Transmigrating Into a Fantasy World: Signing in During Pregnancy, Reaching the Summit with My Childhood Sweetheart

153: Chapter 153: The Sharpening of the Edge and the Valley Mouth Sword SteleFacing the encirclement and foul language of five Golden Core Cultivators, Nangong Xuan’s eyes did not ripple in the slightest, with only a deep chill condensing like ten-thousand-year ice marrow. Su Muxue’s willow-like brows furrowed slightly; she did not grow angry at the provocation, but quietly put away the key of living beings. Taiyin Star Power circulated around her, transforming into a thin but opaque ice-blue shield—not for defense, but to block the other party’s nauseating Divine Sense prying.

”Seeking death!” Seeing the two remain silent, and especially Nangong Xuan’s attitude of completely ignoring them, the One-eyed Burly Man felt his dignity was damaged. He gave a violent shout and raised his Ghost-headed Greatsword, which was wrapped in a ghastly green, sinister blade light, as he was the first to hack forward! Everywhere the blade light passed, the air made a corrosive sizzling sound, clearly containing a potent poison.

The other four also launched their attacks simultaneously. Flying Swords, Poison Banners, Bone Nails, and Blood Claws—various sinister Magical Artifacts and Spells accompanied by ear-piercing shrieks—covered Nangong Xuan and Su Muxue from different directions. Their methods were ruthless, clearly the work of seasoned veterans accustomed to killing and looting.

However, facing this seemingly airtight siege, Nangong Xuan only slowly raised his right hand.

He held his fingers together like a sword.

There was no earth-shattering explosion of spiritual energy, nor any brilliant and dazzling Spell light. There was only a wisp of extremely restrained dark gold sword light that seemed capable of swallowing all light, quietly extending from his fingertips.

At the very moment those attacks were about to strike his body—

Buzz!

Time seemed to freeze for an instant.

In the next instant, a thin dark gold line centered on Nangong Xuan silently sliced through the surrounding space.

That line was as thin as a strand of hair and faster than a bolt of lightning, appearing as if it were merely an illusion left by a visual afterimage.

Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft!

Five muffled sounds, so faint they were almost inaudible, rang out nearly simultaneously.

The One-eyed Burly Man’s forward-charging posture suddenly froze, and the cruel grin on his face solidified as his single eye filled with unbelievable horror. His Ghost-headed Greatsword, along with the arm he used to hold it, silently slid off from his shoulder. The cut was as smooth as a mirror, and not a single drop of blood flowed out; all vitality had been completely annihilated the moment it touched the sword light!

The four people behind him similarly maintained their attacking postures, standing frozen in place. A tiny dark gold dot appeared on each of their foreheads, hearts, or Dantians.

Crack... Crash... The spiritual light of their Magical Artifacts instantly dimmed, shattering into the most primitive fragments as they fell. Immediately after, their bodies were like sand sculptures weathered for ten million years; starting from the points where they were hit, they rapidly turned into fly ash and dissipated into the air.

Without even having time to let out a scream, the five Golden Core Cultivators, who were powerful enough to dominate the nearby area, were annihilated in both body and soul in an instant, as if they had never existed.

From the moment he struck to the end, it was but the blink of an eye.

Nangong Xuan slowly lowered his finger, and the dark gold sword light at his fingertip faded away. The aura around him did not even fluctuate significantly, as if he had only performed a trivial task. The efficiency of the slaughter and the terrifying power of the Nirvana Sword Intent after its Nirvana could be seen from this.

Su Muxue inhaled a soft breath of cold air. Although she had long known that Nangong Xuan’s strength had increased greatly, seeing such a clean and efficient erasure with her own eyes was still shocking. That was not an absolute crushing of power, but rather a complete negation of ’existence’ itself.

However, something eerie happened.

The fly ash left after the five Cultivators were annihilated did not scatter with the wind. Instead, as if drawn by some invisible force, it transformed into five wisps of extremely faint black Qi and was sucked into the mirror-smooth rock wall of the nearby Jijian Valley with a whoosh!