This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable

"A mere Chang'an, as long as no Honorable Realm cultivator appears, is nothing more than a plaything in my hands," Xuan Venerable sneered malevolently.

"That's good," Qing King nodded with reassurance, a cruel smile appearing on his face, "There are no Honorable Realm cultivators in Chang'an, and even if there were, I could hold them off."

At this moment, a black fog enveloped Chang'an, resembling a ghostly specter.

Chang'an was engulfed in fog.

Within the fog, all living beings had their essence blood extracted by Xuan Venerable in the blink of an eye.

Ordinary mortals turned into dry corpses almost instantly.

Even cultivators with extraordinary cultivation had little power to resist; at best, their abundant essence blood allowed them to hold on for a bit longer.

......

The fog encircled the Imperial Palace.

A massive formation sensed the rising wind and instantly reacted. Golden light formed a semi-circular shield that enveloped the entire palace.

The fog attempted to penetrate the palace but was blocked by this great formation, leading to a clash between the two forces.

Clanging sounds reverberated continually.

The fog transformed into various shapes, at times like divine hammers striking the glazed shield, at times like wild beasts biting and impacting.

Terrifying strength echoed continuously, but the shield remained unmoved.

For this was a part of the Chang'an Great Formation, a representation of the power of the strongest formation existing in the human world.

Outside the shield, the fog continued to flow.

Inside the shield, inside the main hall, a throng of people surged.

A woman of noble and luxurious demeanor sat atop the high dragon head throne.

Below, the Great Xia cultivators were seething with rage.

"Qing King has gone mad!"

"As a member of the Great Xia Imperial Clan, a human cultivator, how dare he associate with a Demon Race venerable!"

"It's no longer just about his association with the Demon Lord; he's planning to slaughter the city! Do you understand?"

"Both Qing King and Xuan Venerable possess the power of the Ninth Realm's honorable title; how can we stop them? It's a dead end, a dead end!"

The existence of the Annihilating Venerable Formation was known only to a few, so many cultivators in the hall were plunged into despair, unaware of this formation's existence.

Some were furious, others trembled all over, gripped by immense anguish.

No matter Qing King's intentions, his actions were against the natural order, chilling to the heart.

"Supreme, activate the Annihilating Venerable Formation," Marquis of Anxi from the Chang'an Guard stepped forward from the crowd, bowing and speaking with a firm voice.

Xia Zhao slightly raised her phoenix eyes, her expression exceptionally calm, and gazed at Marquis of Anxi.

"Supreme, there's no time for hesitation," Marquis of Anxi's eyes reddened, speaking again.

Realizing the situation, the Great Xia cultivators present were no fools; they quickly grasped many things—Chang'an still had a trump card to deal with two slaughtering forces!

"Supreme, regardless of the cost of activating this so-called Annihilating Venerable Formation, there must be no more hesitation.

The cost cannot be greater than the slaughter of Chang'an!" someone cried out in anguish.

Soon, these words were met with resounding echoes.

Everyone steadily watched Xia Zhao, this peerless woman, awaiting her final decision.

"Alright." Under the gaze of the expectant crowd, Xia Zhao slowly nodded, softly speaking.

She stood up.

The next moment, a droplet of golden blood appeared in Xia Zhao's hand.

The instant the blood appeared, the numerous Great Xia cultivators in the hall, all at least at the Seventh Realm of cultivation, changed color, their hair standing on end, as if facing a prehistoric beast.

What kind of blood was this?

The golden light was dazzling as a sun, blindingly bright, divine rays soaring to the sky, entangled with strands of immortal qi.

Upon its appearance, it exuded an unfathomable pressure.

The most terrifying part was that this droplet of blood carried no killing intent; the pressure naturally emanating from it was already so horrifying.

Inconceivable!

If a single droplet of blood was so terrifying, how formidable must its owner be?

Whose blood was it?

Xia Zhao gently flicked the droplet of blood.

The heavens suddenly surged with momentum.

The blood released a surging aura, suddenly rising, breaking through the protective shield, tearing through the layers of black fog, and suspended high in the air, emanating an immense energy like an ocean, shaking the void, its released waves seemingly about to tear the Heaven's Vault.

Outside the palace, above Chang'an, Xuan Venerable let out a cry of alarm, squinting his eyes, sensing a dangerous presence.

Within this droplet of blood, he felt a presence that made him tremble, as if through the blood he saw a man, his form indistinct, meeting his gaze.

That was.... the Ancestral Taoist!

Xuan Venerable shuddered all over, even as the first demon of the Heavenly Gate Realm, he instinctively gave birth to a heart of fear, wanting to bow and submit.

This was just a single droplet of blood!

Beside him, Qing King's expression was extremely complex watching this scene, yet his heart was incredibly fervent.

This is the Ancestral Realm, a single drop of essence blood could make Xuan Venerable tremble, fearful!

From within the golden blood shone infinite radiance, falling downward.

Subsequently, an astonishing transformation occurred.

Overlooking Chang'an, one would see that the city, completely shrouded in black fog at this time, had countless golden lights shining from its ground, piercing through the dense fog.

The pattern was like grass snakes and gray lines, as if there was an invisible large brush moving around.

Dragons and snakes fly, iron paintings in the evening glow, misty silver hooks.

Magnificent and grand.

This is the Annihilating Venerable Formation of Chang'an City, using the entire city as the Formation Map, each intersecting street as the Formation Patterns, the Imperial Palace as the formation's core, drawing the power of Heaven and Earth as the source of the formation's power.

Its activation requires.....

Ancestral Taoist essence blood!