Chapter 740: Chapter 464: The Slaughter Begins

“The broadcast has started! The broadcast has started!”

“Let’s see who the unlucky one is today?”

“A meeting in the morning, a live broadcast in the afternoon, and you say there’s no connection?”

“The Federation’s restructuring, Wandao School—are they aiming for global domination?”

“It should have been this way long ago. For years, resources have been concentrated in the Eastern District, stirring envy in the other districts. It’s not a lack of resources, but their uneven distribution that’s the problem. If this continues, it will inevitably cause trouble.”

“With Scholar’s Palace here, the sky has cleared… May I ask, when will the price of Foundation Building Pills be reduced? One hundred thousand points is simply too expensive.”

No sooner had the broadcast begun than a flood of comments poured in, even though the screen remained unseen.

Fortunately, they were quickly cleared, and the broadcast’s content became visible.

Only to see incense smoke curling upwards, inside Mingxiao Palace, beneath Thunder Ancestor’s Altar, the silhouettes of three figures were distinct.

One was seated on the left, legs astride, firmly planted on the ground.

One in the center, with the aura of an immortal, seated upright on a cushion.

And on the right, a figure in white robes, brighter than snow, standing with hands behind his back.

“This…!”

Such a scene stunned the crowd, leaving them speechless.

All three on the same screen?

This spectacle had only occurred once since the broadcasts began, and that was when “Li Xuanyuan” first appeared.

It was then that the “Destruction of Mountains and Temples” commenced, swiftly eliminating numerous Demonic Blessed Lands like Demon Dragon Ridge, chilling the cultivators of the Blessed Lands and forcing major Sects to disband.

Since then, the three had each gone their separate ways, never again appearing together on screen.

But now…

Though their hearts were prepared, the sight of the three together still portended ill for the cultivators.

What are they up to now?

Just as everyone was filled with doubt and uncertainty…

“Decades of effort, and the Eastern Land of Bliss has been completely resolved.”

“Next…”

The Taoist Man spoke, setting the tone, and then turned his gaze to the two on his left and right, “It’s time to release the world!”

In response to this tone, the others remained silent, signifying tacit agreement.

“The world is vast, and there are many Blessed Lands. Conflict is inevitable, weapons drawn, and strife arising.”

The Taoist Man sighed, his voice solemn, “A great cleansing is unavoidable!”

“Then let us cleanse with blood!”

No sooner had he spoken than the cold-eyed Swordsman, standing with his hands behind his back on the right, replied, “The momentum of the world is vast and boundless. Those who comply will prosper, and those who resist will perish. Since conflict is unavoidable, let there be a merciless purge!”

“…”

“…”

“…”

With those words, all fell silent, unable to utter a sound.

“So be it.”

Finally, the Taoist Man continued, “There are still some lingering menaces. Who will deal with them?”

“I will!”

Hearing this, without further discussion, the Swordsman took on the task and, turning around, left the hall, disappearing from sight.

“This…”

“What’s happening?”

“’Lingering menaces,’ what kind of nuisances are those?”

“To think that the Great Western King, no, Elder Xuanyuan, has to personally deal with it?”

“Precisely, it’s so hard to guess. Do you think it’s @Beiming Longteng?”

“Nonsense, my son Longteng has the stature of a True Immortal. How could he have such a nuisance?”

“Sorry, I don’t understand. Can someone with high emotional intelligence translate this for us?”

“Taoist Man: We’ve settled the Eastern District, and now it’s time to handle the other districts. With such a vast world, there are bound to be a few thorns. What do you think we should do?”

“Great Western King: Just kill them. There’s nothing that killing can’t solve. If there’s any issue, it only means you haven’t killed enough. Kill them, and there will be peace!”

“Martial God: So, I don’t have to do anything this time? Not even a single line of dialogue?”

The Swordsman departed, leaving everyone behind to speculate wildly and anxiously.

Elsewhere…

In the Ocean District, Benzhou, Four Nations Island.

“We should not linger here long!”

In a hidden location, these words echoed startlingly.

Beiming Longteng, his expression grave, spoke to a phantasmal figure before him, “They are going to attack us.”

“Is that so?”

Upon hearing this, the phantasmal figure remained indifferent, “What of it?”

“…”

At this, Beiming Longteng fell silent instantly.

Indeed, what of it?

With the other side broadcasting their intentions so openly and unafraid, clearly confident and unwilling to disturb the sleeping serpent.

Because the serpent had nowhere to escape!

Thirty years ago, those three already possessed unparalleled power, dominating the world and bending all to their will!

Whether it was him, Beiming Longteng, or the phantasm before him, the Integration Great Power who emerged into the world at the same time as the Vajra Monk and the Qilin Demon—the Illusion Demon Lord—none had the confidence to contend against the brilliance of the trio, leaving them no choice but to hide and wait.

Eventually, they settled here, on Four Nations Island in the Ocean District of Benzhou, hoping to take advantage of obscurity while using their own cultivation and immortal artifacts to conceal their fates and avoid the sharp edge.

The strategy had been successful; for over thirty years, all was well.

But now…

The actions of these three indicated they had caught a glimpse of their whereabouts.

So, where could they flee?

Another place would be no different; the pursuers could find and chase them down just the same.

The vast world no longer held a place for them to hide!

Unless…

Beiming Longteng’s gaze sharpened, but he said nothing more and made for the exit.

Unlike the Illusion Demon Lord, he still had a way out!

Though the world was vast and there was nowhere to hide, even if he took refuge in a Blessed Land, they could dig him out. But as a Dragon Prince, he could return to Beiming Cave Heaven.

Although this would lead to severe punishment—entering the world bearing the potentiality of the Cave Heaven, failing to accomplish anything substantial before returning, even as a Dragon Prince, there would be grave consequences, possibly even the loss of his status.

But he couldn’t care less!

As a Dragon Prince, however strict the punishment from Long Yuan might be, it wouldn’t drive him to a dead end.

The man, however, was different. With many souls fallen at his sword, who could speak of a path to survival?

What was more important was clear without saying!

Beiming Longteng departed hastily, leaving behind the phantasmal figure who watched indifferently, without any attempt to stop him.