Zong Shou let out a helpless smile and shrugged. Then, with a sudden drawing of his sword, he casually swept it backward.

A flash of lightning erupted, and the cool arc of the blade, like a crescent moon, sliced through the air. When the sword light vanished, a head was already soaring high!

The hook-armed man’s head hung in the air, his expression bewildered, as if, even now, he couldn't grasp what had just transpired.

He only knew that a sword light had suddenly flashed before his eyes, and though he instinctively tried to defend himself, he could never track the trajectory of the blade. The sword's momentum seemed infinitely mutable; no matter how he blocked, it was useless. Furthermore, his very spirit felt vaguely ensnared by some unseen intention.

The next instant, his head was thrown high. Floating meaninglessly in the sky, he helplessly watched the slightly familiar, headless torso before him.

The left arm was severed, fitted with an iron hook—wasn't that him? This youth, who supposedly knew no martial arts, how could he possess such superb swordsmanship?

And as blood erupted in a torrent, splashing wildly, the hook-armed man's head finally dropped to the ground.

Within the entire hundred-zhang radius, an immediate, dead silence fell.

The Ye sisters were stunned into silence, staring at Zong Shou and the still-standing corpse of the hook-armed man, equally unable to process the turn of events. Their small mouths hung slightly ajar, wide enough to fit an egg.

The smiling expressions of the middle-aged Spirit Master and the whip-wielding woman had frozen solid on their faces before they could even fade.

They had assumed these two girls were at their mercy, and those possessions would soon be theirs. They never expected such a drastic change in the blink of an eye.

Ye Feihan stood frozen for a long moment, opening her mouth to speak several times, only to stop midway. Only when the headless torso lost its support and crashed completely to the ground did she stammer, “Brother Shou, aren't you a quarryman? You don't practice martial arts?”

“I am not your younger brother; you must call me Brother!”

Zong Shou casually flicked the blood from his sword, looking quite seriously at the two women. "[Baidu Shenhuang Bar] What does it matter what you guess about me? When did I, Zong Shou, ever claim to be a quarryman? You two sisters are quite laughable. The younger one is simple, but the elder one is bordering on foolish—”

Ye Feihan was momentarily speechless but showed no anger; instead, a foolish, beaming smile spread across her face, curving her eyes into crescent moons. Ye Feishuang first let out a soft breath, then tightly clenched her fists, her eyes blazing. Deep within her gaze, there was a fraction of disbelieving shock.

Previously, she had sensed no internal energy or spiritual power emanating from Zong Shou, assuming he had never cultivated martial arts. At this very moment, however, she felt an unnameable sense of awe toward the youth before her.

Slaying a Xiantian realm expert with a casual stroke—few people in this world could manage that, let alone at his age. Zong Shou paid her no further mind and smiled, turning his gaze toward the other two nearby. The middle-aged woman hesitated only slightly before her long whip suddenly spread out, transforming into layers of whip shadows that lashed out fiercely.

Though that initial sword strike had conveniently killed Ah Zhe, the true force contained within the sword was not overwhelmingly strong, barely reaching the Xiantian level, possessing only ten thousand jin of power. It must have been a coincidence! It must have been his extreme surprise, catching Ah Zhe completely off guard. A fourteen-year-old youth, no matter how strong, was still limited!

The whip shadows were vicious, the sound they created in the air like dancing dragons and snakes. A sharp spike adorned the tip, aimed directly at Zong Shou’s brow. As it rushed toward him, the whip accelerated several times over, countless barbs rising along its length.

Zong Shou had initially intended to show off in front of the two girls and prepare to catch it between his fingers. Halfway through, just as the middle-aged woman's face lit up with surprise, he murmured softly, "It's poisoned!"

With a casual flick, he severed the whip, which was also a second-tier spirit weapon. Zong Shou’s figure instantly flashed, transforming into a swift shadow, darting across the snow.

When he had used the Lei Zou Ling Gu previously, Zong Shou’s steps had been heavy, leaving deep pits with every impact. But when he exploded with power now, he was supremely light and nimble; his feet trod upon the snow without leaving the slightest trace—truly treading on snow without leaving a mark.

In the blink of an eye, he was before the middle-aged Spirit Master. The first sword strike shattered the two talismans the woman had just unleashed. The second sword pierced into the soul beast that hadn't fully dispersed, twisting and churning to shatter it. The third strike bypassed the defensive ward and drove straight into the Spirit Master's brain marrow. The sword light churned, instantly crushing the woman's skull like a watermelon!

Seeing a puff of green smoke rise, Zong Shou let out a cold laugh and delivered a fourth strike. The World-Shaking True Force, which had just extended seven zhang away, annihilated the Spirit Master's soul with a single blow.

These four simple movements were completed in mere moments. The [Baidu Shenhuang Bar] middle-aged woman had only just managed to pull back the half-shattered whip. Ye Feishuang and Ye Feihan had only blinked a few times before witnessing this Chu Qiao realm Spirit Master cleanly dispatched by Zong Shou’s four swords.

Now, even the latter two gasped in cold air. Both Xiantian experts and Chu Qiao realm Spirit Masters were figures fiercely sought after by all powers in the Cloud Continent; these two were top-tier among them.

Yet, under Zong Shou's sword, they possessed no power to resist. Killing them was as simple as chopping melons and slicing vegetables!

The middle-aged woman’s face turned deathly pale. She stared fixedly at the Ye sisters, then fled backward without hesitation, her figure streaking a hundred zhang in an instant, gliding over the snow like a heavenly bird.

Zong Shou couldn't even be bothered to look. He violently threw out a beam of pure black sword light, which flashed away instantly.

Although he had recently begun nurturing the Lei Ya Sword, this Hei Lang Sword had accompanied him for several months, and he could still wield it at will.

The sword light twisted and changed, weaving left and right, high and low in the air. Though the woman's figure constantly shifted and dodged, and the half-section of her whip wove countless shadows behind her, the black sword shadow still managed to pursue her. A burst of thunderous light suddenly exploded, piercing the middle-aged woman's body from chest to abdomen and pinning her to the snowy ground!

The vitality of a Xiantian expert was astonishingly tenacious. She struggled back up and ran another forty steps outward before collapsing. Zong Shou frowned, glanced at the corpse in the distance, then looked back at Ye Feishuang, "What is the origin of these three? They are too weak!"

This battle hadn't even required him to utilize the full strength of the Xiantian level; it certainly hadn't satisfied him. However, the day's events were not yet over.

The Ye sisters were utterly speechless. Such peak Xiantian experts were individually capable of battling a thousand foes. On the battlefield, they couldn't be stopped unless fifty or more Nine-Vein Secret Martial Masters formed an array together, or ten Earth Wheel initial-vein Xiantian experts acted in concert.

Yet, in Zong Shou’s mouth, they merited only the evaluation of "too weak."

Ye Feihan awkwardly scratched her face with a finger, unsure of this mortal's true origins. Ye Feishuang [Baidu Shenhuang Bar] seemed to be re-evaluating him, staring at Zong Shou intently. After a moment of silence, she spoke in a cold voice, tinged with a degree of distance, "They originate from the Canglang Sea of Clouds. I wonder if you have heard of it?"

She had expected Zong Shou to be unfamiliar, but contrary to her expectation, Zong Shou’s brow twitched, and a look of astonishment crossed his face. "Canglang Sea of Clouds? Are they those madmen from Jue Long City who claim they will exterminate every single Dragon-kin in the world?"

He then looked thoughtfully at the two sisters, wondering what connection Jue Long City had with these two naive girls. He recalled the single horns on their heads—could they actually be Dragon-kin demonic races? Did their ancient ancestors fuse with Dragon race bloodlines?

"Precisely Jue Long City!"

Mentioning those three words visibly agitated Ye Feishuang, but she forced herself to maintain control, her voice growing colder. "These three are merely insignificant underlings, not worth mentioning. The figures behind them are truly troublesome. Although Jue Long City is not officially listed among the Holy Lands or Spirit Mansions, their strength is no less than those great sects. Three peak Spirit Martial Venerables dominate the Cloud Realm. Since you have killed them, you must be extremely cautious in the future!"

Zong Shou discerned the indifference in the girl's tone but couldn't be bothered to dwell on it. He somewhat understood Ye Feishuang's current state of mind.

Smiling faintly, Zong Shou looked behind him, toward the dense forest covered in poisonous weeds and trees. "Does that mean the other two over there also come from that Canglang Sea of Clouds?"

The Lei Ya Sword in his hand trembled slightly. The fighting spirit rising within his chest—compared to the corpses beside him, the two hidden in the distant woods were the only ones who could stir a shred of interest in him.

Ye Feishuang stiffened, and she too looked toward the woods behind them. She stared intently but perceived nothing. Just as she felt something was strange, a peculiar laugh rang out. A figure suddenly materialized about a hundred zhang behind the sisters. With a pointed head and beady eyes, his face was thin and his features bizarre.

Meanwhile, from the forest opposite, a figure in black robes emerged, cloaked so that his face was obscured; only the fact that he was [Baidu Shenhuang Bar] quite young could be discerned. As he walked forward unhurriedly, he clapped his hands. "Truly spectacular! This trip today was absolutely worthwhile! Who would have thought that the World Scion of Qiantian Mountain, regarded as a cripple by everyone, the future Demon King, would possess such formidable swordsmanship at such a young age!"

When the applause ceased, the black-robed youth stopped fifty zhang from Zong Shou, observing him with great interest from head to toe. "If I am not mistaken, World Scion, have you perhaps broken through to the Xiantian realm?"

Ye Feishuang’s body trembled again immediately. She had thought this youth was a quarryman.

Only shortly before did she realize how laughably wrong she had been.

However, she had never imagined that Zong Shou’s identity would be the World Scion of Qiantian Mountain!

To the west of the Eastern Cloud Continent, the ultimate overlord of the Demonic Race, commanding millions of demonic beings. Even if she were incredibly uninformed, she had heard the name Qiantian Mountain before.

An identity like that required even the great sects to approach with caution.

Those Spirit Mansions and Holy Lands might possess countless Celestial Realm Martial Sovereigns and Chu Qiao Spirit Masters capable of sweeping away everything.

But once the millions of troops from Qiantian Mountain were united, commanded by experts who understood how to wield the 'momentum' of martial arts, they could indeed contend and match some of the lower-ranked Spirit Mansion sects!

Then, Zong Shou was seen nodding once more, frankly admitting, "Not long ago, Zong Shou just entered the Xiantian realm. My cultivation realm is not yet stable; please forgive any awkwardness I display!"