Overriding the Heaven

Wang Lei was stunned for a moment before reacting to the meaning behind the other party's words.    

Cultivators of the Violet Palace Stage did not always joke around.    

The problem was that they would never joke around in front of an "ant" like him with their Earth Origin Stage.    

If that was the case, then he would die because of what the other party had said.    

That would be letting him die.    

And this was something that Wang Lei could not comprehend.    

Wasn't everyone having a good chat?    

You even asked me for my name. You asked for my name so that I could die?    

Wang Lei opened his mouth, subconsciously wanting to ask this.    

Unfortunately, he didn't have the chance.    

With a bang, his head exploded like a watermelon filled with juice.    

Boiling hot flesh, brains, and shattered bones mixed together and sprayed out in all directions.    

And because of this sudden occurrence, even though the surrounding cultivators had been drenched in blood, they still didn't realize what had happened.    

The first person to react was the same as Wang Lei, the Jiang Huaiwu who had obtained the favor of the Northern Heaven King.    

In fact, when Wang Lei's head exploded, he was peeping at him with the corner of his eye of hatred.    

Jiang Huaiwu naturally did not think that his hateful gaze had exploded the other party's eyes.    

The only possibility was that it was this Violet Palace Stage expert who had acted against him.    

But why?    

Jiang Huaiwu couldn't understand the reasoning behind it.    

However, there was one thing he realized the moment he saw Wang Lei's head explode: it would be his turn next.    

"Sir, I was wrong!" I beg the Lord to spare my life! "    

Jiang Huaiwu's entire body was drenched in sweat. He did not care how severe his injuries were previously, he had just recovered a lot. He just knelt on the ground and kowtowed as hard as he could.    

When he kowtowed, he didn't dare to use his spiritual energy to protect himself.    

After a few bangs, his forehead was a mess of blood and gore.    

"Don't worry, I don't intend to kill you." At this moment, the voice of the Northern Heaven King rang out.    

Jiang Huaiwu heaved a sigh of relief.    

However, just as he was feeling relieved, the other party spoke up again.    

"I'm going to kill all of you."    

Everyone present was stunned.    

Then, an invisible force spread out like a huge wave.    

The cultivators who were hit didn't even have time to react before their bodies exploded into a bloody mess.    

As this force continued to spread, the waves of blood continued to spread outwards.    

At this moment, the cultivators at the scene had already gathered close to four thousand people, and they were scattered across the area.    

However, in the blink of an eye, the only person left standing was the Northern King.    

With a single thought, all techniques were activated.    

This was how Violet Palace Stage killed people.    

As for the more than four thousand cultivators, if they wanted to collect their corpses, they wouldn't be able to do so even with shovels. They could only scoop them up with their spoons.    

The thick blood that covered the ground, all mixed together at this moment, flowed out, making it hard to tell who was who.    

Not only Wang Lei, who died first, even Jiang Huaiwu and the thousands of other people, until their deaths, could not understand why the Northern Sky King wanted to kill them.    

Sweeping his eyes over the shocking redness around him, he heard the cold voice of the Northern Heaven King. "When the Purple Wei Sect does things, they will not leave any stain. Not to mention that you've been disrespectful to me from the start."    

After saying that, the descending beam of light once again returned to the sky.    

The Northern Heaven King himself had been hovering in midair this entire time.    

Just now, he had appeared in front of everyone, but it was just a projection of him.    

How could a dignified Violet Palace Stage cultivator, who was referred to as a real person, casually let a Earth Origin Stage cultivator see her true appearance?    

On one hand, the Northern King was trying to protect the reputation of the Violet Myrtle Sect.    

After all, Xu Muran had died, so the things that the Purple Wei Sect had arranged for this trip to the Three Saint Mountain would have the possibility of being exposed.    

Just this one possibility was enough for the Northern Sky King to take action and kill those people.    

So what if there might be innocents among them?    

They would rather kill the wrong person than let him off.    

Furthermore, the Northern Sky King did not have the time to go through them one by one.    

There was another reason, and that was naturally to address him.    

Adept, was the honorific title of Violet Palace Stage Cultivator.    

As for my lord, what is that thing?    

After calming himself down, the Northern King stared at the empty space before him as the expression on his face gradually receded.    

His pupils suddenly constricted.    

In that instant, it was as if a river of stars was rapidly forming in his eyes.    

In an instant, a terrifying pressure was generated, causing the space around him to cave in deeply as sounds of steel plates being pried continuously resounded.    

At this moment, in the eyes of the Northern Sky King, the blurry space before him was being pulled away by an immense force.    

The majestic palace behind the void became clearer and clearer to him.    

This sort of feeling was like a layer of membrane that had originally covered the palace and became thinner and thinner as a result of the pulling.    

"Heh."    

A moment later, the Northern King laughed lightly and pointed forward with his right index finger.    

His fingertip condensed into a silvery white light, and like a needle, it instantly pierced through the void.    

Almost at the same time, in the quiet and dim palace, Chu Yan who had been sitting on the coffin stopped moving the two balls in his hands, raised his head, and looked deeply in the direction of the palace entrance.    

Crack! Crack! Crack!    

At this moment, all the cultivators in Blacksoul City saw what seemed to be a miracle.    

The sky above the city started to shatter, and the sky started to look like it was filled with crystals.    

Within the crystal, there was a silver white line.    

As the silver threads extended, so did the crystallization.    

Within a short span of time, the area that had been shrouded for more than ten miles in the air had turned into something similar to a crystal mixture.    

At this time, in the area outside the crystal, the Northern King lightly tapped his finger.    

Crack! Crack! Crack!    

The sound of something shattering could be heard.    

Within the crystal, a tunnel suddenly appeared along the silver white line.    

The Northern King walked in.    

He seemed to be strolling leisurely, but in just a single step, he had completed this long passageway and appeared in front of the entrance of that majestic palace.    

The pressure brought by the Violet Palace Stage cultivators caused this grand and tall palace to begin to tremble.    

The two large doors that had originally been just a crack were now lightly opened by the Northern Sky King's gaze. In an instant, they turned into fine powder, and with a rustling sound, they fell from the sky.    

"I haven't received her response yet. It seems like things won't go as smoothly as I imagined." Looking at the pitch-black gaping maw of the gate, the Northern Sky King pondered for a moment and then laughed out loud.    

However, this smile contained a bit of cruelty and a bit of coldness: "After all, there's a guy who destroyed my amulet inside here. Then, let me see what kind of background you have."    

With that, a silvery white light appeared around the Northern King's body.    

Space was once again forced open.    

He took a step forward and immediately disappeared into the silver white light.    

The next moment, the Northern Heaven King appeared within the palace.    

There was no need for him to search around. He could only see the figure sitting on top of the coffin, and also the pair of eyes that was looking at him coolly.