Chapter 792: Kunlun Being Excluded

Zheng Tian and others only felt their chests suffocated, as if an ancient sacred mountain was pressing down on them. Their chests were tightly imprisoned, and every breath was extremely difficult, as if their lungs were being torn apart. A "hissing" sound came from their throats, like the howling of ghosts in the cold night, mournful and desperate.

"What on earth is this?"

One of the followers was so frightened that his voice was trembling and he was muttering to himself in a crying tone!

The sound was instantly swallowed up by the howling cold wind and was almost inaudible.

His eyes were wide open, fixed on that fairy light, and his eyes were filled with endless fear!

The muscles on his face twitched wildly and uncontrollably. Beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead. In the extreme cold, they instantly condensed into sharp ice chips and pierced his pale cheeks like sharp blades.

Zheng Tian was so frightened that his soul left his body, his liver and gallbladder were broken, his legs went limp, and his whole body fell uncontrollably, almost collapsing straight into the frozen void.

His lips trembled violently, but no sound came out when he opened and closed them. His throat was so dry as if it was burned by fire, and every time he tried to speak, he only felt a sharp pain.

He screamed madly in his heart, wondering what sin he had committed to deserve such a terrifying evil spirit from the sky.

At this moment, he was full of regret, and memories of the past came flooding back like a tide. Those domineering pasts, those people who were bullied by him, every single one of them was like a sharp blade, stabbing into his heart.

He hated his own stupidity and greed so much that if he could live again, he would rather hide in the darkest corner of the world than have any contact with this girl. He would feel it was a blasphemy to even look at her for one more moment.

Zixing's eyes were as cold as stars, as if he could see through the cycle of life and death of all things in the world, without a trace of emotion.

The fairy light danced gently on her jade-like fingers, like a countdown to death, and every flash was terrifying.

She flicked her jade fingers lightly, her movements were elegant yet full of endless coldness, and that fairy light instantly turned into a dazzling stream of light, like a meteor that streaked across the sky, rushing towards Zheng Tian and others with an indomitable momentum!

Wherever the fairy light passed, the space was like fragile glass, being ruthlessly cut by an invisible force, making a harsh "sizzling" sound!

Ink-black cracks spread in all directions like madly spreading demonic patterns at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if they were going to completely tear this world into pieces and return everything to chaos.

Upon seeing this, Zheng Tian felt a surge of determination in his heart, and he exerted all of his last bit of immortal power. The immortal power surged wildly in his meridians, almost bursting his body.

He formed seals with his hands quickly, his movements were so fast that only the afterimage could be seen, and he muttered something, and every syllable seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

In an instant, his body glowed brightly, and a layer of light blue spiritual shield appeared instantly like an ice lotus blooming in the darkness. However, in front of the terrifying fairy light, this shield that consumed all his energy was as fragile as thin ice in spring, and could not withstand a single blow.

The fairy light penetrated the shield unhindered, as if the shield did not exist. The moment the fairy light came into contact with the shield, it made a dull "bang" sound, and exploded into countless crystal light spots like fireworks, dissipating into the vast void.

"No!"

Zheng Tian screamed in despair, his voice was heart-wrenching, carrying endless fear and unwillingness, echoing in the dead silence for a long time.

He watched helplessly as the fairy light, like the scythe of the god of death, came closer and closer, but he himself was like a flying insect trapped in a spider web, unable to struggle. He could only wait in despair for the inevitable death to come, his heart filled with attachment to life and fear of death.

The followers were also frightened and panicked, running around like frightened birds.

Some of them waved the magic weapons in their hands, trying to use that meager power to resist the fairy light. The magic weapons in their hands flashed faintly, but seemed so dim under the reflection of the fairy light.

Some tried desperately to cast spells, shouting various incantations, with spiritual energy surging wildly around them, but it was all in vain.

Wherever the fairy light went, their magic weapons began to whine as if they could not bear the heavy burden, and then with a "crack", they turned into a pile of scrap metal; their spells were also like a drop in the ocean, and were instantly swallowed up by the terrifying fairy light, disappearing without a trace!

In these final moments of his life, countless images flashed through Zheng Tian's mind like a kaleidoscope.

He saw himself bullying the weak on the streets and the frightened and helpless looks in those people's eyes; he saw himself harming others by any means necessary in order to fight for treasures; he saw himself showing off his power and arrogance in the sect.

At this moment, a deep sense of guilt surged in his heart. He understood that all this was retribution for his own actions, the evil consequences he had sown, and now it was time to reap the fruits of his own actions!

As the fairy light continued to approach, the figures of Zheng Tian and others were gradually completely submerged by the dazzling light.

In that dazzling light, their lives were like candles in the wind. Under the raging gale, they swayed a few times and then were completely extinguished.

After the light faded, only a dead silent void was left, as if they had never existed in this world. Everything returned to calm, as if nothing had happened, but it seemed to be telling the truth of cause and effect, and retribution.

After dealing with them casually, Zixing left nonchalantly.

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The first round of screening for the Xukun Realm Genius Battle is destined to be a long one.

The number of people on each floating fairy island must be reduced from 10 million to 1,000. In the absence of a large-scale melee, the elimination rate is actually quite slow, relying only on chance encounters and battles between each other.

While the first round of screening was going on, many big figures in the Xukun world were also leisurely drinking tea and discussing philosophy.

The bosses of the four top forces in the Xukun Realm, namely the Canghai Sect, the Xueyu Sect, the Lianshen Villa, and the Wanying Sect, all gathered together, talking and laughing, and discussing.

The rest were the leaders of many forces such as the Lianxin Sect, Xuanxing Sect, etc., chatting together.

Finally, there are the leaders of many small and medium-sized forces, or the elders who lead them.

It's like a pyramid, with the bottom, middle and top levels clearly divided and no one can cross the line.

The most interesting thing is that among all the sects, families, and forces, the one at the bottom is actually the Kunlun Holy Land.

Lingkong, the deputy leader of Kunlun Holy Land, sat alone in his seat. No one around him paid any attention to him, but went to discuss the Dao with people they knew.

Lingkong didn't care about this at all.

They excluded the Kunlun Holy Land because they did not know its value and they were the ones who suffered the loss.