Invincibility Begins with a Super Fairy Manny

Chapter 1343: Chapter 1340: Day of Judgment (6th Update)

This line of questioning caused the entire room to fall silent.

Many people’s eyes gradually widened, their hearts skipping a beat.

Putting on such a grand display, all for a mere small town?

This left the nobles of Jing Country, who had always regarded commoners as worthless, utterly dumbfounded.

Qing Mo directly ignored Xue An’s ”disrespect” toward the Ghost Monarch and swallowed nervously, ”Yes... Yes! It was the Ghost Monarch’s orders that led us to act this way, and you...”

He was just about to ask who Xue An was and what exactly he intended to do.

But Xue An gave him no chance to continue. He said plainly, ”Very well. Then now tell me, where is that little girl you captured?”

”Little girl?” Qing Mo’s entire body jolted, his face gradually turning pale!

”Hm?” Xue An fiddled with his fingers, not even raising his head as he replied, ”I’ll give you three breaths to provide me with a satisfying answer!”

Large beads of sweat appeared on Qing Mo’s forehead as he stared fearfully at the young man before him. With a sudden grit of his teeth, he discreetly activated his cultivation level and tried to transform into black mist to escape.

But just as this thought crossed his mind, an overwhelming force descended upon him like Mount Tai, crushing his shoulder and forcing him to kneel on the ground.

Crack.

Both of his knees shattered into dust under the immense pressure.

”Ahhhhh!” Qing Mo began screaming in agony.

Xue An raised his gaze to look at him.

The screams instantly ceased. Qing Mo’s complexion turned ghostly white as he pressed his hands tightly over his mouth, daring not to make another sound.

”I won’t ask a third time. Now tell me—where is Xiao Rui?”

”Sh-she... She’s already been sacrificed to the Ghost Monarch and sent into the Holy Realm—no, the Ghost Realm! Ahhhh!”

No sooner had the words left his mouth than his hands were crushed into powder, hanging mockingly at his chest in grotesque shapes.

Xue An’s icy gaze remained fixed on Qing Mo.

After letting out a few screams, Qing Mo managed to restrain himself. Yet he dared not lift his head, instead burying it deeply against his chest. His entire body trembled slightly from the immense pain.

The sight plunged the entire hall into utter silence.

These haughty nobles of Jing Country, who usually acted with reckless arrogance, now dared not even breathe loudly as they watched the white-clad youth. Silently, they prayed to all the gods and demons in heaven to grant them a swift escape.

But as if sensing their prayers, the gods and demons in heaven fled collectively.

Xue An spoke slowly, ”Now tell me, who slaughtered the residents of the small town?”

Though his voice was calm, to everyone present, it sounded like the death knell of a vengeful spirit, chilling them to the bone.

Not a single soul dared to respond.

Xue An raised an eyebrow slightly. ”Hm? Afraid to speak? Yet when you were dealing with defenseless townsfolk, why did you act so brazenly?”

At this moment, the king of Jing Country, Jing Hanhai, trembling all over, stood up and offered a deep, ingratiating bow to Xue An.

”Lord, please spare your wrath! We were unaware of your connection to Demon-Sealing Town—it was our fault, entirely! Just say the word, and we’ll offer our utmost sincerity to compensate you!”

As he spoke, his face was full of hopeful anticipation as he looked at Xue An.

Upon hearing this, Xue An slowly turned his gaze toward Jing Hanhai. Only after a moment did he respond flatly, ”Compensate?”

”Yes! Compensate! If you are willing to overlook this error, we will...” Jing Hanhai’s smile grew even more ingratiating as he attempted to sway the mysterious young man with benefits and rewards.

But before he could finish his sentence, Xue An interrupted him directly, ”And who are you?”

”Lord, I am the king of Jing Country. My name is Jing Hanhai!” Jing Hanhai beamed with a self-assured smile.

Little did he know, that smile would be the last of his life.

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a chilling sensation on his neck. He looked down in horrified realization, only to discover that he could now see his own heels.

What followed was a dizzying whirl, and then his severed head fell to the ground. His headless corpse, however, remained upright.

From the open cavity, a torrent of black mist surged outward before reluctantly coalescing back into Jing Hanhai’s form.

But now, the king of Jing Country had lost all his prior composure—instead, his face was filled with terror as he stared blankly at Xue An, unable to comprehend why the youth had suddenly struck.

Xue An didn’t spare him a glance.

For in the space before Jing Hanhai’s neck, the vanished sword light flickered back into existence and gently sliced through once more.

Splurt!

Jing Hanhai didn’t even have time to scream before being obliterated, reduced to nothingness.

His corpse collapsed to the ground with a thud, blood spraying forth from the cavity and staining the polished floor crimson.

The sovereign ruler of an entire nation—annihilated, body and soul.

The faces of all the nobles turned deathly pale, their entire bodies trembling uncontrollably.

Xue An, however, responded as if he’d swatted a mere fly. He casually glanced across the crowd and said softly, ”Let me ask again—who slaughtered the small town’s residents?”

Still, no one dared to respond.

Xue An smiled coldly. ”Good! If no one will speak, then we’ll begin with...”

He casually pointed to someone within the crowd. ”You.”

At his words, the noble didn’t even make a sound before his head exploded into fine powder.

Soon after, the explosive destruction spread wildly through the surrounding area.

One by one, those once-powerful and arrogant figures—the so-called masters of life and death—now tasted the despair of being slaughtered like helpless lambs. Reduced to insignificant specks, they had no time even to beg for mercy before exploding into gruesome displays of blood and gore.

The hall was shrouded in a blood-colored mist, and as realization struck, desperate pleas for mercy erupted like a flood.

”Spare me, my lord! I have never set foot in Demon-Sealing Town!”

”Yes, Lord, I haven’t either! But him—he’s boasted about skinning several people alive back there with his own hands!”

Faced with a dire struggle to survive, people would resort to anything.

Especially when the nobles realized that this white-clad youth cared nothing for reason—his decisiveness in killing was outright terrifying—they felt an overwhelming sense of terror.

For people like them, powerful individuals were not inherently frightening; as long as negotiations were possible, even the strongest could be bought—it was simply a matter of price.

But someone like Xue An—who talked nothing and sought only death—was a nightmare beyond measure!

Thus, abandoning all notions of honor, loyalty, and alliances, they quickly pointed out over a dozen culprits among their ranks.

Leading them was a middle-aged man wearing a powdered face adorned with a white flower.

At this moment, however, all his prior elegance and composure had vanished. Sweat streaked his powdered face in unsightly lines as he forced a strained smile at Xue An.

”L-Lord, I... I...”

Before he could finish a single word, Xue An gently raised his hand, causing the dozen culprits to be bound instantly and lifted into the air.

Shrieking like pigs, they cried, ”Mercy, Lord! I...”

Xue An flicked his hand, sealing their ability to speak, and said softly, ”Welcome to hell. I hope you enjoy the show that’s about to begin.”