Invincibility Begins with a Super Fairy Manny

Chapter 1347: Chapter 1344: Henceforth, There is No More Jing Country! (Fourth Update)

The banquet hall was suffocating, the atmosphere as rigid as iron.

From the moment Xue An arrived until now, the King of Jing Country was dead, the State Preceptor Qing Mo was dead, and even the deities he worshipped had been slaughtered clean by Xue An.

Now, apart from the trembling and ashen-faced dignitaries of Jing Country huddling together,

there remained only the dozen or so still floating midair, enduring an upgraded version of hell’s torment.

The wounds on these dozen individuals had ceased bleeding, as they had nearly run out of blood to spill.

But because of their robust bodies, death hadn’t yet claimed them.

Yet, at this very moment, they yearned for death like never before.

To most people, mere seconds might be fleeting, but for them, each passing moment was an eternity of agony.

If it hadn’t been for Xue An’s deliberate intervention, their spirits would have long since collapsed and perished.

But Xue An felt no sympathy for them.

Because what Tao Niang suffered then wasn’t a mere few dozen minutes—it was days, even longer, of endless torment.

”A life for a life, debt must be repaid in full”—an immutable truth.

Thus, the debt they owed could not be lessened by even a second.

As for these remaining nobles of Jing Country...

Xue An’s gaze swept over each one of them.

Where his eyes passed, bodies quaked in fear.

Even the Family Heads of the three major families—Baili Family, Jin Family, Zeng Family—who moments ago believed their families destined for glory, now stood pale-faced, unable to meet his gaze.

They had come to realize that this white-robed youth’s power was beyond question, and his methods were as maddening as they were blood-soaked.

In the face of such a being, all aspirations turned to ashes.

Standing out, however, were Baili Shaoguang, Jin Haorang, and Zeng Jialiang, whose divine senses had been cleansed by Xue An. The three stepped forward, bowed deeply, and said,

”My Lord!”

Xue An regarded the three of them quietly, speaking not a word for a long time.

The weight of his silence turned the air stifling.

Many, too frightened, began to sob softly behind muffled hands.

Yet these three remained calm, as if unafraid of life or death.

Finally, Xue An gave a nod.

”Come with me!”

”Yes!” The three tensed, uncertain of Xue An’s intentions.

At that moment, Xue An soared into the sky, the three immediately following, arriving above the capital of Jing Country.

Xue An gazed down at the city. Upon seeing the desolate streets and the skeletal remains scattered within the houses, a flicker of wrath lit his eyes.

”Turning your own people into ghosts to curry favor with dark spirits. Truly deserving of death!”

Baili Shaoguang and the others held their silence.

In truth, while Jing Country had already aligned with the Cult of Ghosts, they had never acted so heinously before.

It wasn’t until Qing Mo became State Preceptor that such extremist deeds were driven and this unthinkable crime committed.

Shi Jian flew forward, speaking solemnly, ”My Lord, I have investigated. The entire capital, indeed all of Jing Country, has already become a massive graveyard. Nearly all the citizens have been slaughtered and turned into spirits!”

His expression darkened with anger as he continued, ”These ordinary people, now ghosts, are imprisoned between life and death. With our strength, we could destroy them, but there’s no way to grant them liberation!”

Xue An nodded slightly. ”I see. Step back for now.”

Shi Jian hesitated momentarily, then bowed and withdrew, though a trace of unease flickered in his eyes.

For he, too, had no idea how to resolve the dilemma ahead.

Exterminating these spirits would be simple—Shi Jian could do it alone.

But these innocent citizens? Should they be sacrificed merely for the ambitions of the elite?

At that moment, Xue An glanced back at the banquet hall below, speaking dispassionately, ”Tell me honestly, do you believe your families deserve to die?”

Baili Shaoguang, Jin Haorang, and Zeng Jialiang all froze, shared a glance, then silently nodded.

They were well aware of their families’ deeds. Even before having their divine senses purified by Xue An, they knew they had committed numerous wrongs—even if not crimes of pure atrocity.

Xue An chuckled faintly. ”Then let your families join you in burial.”

With those words, Xue An raised his hands, his expression turning cold and murderous as he uttered a single command:

”Reverse.”

BOOM!

With one word, devastating energy surged forth, inundating the entire capital of Jing Country, extending across its entire land.

BANG!

First to die were the nobles in the banquet hall.

Those who had believed themselves spared when Xue An flew off had been rejoicing in vain.

Death came for them swiftly and ferociously, catching them utterly unprepared.

In that instant, all their bodies burst apart, annihilating their physical forms, spirits, and ambitions alike.

Suspended midair, the dozen still-living individuals were left untouched by the energy. But the envy in their crazed eyes revealed how much they longed for the release of death themselves.

Indeed!

For them, death had become a luxury.

Next to fall were the other nobles scattered across Jing Country’s capital.

Some were asleep, some indulging in revelry, but without exception, when death descended, they were obliterated before they could even react—reduced to dust.

In the end, across all Jing Country, every member of the ruling class died in unison.

The deaths came swiftly, cleanly, without even the chance for screams.

But this was not the end—it was only the beginning.

As the devastating energy swept across the land, the spirits of ordinary citizens, forcibly transformed into ghosts, lit up with joy.

For they could feel liberation in the air.

BANG!

The chains binding them shattered, and their spirits rose one by one like countless streaks of starlight, illuminating all of Jing Country.

In those glimmers appeared countless ethereal figures. They bowed deeply toward Xue An, expressing their gratitude.

Xue An nodded slightly and waved his hand. ”Go now!”

The figures nodded in unison, then soared upward, vanishing into the heavens.

Shi Jian was utterly awestruck.

What had seemed an impossible dilemma had been resolved so effortlessly by Xue An.

Not only that, but Shi Jian could sense that the spirits were now freed from their mortal imprisonment, returning to the cycle of life and death within heaven’s order. It was the best possible outcome.

As for the others, they were left stupefied.

Then came deafening booms as the capital beneath them, along with every structure across Jing Country, collapsed into dust.

Xing Yushu stared blankly at the scene, murmuring softly,

”Tao Niang... Uncle and Aunt from the village... My Lord has avenged you!”

As he spoke, his eyes filled with tears.

Xue An simply clapped his hands, remarking lightly, ”From this day forth, Jing Country shall cease to exist!”

One strike to annihilate a nation—justice served, vengeance fulfilled!

Such was the might and majesty of Xue An!