Chapter 42

It cannot be stopped!

The willow branches, dripping with emerald mist, looked incredibly soft, but when they truly struck, they were harder than divine iron. With a "pu" sound, the flying dragon was pinned in mid-air, its blood trickling down the green, luminous young branches, creating a bizarre and mysterious scene.

The flying dragon could no longer make a sound; its scales instantly lost their luster, and it was filled with extreme fear. Its vital energy and spirit were rapidly fading, and its body trembled violently.

"What's happening, Uncle Dragon!" Xiaopeng, riding on the back of the fierce dragon, shouted, his heart filled with panic.

This was a terrifying sight. The dragon was as thick as a water vat and over ten meters long, covered in dense scales, with a pair of giant wings, making it both powerful and fierce. Yet, it was pinned in mid-air by a slender willow branch, unable to move, which was very strange!

"How can this be?!" the strong ones exclaimed.

Is this the spirit of a mountain village? How can it be so terrifying, piercing through such a powerful beast with just one strike?

"Quick, save it!" Jiao Cang, a middle-aged man from Luo Fu Great Marsh, shouted loudly.

Several figures appeared in the forest, rushing over at high speed. Their palms glowed, and runes flickered, creating a dazzling light that enveloped the village. They all attacked the willow tree together.

The Lei Clan, Zishan Family, and Jinlang Tribe were all startled. Luo Fu Great Marsh seemed to have only a few people, but in fact, a group of people had followed secretly, well-prepared.

However, it was too late. In just an instant, the large flying dragon in the sky had lost its vitality. Its shining scales began to crack, and its body rapidly aged, eventually breaking apart and falling to the ground.

This sudden change was too terrifying. A dragon with overwhelming ferocity, comparable to the strongest present, had turned to dust, as if it had died of old age!

Xiaopeng was terrified and fell to the ground. He was utterly frightened. What kind of powerful spirit could this be? He crawled and rolled away, no longer arrogant, his face pale and his body trembling.

A drop of gray liquid rolled gently on the green, luminous young branch, emitting a vibrant energy. This was extracted from the flying dragon's body and absorbed by the branch.

All of this happened in a split second. From the moment the dragon was pierced to its rapid disintegration and fall, it all happened in an instant.

And just as the dozen or so strong figures from the primeval forest rushed over, various lights and runes filled the sky. The shadows of ancient birds and fierce beasts, enveloped in dazzling light, attacked the scorched willow tree.

"Whoosh!"

The willow branch extended, forming a green chain that drew a graceful arc in the air. It looked light and crystal-clear, but the terrifying consequences were chilling!

"Pu"

The willow branch swung, cutting a skilled practitioner in half at the waist. It looked weak, but it was as sharp as a divine blade, severing the person in two, blood spurting out.

"What is that?!" everyone was stunned.

This was just the beginning. All the skilled practitioners who rushed close were within the range of the willow branch's green, luminous light.

The willow branch swayed with the wind, green mist blooming one after another, crossing the sky. It was like a divine whip or a celestial sword, cutting skilled practitioners into two or splitting them in half.

This attack was too terrifying. Though it was just a willow branch, its destructive power was like a sharp blade slicing through the air, cutting down all enemies!

"Pu," "Pu"...

Blood splattered, and the sounds continued. The willow branch, light and graceful, swung, and bodies fell to the ground, either cut in half or split into two, blood blooming like flowers.

The evening glow turned the sky red, casting a golden light over the entire village. Under the sunset, a scorched willow tree with a swaying, crystal-clear branch stood, exquisitely beautiful. On the ground, bodies lay, bloodstained. This scene was etched into the minds of every strong person, unforgettable for life.

It was that simple. A group of skilled practitioners from Luo Fu Great Marsh were all killed in an instant, without any suspense, making a group of strong people shiver with cold sweat.

"Ah..."

Xiaopeng screamed, terrified. Several bodies fell on him, blood splattering his face. He crawled and rolled, crying and shouting as he fled back.

Jiao Cang, the middle-aged man from Luo Fu Great Marsh, was pale, his face drained of all color. He was drenched in cold sweat, a great fear enveloping his heart.

What kind of powerful spirit is this?!

The strong ones, who were calm and composed just moments ago, were now stunned. They had looked down on the Stone Village, ignoring it, and planned to deal with the Suanni treasure bone and distribute the three young birds. Now, they were all terrified.

A group of simple men like Shi Feijiao, the children, and the women and elders who had come to see what was happening, were all speechless, staring in disbelief.

This was too shocking. A willow branch, cutting through the sky, slaying the strong, made everyone tremble.

For decades, the willow tree had never communicated with the villagers and showed no unusual behavior. Now, it had caused such a shocking result, making people feel it was unreal.

Perhaps only the clan leader in seclusion and a few others would not be surprised, as they had witnessed even more terrifying scenes on a stormy, lightning-filled night decades ago.

"Ah..." Xiaopeng finally crawled out of the pile of bodies, escaping to Jiao Cang's side, grabbing his leg, crying and shouting, overwhelmed with fear.

Only at this moment did the calm break. The strong ones slowly recovered from their shock, filled with awe and fear, not daring to look directly at the willow tree.

Jiao Cang, a strong person from Luo Fu Great Marsh, felt both unwilling and terrified. Standing at the village entrance, he said, "Powerful spirit, please forgive my ignorance and disrespect..."

As he spoke, a gentle breeze blew, and the willow branch swayed, bringing a misty fog that fell, piercing his right arm with a "pu" sound.

"Ah..."

A scream echoed, and Jiao Cang struggled in vain. His divine energy rapidly drained, and his arm withered and cracked, breaking off like rotten wood and falling to the ground.

Xiaopeng screamed, hugging Jiao Cang's legs below, hit by the broken and withered arm. Seeing the crystal-clear branch above, he fainted from shock.

Jiao Cang laughed bitterly, not only losing an arm but also half his cultivation. He was unsteady, his heart filled with bitterness. Just moments ago, he was high and mighty, looking down on the villagers, with the power to decide life and death. Now, he was a useless person.

Two older boys from Luo Fu Great Marsh stepped forward to support Jiao Cang. These geniuses were trembling, the events forever etched in their minds, impossible to forget.

The strong ones were silent, a great fear in their hearts. This spirit was too terrifying, making their bones chill.

The Jinlang Tribe, Lei Clan, and Zishan Family were all filled with fear. Just moments ago, they were discussing how to deal with the Stone Village and planning to seize the Suanni treasure bone. Now, this scene made them uneasy.

Everyone regretted deeply. If they had known the willow tree was so astonishing, they would not have come here, even if offered treasures.

"Hey, weren't you going to take our treasure bone? Come and take it," the children, now calmer, all spoke up, their anger boiling.

"Jinlang Tribe, Luo Fu Great Marsh, Lei Clan, and Zishan Family, weren't you all high and mighty, ignoring us? Why are your faces pale now?" Er Meng said bluntly.

"And, didn't some of you say you would massacre our Stone Village?" Nitiwa, a child, clenched his small fists, bringing up old grievances.

The strong ones all shuddered, their scalps tingling, quickly looking at the willow tree, fearing it would show its power again.

"Little brother, those were just jokes, don't take them to heart," the strong ones said, sweating coldly. Their status was so high, and they usually didn't care about these villagers, respected wherever they went. Now, they had to apologize to the villagers.

"Big brother, can we put this misunderstanding behind us? We will have a great reward for you in the future," the leader of the Jinlang Tribe said, looking at the strong men like Shi Linhu.

"Ch!"

A green mist flashed, and the willow tree moved. The branch quickly fell, piercing his shoulder, making his entire left side wither, his arm cracking and falling off, just like Jiao Cang.

Then, the willow branch moved swiftly, like a divine spear, piercing through seven or eight strong people. They had either threatened to massacre the Stone Village or issued threats, and now the branch had taken a large amount of their life essence.

"You can go," Shi Linhu said.

The strong ones trembled, the willow tree too terrifying to resist. Unless they reported to their clan leaders and came personally, they would be sent to their deaths here.

A group of people rushed out of the Stone Village. The leader of the Jinlang Tribe, Jiao Cang from Luo Fu Great Marsh, with a bitter smile, and the uncle of Zishan Hou and the old servant of the Lei Clan, remained silent, having suffered a complete defeat.

Only the people from Yun Tian Palace remained calm, as they had suffered no losses. The old man led two pretty little girls, squinting, not saying much. The two girls blinked, looking at the Stone Village, eager to speak but restrained.

The evening glow had long disappeared, and the sky turned dark. From a distance, the willow tree in the Stone Village emitted a hazy light, enveloping the entire village.

"With our population in the millions and vast tribal territories, does it not fear a great disaster if it treats us like this?" someone far from the Stone Village said angrily.

"We must report to our clan leaders and have them come personally. Regardless of anything else, the Suanni treasure bone and this spirit cannot be missed!" someone said fiercely.

However, as soon as the words were spoken, even from such a distance, the spirit sensed it. A fresh green willow branch, glowing with light, extended over a mile, striking back.

"Pu," "Pu"...

Anyone who spoke fiercely was cut in half, as if struck by the sharpest magic blade, their upper and lower bodies separated, blood spurting out.

The leaders of the various tribes were also injured. The old servant of the Lei Clan and the uncle of Zishan Hou lost a hand, their wrists severed, as a warning.

The strong ones were numb, no longer daring to say another word, fleeing in the night. They all used their treasures, their light shining brilliantly, rushing into the depths of the primeval forest.

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