Mystic Eyes: My Eyes Steal the Laws of Cultivation

Kyrian remained silent, staring back at them.

The silence was broken by a whisper. Then another.

Soon the voices grew louder.

"He took the herb…!"

"It's in his spatial ring…"

"Kill him!"

And then the crowd, once divided and distrustful, now had a single target.

Chaos followed immediately.

The first to charge at Kyrian were the most impatient. Young and weaker cultivators in the late stages of Qi Accumulation, along with some who had just stepped into the Qi Liberation Realm. Their eyes burned red with greed, their techniques already condensed in their hands.

They dashed across the floor of the ravine, unleashing roars and promises of death, each one trying to be the first to bring down Kyrian, who had taken the treasure.

The stronger ones, however, did not move.

The old man at the peak of Qi Liberation did not even take a step. His deep gaze observed in silence. Like him, other elders and experienced cultivators remained still.

They knew.

The first to seize the herb would be hunted. And the first to strike down Kyrian would also be hunted. No one would leave that siege alive. So why waste strength now? The best option was to wait for the fools to wear themselves down.

Kyrian, standing at the center of the ravine, let his eyes sweep over them all. And then he smiled. A light smile, almost amused.

It was exactly what he wanted.

A moment to unleash everything, to test what he had just discovered when he broke into the new realm.

And there was no need to hold back. They were coming to kill him out of pure greed. They deserved no mercy.

Kyrian slowly raised his hands to his eyes.

The movement left the attackers confused. They hesitated for a fraction of a second, but it was already too late.

With his fingers, Kyrian pulled something out.

From each of his eyes, a sword made entirely of pure energy took form, appearing like living blades, glowing with a sharp green light of his sword intent.

The instant that followed was too silent.

And then, the swords flew.

"Wha—?!"

The words were never finished.

Heads flew, blood sprayed in grotesque arcs to every side. Lifeless bodies collapsed and slid along the ground, stopping at Kyrian's feet.

The two swords then returned, floating at his sides like guardians. His green eyes glowed like burning emeralds.

His smile widened further.

The ability was simple.

With his comprehension and sword intent, he created two pure swords, forged entirely of energy and his will. And then, he could control them entirely with his vision.

An absolute power within his field of sight, which was not small.

Murmurs spread.

The crowd instinctively took a step back upon seeing this. The old man at the peak of Liberation drew a deep breath, his expression darkening. The sharp energy emanating from the blades sent chills down many spines.

He murmured, though his voice reached everyone.

"Sword intent… He comprehended sword intent! Not only that… that must be the ability of his special physique."

Surprise and fear surfaced on many faces. Some stepped back even farther, hesitant to be the next to try.

But unlike them, Kyrian did not hesitate.

If they did not attack, he would.

His eyes opened wider. The swords shot forward at absurd speed.

Those in the Qi Accumulation Realm did not even comprehend. They only felt a sudden chill before their heads were severed. The blades passed like wind, too fast for their senses.

That was when one of them stopped, clashing against the Qi barrier created by the old man at the peak of Liberation.

"Tsk." The elder clenched his teeth, raising his spear to withstand the impact. His barrier vibrated under the clash.

Kyrian noticed at once.

The old man's Qi had no attribute. No affinity. Just raw, pure Qi.

He was exactly one of those without talent, forever trapped in the Liberation Realm.

And now he clung desperately to the hope of the spiritual herb.

Kyrian felt the difference now that he was in this realm.

The Qi that flowed into his energy swords was now sharp and pure. The pressure was many times greater than what he had achieved before with his sword intent and common Qi.

And, most importantly, unlike before, he was not being drained. If he wished, he could fight for an entire hour with those blades without worry. Before, he had to consume an immense, unfeasible amount of Qi to power anything.

The old man roared, deflecting the sword before him as he moved back. But then his eyes widened.

The other blade, vanished from everyone's sight, appeared behind him.

"NO!" he shouted, pouring even more Qi into his barrier.

The spear spun, blocking the first strike. But the second came from the flank, far too fast. The old man tried to retreat, leaping backward. He fell several meters, his heavy body swaying in the air.

But before he even touched the ground, the two swords were already before him again. One on each side, closing in like predators.

"I… I SURRENDER!" the old man's desperate cry rang out.

But it was useless.

The two blades cut at the same time.

The sharp glow sliced through both the barrier and the elder's wrinkled neck.

And then, silence.

The elder's head fell to the ground, rolling several meters before stopping before the crowd. His body toppled soon after, spilling hot blood over the stones and floor of the ravine.

The scene froze everyone. One of the strongest present, an elder many respected, had been slain in an instant. By an unknown young man they had seen only as prey.

Not only the elder, but a dozen other cultivators had been slaughtered without even the chance to react.

Suddenly, the swords returned to Kyrian's side as he looked at them all with the same calm expression. But his smile now held a tone of satisfaction.

"So… Some of you still harbor the idea of taking the treasure? I'll give you a chance. But those who try may not have their heads to leave here." Kyrian said briefly.

He then saw that most of them had taken several steps back, not daring to act. But he also saw a few indecisive ones, especially those in the higher stages of the Liberation Realm. Their expressions were hardened in hesitation.

Noticing this, Kyrian's eyes narrowed. The flying energy swords shone even brighter.

"Still undecided?" Kyrian asked again, his expression even colder.