Invincibility Begins with a Super Fairy Manny

Chapter 1298: Chapter 1295: Death Sonata (2nd Update)

When a blade pierces through the human body, it emits a sound akin to the wind.

This sound, continuous and undulating, echoes within this secret chamber, composing a symphony of death.

And the first to die was none other than Sheng Shuyun.

Before this, with his status, he was held in the highest esteem, such that common folk would find it as difficult to meet him as to ascend to heaven.

But no matter how overwhelming your power may be, at this moment it becomes utterly laughable.

In the face of death, Sheng Shuyun’s reaction was no different from that of an ordinary person, in fact, it was even more disgraceful.

”Please spare my life, my lord! I am willing to take the Blood Soul Oath and serve you as my master! I only ask that you spare my life just one...”.

Before he could finish the word ”life,” a streak of sword light had already pierced through his throat, leaving a gaping hole.

The expression on Sheng Shuyun’s face instantly froze, but the strong vitality of a cultivator sustained him from immediate death; he clutched at the wound with both hands, as if to somehow seal the enormous cavity.

But it was all in vain.

The air gushing out from his lungs turned the blood in his throat into a string of bubbles, flowing out through his fingers.

Although he could draw spiritual power from the surrounding to maintain his life through his cultivation level, as the blood ebbed away, so did his life force rapidly decline.

The shadow of death cast a gloomy haze over his eyes.

He looked at Xue An with eyes full of pleading and despair, his mouth trembling, wanting to say something.

But all of this ultimately came to an end by a stream of sword light that entered from the back of his skull and burst forth from his forehead.

It also marked the end of his filthy soul.

As Sheng Shuyun fell with vacant eyes, death’s wings in the secret chamber slowly unfurled with the weaving of the Evil-Seeking Sword.

Pfft!

The one who fell was an elder notorious for his greed and debauchery, but this time, he could no longer impose his masculine dominance upon others.

For with a loud burst, the area below his waist had been pulverized to dust.

And he died from the sheer agony of such a wound.

Elsewhere, an elder who usually enjoyed torturing mortals and collecting their most beautiful severed body parts slumped to the ground like a pile of rotten flesh after being pierced by countless sword lights.

Each and every one of them was being judged for the sins they had committed.

In the midst of this bloody carnage, Xue An stood silently, his expression calm.

It was as if all before him was just a game, not even stirring a ripple in Xue An’s demeanor.

In an instant, the majority of the people in the secret chamber had fallen.

When only a few figures were left standing, the endless Sword Intent suddenly converged and appeared in front of a middle-aged man, the sword pointing directly at his glabella, the tip quivering incessantly.

Sheng Miaotong, who had been stunned by the scene, finally came back to her senses and cried out in shock, ”Father!”

That’s right!

The only one spared by the slaughter of the Evil-Seeking Sword was the nominal Family Head of the Sheng Family, Sheng Miaotong’s father, Sheng Yihua.

An overwhelming sense of dread filled Sheng Miaotong’s heart.

She felt indifferent to the death of Sheng Shuyun, for her grandfather had never favored her since childhood and could even be said to detest her.

This was because Sheng Shuyun’s favorite was her sister, Sheng Manyu.

As a result, the two sisters had always been estranged.

However, Sheng Miaotong held great respect for her own father.

For it was her father who had brought her up all by himself.

Sheng Miaotong was also very aware of her father’s difficult position.

Even though he was nominally the Family Head of the Sheng Family, his situation had become very awkward due to the presence of Sheng Shuyun.

He was almost never in charge of anything, merely a messenger.

Even within the Sheng Family, many didn’t regard him as a Family Head.

That was the very reason Sheng Manyu dared to lord over Sheng Miaotong so arrogantly.

Now, seeing her father facing a life-threatening danger, Sheng Miaotong was naturally stricken with panic and couldn’t help but turn her head to look at Xue An.

”Xue... Lord Xue, I implore you not to harm my father, he has never done anything wrong, it was all instigated and directed by Sheng Shuyun!”

As she spoke, Sheng Miaotong’s voice began to choke up, evidently she was on the verge of tears.

Before Xue An could speak.

Sheng Yihua, with the fierce Sword Intent pressing against his brow, let out a soft sigh, ”Tong’er, there’s no need to say more! Lord Xue does not wish to kill me, otherwise how would I still be alive?”

Sheng Miaotong was taken aback, then stealthily glanced at Xue An.

As expected.

She saw a faint smile appearing on the corners of Xue An’s mouth.

”Oh? You’re so sure I won’t kill you?”

Sheng Yihua gave a bitter smile, ”I’m not certain, I just know that I have never lost my true heart, that’s all!”

A glint of admiration flashed through Xue An’s eyes.

The Evil-Seeking Sword harbors no wronged souls; this saying was not an empty claim.

Because this Sword Intent arises from the depths of one’s heart, with your sins serving as its nourishment.

Since Sheng Yihua hadn’t died, it naturally proved his words were no lie.

But what Xue An really admired was his attitude towards life and interpersonal conduct.

Therefore, with a casual wave of his hand, the Sword Intent dissipated into thin air.

Only then did Sheng Yihua breathe a sigh of relief, feeling the cold sweat that had drenched his back.

This showed just how astonishingly intimidating the Sword Intent pointing at him had been.

Afterwards, Sheng Yihua took a deep breath and bowed deeply to Xue An.

”Sheng Yihua, I thank you for sparing my life, my lord!”

”No need to thank me, and it’s not me who spared your life, thank yourself!” Xue An said indifferently.

Sheng Yihua was slightly startled, then nodded earnestly, ”Yes!”

Xue An looked at Sheng Yihua with interest and said indifferently, ”I’ve killed so many from your Sheng Family, don’t you hate me?”

At this question, Sheng Miaotong’s heart immediately jumped to her throat.

But unexpectedly, Sheng Yihua shook his head without hesitation, ”I don’t hate you!”

”Oh? Why is that?”

”Because, as you just said, their deaths were brought on by their own doing! Moreover, over all these years...”

Sheng Yihua paused, then said with some distaste, ”I have seen with my own eyes everything they’ve done!”

Xue An looked deeply at Sheng Yihua and nodded, ”Well said!”

With that, Xue An stretched leisurely, yawning out of boredom, ”Alright, the matter is resolved, time to go back!”

Saying this, Xue An turned around and waved his hand casually.

As he waved his hand, it was as if a curtain had been lifted.

The outside world, which had been so silent, suddenly became lively.

Hearing the chaotic voices outside, Sheng Yihua was stunned.

Xue An said indifferently, ”As your daughter said, I am not a person who kills indiscriminately, and your Sheng Family is somewhat better than the Lu Family, at least many of you are left!”