Chapter 1203 - 1206: Palace Master Qing Luan

"You delude yourself, what you did to Hong Luan, even dying a hundred times wouldn't be enough!" Qing Luan sneered, refusing to accept Ye Wuya's tactics.

"Enough, no more nonsense, I've wasted too much time at your Piaomiao Palace, those who need to die should just die!" Yun Hao checked the time; he was out of patience and didn't want to dawdle at Piaomiao Palace any longer with so many Sects still needing his attention.

"Disciples of Piaomiao Palace, hear my command, form the array!" Seeing there was no room for negotiation, Ye Wuya decisively commanded the Piaomiao Palace disciples.

"Are you still not awakened? Ye Wuya has killed so many Elders, today you've seen his viciousness, do you still want to err with him?"

Qing Luan exclaimed to the crowd, trying with all her might to persuade them against their stubbornness.

But the words of Qing Luan fell on deaf ears, as everyone continued moving, setting up the formation according to Ye Wuya's instructions.

"Hear me, with people like this, persuasion is useless; the only and most effective method is to kill, to kill until they're scared, then they will obey."

Yun Hao glanced at Qing Luan beside him, only satisfied seeing her nod.

"Yun Hao, you are overly self-assured; though I know your strength is extraordinary, do you think you alone can kill all hundreds of Piaomiao Palace disciples?"

Ye Wuya felt gratified by the disciples' response, mocking Yun Hao, convinced Yun Hao had no chance to break out of the encirclement and kill him; it seemed impossible.

"If I wish to kill, whether it's hundreds or ten times, a hundred times more, what difference does it make?" Yun Hao stood slowly, arrogantly challenging Ye Wuya, his words dripping with audacity.

Yet, somehow, those words resonated in Ye Wuya and the others' ears, sounding quite reasonable!

Why?

Could it be...was it because Yun Hao silently killed two Piaomiao Palace Elders just now?

"Arrogant, kill him!" Ye Wuya snorted coldly, waved his hand, ordering the disciples.

As Ye Wuya's words fell, the group of Piaomiao Palace disciples to Yun Hao's left holding weapons, charged in an irregular formation.

"Master, be careful, this is Piaomiao Palace's most lethal Slaughter Array!" Qing Luan, having been with Piaomiao Palace for years as an Elder, immediately recognized the array, hurriedly warned Yun Hao.

"Just a bunch of trash!" Yun Hao scoffed disdainfully, raised his left hand, and struck out with his palm.

Instantly, an invisible Power of Slaughter spread out, enveloping the group of Piaomiao Palace disciples on the left.

Time seemed to pause at that moment.

Those aggressive Piaomiao Palace disciples suddenly all froze, not moving a muscle, not even blinking.

Nearly a hundred people stood stock-still, an eerie sight indeed.

They seemed less like people and more like rows of terracotta warriors.

Boom!

Suddenly, a series of explosions echoed.

Following that, everyone witnessed a scene they would never forget, one that would haunt their dreams.

The bodies of the immobile Piaomiao Palace disciples burst open violently, as if triggered by internal explosives remotely detonated.

In an instant, severed limbs flew, high in the air, blocking the warm sunshine, casting the scene into shadow.

With the fall of limbs, the ground quickly piled layer upon layer.

Surprisingly, despite such a shattering explosion, not a droplet of blood fell!

The blood?

Sharp-eyed observers noticed the blood had coagulated, sticking to the severed limbs.

Silence, deathly quiet!

The remaining Piaomiao Palace disciples felt boundless fear, their weapons slipping from their grasp, eyes fixed on Yun Hao like he was the Death God.

This man was terrifying; did any human possess such power?

Casually striking with a palm could shatter so many bodies into fragments; this...wasn't merely terrifying!

It was horrifying, seemingly beyond this world!

Even Ye Wuya, overwhelmed with shock, never imagined Yun Hao's power so formidable, possibly surpassing the limits of Seventh Grade, attaining the mythical Eighth Grade Realm.

Yet even that unfathomable possibility paled beside the realization that Yun Hao wielded the Power of Laws as a Venerable.

As a Sect Leader, Ye Wuya could discern the sudden ripple of Power of Laws when Yun Hao struck.

A cultivator commanding the Law's power transcended the realm of a cultivator, their strength soaring far beyond ordinary cultivators.

Recognizing Yun Hao could employ the Power of Laws, Ye Wuya's courage to oppose him vanished, leaving him spiritually hollow and collapsed on the ground.

"Those who don't want to die, drop your weapons, and live anew under Qing Luan's leadership!" Yun Hao declared imperiously to the surrounding Piaomiao Palace disciples.

Yun Hao's words jolted them, awakening from terror like a revelation.

"Pay respects to Palace Master Qing Luan!"

"Pay respects to Palace Master Qing Luan!"

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Wave upon wave of calls echoed throughout Piaomiao Palace.

Even Qing Luan couldn't help but feel stirred, her cheeks blushing, her proud bosom heaving.

"Remember, maintain your composure; as my disciple, there are many Sects and affairs you'll need to manage. If you let a small, insignificant Sect cause such excitement like your sister Qing Luan, how will you handle big tasks?" Yun Hao said, taking the chance to instruct Xing Qing upon seeing Qing Luan's excitement.

"Rest assured, Master, Xing Qing will remember, and never be as unremarkable as sister Qing Luan!" Xing Qing responded, her smile radiant, teasing Qing Luan while answering Yun Hao.