I’m Definitely Taking This Power-Fantasy Protagonist Role! Chapter 80

In a sealed stone chamber, a deafening shout suddenly erupted, causing the defensive formation to crack and quickly splinter until it collapsed. A powerful wave of energy surged forth, creating a terrifying domain that wreaked havoc around it. In just a few seconds, the stone chamber could no longer withstand the pressure, and like the previously shattered defensive formation, it began to crack, spreading rapidly until it completely collapsed into ruins.

The falling debris was blasted away, leaving a clean patch in the center. The snow-white-haired Ziyang Zhenren sat cross-legged on a mat, his entire being enveloped in a terrifying aura, with a fierce killing intent gleaming in his eyes. The spiritual energy that leaked out in his fury shattered the stone chamber he was in seclusion within, continuing to spread outward, causing the ground to tremble and crack under the invisible force.

His voice was filled with sorrow, heart-wrenching as he looked in the direction where his disciple's life had completely vanished, unleashing an unprecedented wave of killing intent.

Two figures quickly appeared, kneeling before him, humble and respectful, their foreheads pressed tightly to the ground, not daring to show even a hint of disrespect.

Before long, their bodies began to emit mournful cries under the pressure of the domain, blood seeping from the corners of their lips, yet they did not make a sound.

Ziyang Zhenren's gaze was fixed on them, coldly asking, "Where has Hao'er gone?"

The cultivator on the left replied, "Someone invited the young master to join in the encirclement of the Feng family at Quxianze, offering a generous reward. The young master agreed and should be at Quxianze now."

Ziyang Zhenren raised his hand and without hesitation struck the other cultivator dead, extracting their soul and gripping it tightly from afar, "You should die for failing to dissuade Hao'er!"

As his words fell, a small flag flew out, surrounded by a chilling aura, clearly not a proper item. It emitted a faint glow, projecting a power that sought to absorb the soul of the cultivator.

The soul was horrified, pleading, "Master, spare me! I beg you for another chance!"

With a wail, it was absorbed by the small flag.

The cultivator on the right trembled, not daring to raise his head or make a sound, knowing that any rash plea for mercy would only invite more brutal treatment. As a servant of Ziyang Zhenren, he was all too aware of this.

Ziyang Zhenren's eerie voice rang out, "What do you have to say?"

The chilling killing intent was laid bare, signaling his imminent death.

"Mas—Master…"

The small flag, in accordance with its master's will, projected a power that began to extract the living soul.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!!"

A shrill scream erupted, filled with pain and struggle, as the cultivator rolled and bled from all seven orifices, eyes wide open, unable to close them even in death.

Ziyang Zhenren hardly cared about such trivial matters; the number of people who had died at his hands was countless, and he had seen all sorts of terrifying death throes and grotesque appearances.

The small flag suddenly soared into the sky, transforming into a large banner, its cold power enveloping the entire area, replicating the extraction of all souls present. This pain was no less than skinning and muscle pulling, and even worse. In an instant, the cries echoed throughout Ziyang Zhenren's residence, resembling a hell on earth.

Once the last trace of soul was absorbed, and no life remained around, the small flag shrank again and flew into Ziyang Zhenren's hand.

Having vented some of his rage by killing all the servants, Ziyang Zhenren's overwhelming killing intent still surged like a tidal wave, only slightly less than before.

The servants in the residence were all captured, some cultivators, some ordinary people; regardless of their status, they were all the same in Ziyang Zhenren's eyes, mere items displayed in his home. If he was unhappy, smashing a few decorations or breaking some furniture was nothing; after all, they were all like chives, with one harvest followed by another, endlessly replenishing.

Some were not even allowed to be servants but were instead materials for refining his treasures.

Because of Ziyang Zhenren's behavior, there were no living beings within a radius of several hundred miles. Once a bustling area, it now resembled a ghost domain.

No one wanted to become refining materials, so they all avoided him, his infamous name enough to silence even the cries of children at night.

Now, someone had killed his only precious disciple; how could he not be furious?

He had not received the last message of his disciple's death and did not know who the murderer was, but there were plenty of ways to find out.

Ziyang Zhenren's expression was grim, his gaze cold and venomous, "Feng family? Encirclement? Very well!"

He bit down hard, the sound of grinding teeth echoing, "They all must die!"

In an instant, he vanished, reappearing a thousand miles away.

Those with lower cultivation could not detect the infamous Ziyang Zhenren's presence nearby; at the very least, one had to be of equal realm to sense the terrifying aura he exuded.

Even from a great distance, the level of his might was evident, indicating he was coming to kill, warning others not to interfere, or they would be his enemies.

Some remained silent, some glanced over, continuing their cultivation, while others showed a cold expression, revealing their disgust.

Ziyang Zhenren flashed several times, reaching the battlefield in the shortest time possible. Both sides engaged in battle felt the terrifying aura rapidly approaching and turned their attention toward it.

When Ziyang Zhenren's figure appeared on the battlefield, the enemies fighting the Feng family rejoiced, thinking it was reinforcements for their side.

However, the next second, the leader was seized by the throat, and the furious Ziyang Zhenren, having lost his beloved disciple, looked at him with an exceptionally terrifying gaze, "You caused my disciple's death; I will make you wish you were never born!"

"Zhenren… spare me…" the leader struggled in pain, forcing out broken words from deep within his throat, "I didn't know… it has nothing to do with me…"

A chilling and terrifying aura wrapped around him, draining his life force, while the small flag circled around Ziyang Zhenren.

"None of you can escape! You all must die!"

"I… we are acting under the orders of the Human Emperor… you cannot…" The leader tried to invoke the Human Emperor to stop Ziyang Zhenren's rampage.

Ziyang Zhenren sneered, "The Human Emperor would punish me for your uselessness? You will die, and the Feng family will die too!"

In his rage, the spiritual energy he unleashed caused the leader to explode, shocking everyone else, who turned their attention to him, putting their battles on the back burner. Surviving under Ziyang Zhenren's hand was now the most important thing; everything else was secondary.

After killing the leader, Ziyang Zhenren's gaze turned toward Fengchi City, scanning up and down, his indifferent eyes bringing immense pressure, a crushing, unreasonable power that instantly changed the battlefield's dynamics.

He only glanced twice before retracting his gaze, "Today, Hao'er dies here, and you will all accompany him in death."

His tone was as calm as if he were saying, "What a lovely day it is."

The expression of Fengchi City instantly turned grim, the imperial cultivators sent to suppress them looking as if they had lost their loved ones, pale and devoid of color. When they saw the small flag rise into the air and transform into a large banner, their hearts sank, feeling the grim reaper beckoning them.

The black energy surged, quickly forming a dark vortex in the sky, rolling with a chilling and ominous aura. As the black energy increased, it spread like a blanket, and those below could almost hear murmurs, indistinct, as if countless voices were speaking, recounting pain and hatred.

These voices had a disturbing effect on the mind, causing anxiety and a rapid decline in rationality.

From the center of the black vortex, grotesque ghostly heads flew out, filled with malice and pain, lunging at the living, their mouths open to tear flesh from bone.

"The Ten Thousand Souls Banner! It's Ziyang Zhenren's Ten Thousand Souls Banner!"

Someone finally couldn't hold back, screaming in shock, their mental defenses completely shattered, abandoning everything to turn and flee.

The ghostly heads caught up, one after another, endlessly pursuing, biting down, their screams horrifying, until they were reduced to dust under the ghostly heads' gnawing.

Fengchi City, under the pressure, took the lead, with the Feng family members closely following. They worked together to surround the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, forming a formation to try to suppress it.

The Feng family's formation was indeed profound, halting the expanding black vortex, trapping the ghostly heads within the formation, which screamed and hissed as they crashed against the barrier.

Ziyang Zhenren let out a cold snort, mocking, "Trivial skills."

The Ten Thousand Souls Banner immediately received support, the black energy spreading, and despite the Feng family members' tremendous efforts, they ultimately could not hold it back and were instead injured by the backlash.

The faster they ran, the quicker they died. The ghostly heads relished the thrill of the hunt, shrieking as they lunged at the fleeing imperial cultivators, hardly paying attention to the Feng family cultivators who had gathered and did not run.

Ziyang Zhenren looked down on them, "You do have some courage; seeing my Ten Thousand Souls Banner didn't scare you into submission, and you dare to resist."

Fengchi City murmured, "How many people were slaughtered to refine this Ten Thousand Souls Banner…"

Ziyang Zhenren replied, "Don't worry, soon everyone in Quxianze will reunite within the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, not a single one will be missing."

A streak of spiritual light shot across the sky, swift as lightning, piercing the Ten Thousand Souls Banner and embedding itself within it.

The swirling black vortex in the sky, the ghostly heads mercilessly slaughtering the living, created a scene reminiscent of hell on earth, like a bubble that had been popped, quickly disappearing. But the survivors who narrowly escaped knew it was not an illusion.

The flying sword embedded in the Ten Thousand Souls Banner instantly became the focal point.

Ziyang Zhenren urged the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, but the connection between them seemed severed, with no response.

At that moment, a second streak of spiritual light flew in, rapidly stabbing toward Ziyang Zhenren. He raised his hand, not even bothering to block with a barrier, extending two fingers.

The seemingly tangible yet insubstantial flying sword pierced through him in an instant, traveling from one end to the other, leaving no wounds on his body, yet the pain and damage were no less.

"Poof!"

Ziyang Zhenren incredulously spat out a mouthful of blood, the searing heat confirming its reality.

A piece of cloth floated before him, swirling gently, and his excellent dynamic vision allowed him to read the words clearly on the cloth.

【Your~disciple~has~turned~into~a~star~and~flown~away~】

The mockery was palpable, digging into his heart.

Ziyang Zhenren's complexion rapidly turned pale; this person was the mastermind behind his disciple's murder!

It was not difficult to determine the direction and distance from which the spiritual light had come. He had initially wanted to kill everyone in Quxianze, knowing the murderer would be among them, but now he only wanted to kill this person first to relieve his pent-up hatred.

However, he had no chance.

The first flying sword interrupted the Ten Thousand Souls Banner's spell, and the second was not meant to stab him for fun, but to deliver a mocking message and draw his ire.

A free fortune-telling was given to him.

Ziyang Zhenren, luck: great misfortune!

The countdown to his life began.