavens, preventing the power from wreaking havoc on the ground.

Suddenly, above the sky of Mingxin Prefecture, a hurricane vortex appeared, the size of half the prefecture city.

The hurricane vortex spun rapidly, radiating a pressure of annihilation and death, as if the endless sky had been torn apart.

At the center of that hurricane vortex, a rough and wild pillar of white light shot up into the sky, reaching straight into the nine heavens.

Contained within that white light pillar was a terrifying amount of the world’s origin power, piercing a massive hole in the sky.

The white pillar of light relentlessly bombarded the nine heavens, the sky above roiling with clouds, as though even heaven and earth trembled at its might.

Meanwhile, wherever the white light pillar passed, the clouds were entirely obliterated, and even some tiny space fissures could be seen.

In an instant, not only did the people of Mingxin Prefecture stop in their tracks,

but even Mu Yun and all the members of the Profound Bird Guard raised their heads, gazing at the phenomenon above the sky.

Everyone’s eyes were filled with astonishment, as if they were witnessing a miracle.

The prefect of Mingxin Prefecture stood there frozen, his eyes wide open, the color draining from his face, as if he had been scared out of his wits.

Despite being a Martial Artist in the Inner Qi Realm, hailing from a prestigious family with a formidable reputation in the Eastern Domain,

In most parts of the Eastern Domain, he was considered a significant figure capable of calling the wind and summoning the rain.

Yet, when he saw this earth-shattering force, capable of altering the world with a mere wave of a hand, it completely overturned the prefect’s understanding.

His legs trembled slightly beyond his control, his heart surging with waves of shock and awe.

Is such power truly still within the realm of human Martial Artists?

While everyone was still deeply immersed in astonishment, that pillar of white light carrying world-destroying might,

its glow began to dim little by little, its outline becoming gradually faint, as if being drained of power by the immense hurricane vortex.

Finally, the white light pillar silently disappeared into the vast universe, leaving no trace behind.

Simultaneously, the purple flame wall that sealed off this world from all sides began to weaken rapidly following the disappearance of the white light pillar.

The dancing purple flames slowly extinguished, and all the purple flames turned into tiny specks of purple light.

These endless purple specks flickered gently in the breeze, shimmering a few times before melding into the world around them.

When the purple flame walls on all sides completely dissipated, the areas ravaged by the world’s origin power were fully revealed before everyone.

The once smooth paved ground was now a mess, with stones completely overturned, scattered all over in a chaotic heap.

Deep gullies crisscrossed, spreading violently, as if the earth had been plowed by a massive rake, filled with terrifying cracks.

No intact buildings were in sight as far as the eye could see.

Former pavilions, buildings, houses, and shops had all turned to nothingness.

Large remnants of broken walls stood silently in the wind, leaving only a desolate wasteland of ruins.

At the center of the force’s explosion stood Lu Xuan, his figure upright in mid-air, with a stable aura, remarkably unharmed.

However, Lu Xuan’s expression was solemn, his brows tightly knit, a thoughtful look on his face.

He truly didn’t expect that the energy released by detonating a seven-patterned moon device could surpass the full-strength strike of a Divine Mansion Realm Perfection expert.

Fortunately, Lu Xuan was slightly superior.

He had expended a great deal of primordial spirit power of the Divine Mansion just to protect the city’s residents, using up nearly half of his own power.

Lu Xuan planned to quietly regulate his breathing.

Suddenly, his heart stirred, and he sensed a familiar aura from afar.

Lu Xuan instinctively let out a light hum, his gaze piercing through the layers of ruins and dust toward the source of that aura, and he couldn’t help but blurt out, "Is it you?"

The one coming was none other than Director Man Qingqiu of the Plum Blossom Guard.

Why did she come here?

Could it be for?

At this moment, by Lu Xuan’s side, a halo of purple fire floated gently.

Through the misty purple fire curtain, Princess Xingyue could still be seen lying clearly inside.