"WUSHENG!!"
Taixuan's voice—infused with his rampant crimson Qi—befell others like a ravaging thunder, making them forcefully slam onto the ground with force strong enough to create giant craters.
The wooden pole that the masked man stood on shattered as if it were made of something fragile, and let the man fall miserably.
The ground below him, shattered into pieces as cracks spiderwebbed all across his feet while any natural life that existed within the range of his seemingly ever-increasing force perished under the silent order of death.
"Th-This bastard! Who'd have guessed he'll fall into Qi deviation at such a time!" One of the emissaries of the 6 sects shouted as he struggled with the suppressing Qi of taixuan with his own, hoping to at least stand up.
However, his head suddenly slammed into the ground with a force that was incomparable to before, shattering his head completely within a single strike.
That was when those who were acting all high and mighty mere moments ago realized that what they had messed with wasn't just some random old geezer, but the man who single-handedly prevented any of the 6 families from waging war against the Mo clan.
A wave of fear surged through them as the pressure inflicted on them slowly began to rise.
Thousands of Cultivators of the Void Amalgamation Realm bowed their heads in front of a single old man of the same cultivation realm.
A scene no sane person would've dared to imagine, but it was happening. And it was enough to make them realize - "Th-This is the end."
Faint wails and cries that escaped from Taixuan's mouth slowly transformed into beastly growls.
He raised his head, revealing a strange pattern that had taken over his eyes. His sclera had turned completely dark while his cerulean pupils had been painted dark crimson as though reflecting his mind itself.
His eyes darted towards the remains of the wooden log as if trying to find something.
On the ground near the wooden platform, there lay the masked man struggling under Taixuan's Qi pressure, looking straight towards him.
Suddenly, Taixuan vanished from his place right in front of the masked man's eyes.
"Wh-wha—"
Next instant, his vision changed as he felt a hand clenching onto his face tightly, making the mask on his face crumble.
Panicking, the masked man moved his eyes violently, trying to look out for someone but was stunned to see Taixuan standing right next to him.
He then slowly raised the masked man high up in the air and with his other hand, firmly grabbed his shoulder.
Next instant, with all the force he could gather in his body, Taixuan pulled the head of the man off his body, revealing veins and tendons that stretched out alongside while blood sprayed out from his body, covering Taixuan's face in dark crimson.
Then, like a blood-craving hound, he turned his head around and began searching for a new prey.
Others who were grovelling onto the ground could not see his face at all, as taking a mere glance at his face felt as though someone... or something was tearing one's consciousness apart.
One after another, like a pre-determined fate, Taixuan beheaded every single so-called 'Experts' in the same way.
However, as their numbers were reduced to one digit, Taixuan's power began to fluctuate dramatically, and his suppressing force dilated, making it possible for others to move freely once again.
Taixuan on the other hand, was bleeding heavily from all of his facial orifices while his body began to twitch uncontrollably.
His facial expressions worsened and even the smallest movements became unbearable.
Taking his current condition into account, others quickly got up and glanced at each other, exchanging words with their eyes, they mutually decided to take care of Taixuan while he was weakened as such.
All 7 remaining cultivators gathered every bit of their strength and launched themselves towards Taixuan from different directions, creating a circle-like formation.
However, Taixuan's facial expressions remained as blank as they could be—not caring about the world or those around him at all.
As the cultivators drew closer to Taixuan with their respective weapons in their hands, Taixuan suddenly disappeared right in front of their eyes, forcing them to stop on their own before they hurt each other.
"Wh-Where did he go!?" One of them whimpered as another wave of force was released, although weaker than before, it made others flinch while their eyes darted towards the direction from which the energy was released.
Their heart instantly stopped beating.
In front of them, Taixuan hovered mid-air with his right arm raised high up in the sky with all his Qi gathered around the tip of his right hand.
Knowing that this could very well be their last moment of their lives, everyone tried to escape.
Taixuan simply swung his arm downwards and stopped.
For a brief moment, nothing happened while those who were trying to run away only grew the distance between them.
But the right next instant, their bodies stopped working altogether as their body flinched with a sudden overwhelming pressure accumulating around them.
Before they even knew, the crimson qi that once suppressed them all accumulated right above them and compressed itself.
Then, the compressed qi expanded in a particular shape, chiseling itself into becoming a gigantic sword as if it were heaven's will to the sinners below, and fell down with a speed that was untraceable for any of them.
Before they could react, a huge wave of energy rushed down at them, creating a slash-like form that obliterated their whole existence while all they could wish for was forgiveness.
In a blink, the entirety of the area was demolished into pieces as a gigantic elongated ravine formed over the ground due to the attack.
Realizing that he had punished the immediate destroyers of his world, Taixuan fell to the ground miserably as his body broke down.
Kneeling in puddles of blood that gathered around him alongside the corpses of thousands, he coughed blood uncontrollably while chanting a single name that once gave his world meaning.
"Wu...Sheng..."