"White Robe, are you Ancestor Dao Yi?"

Blood Xiao Old Ancestor and Ice Shuo Old Ancestor could only grasp at this single possibility, a desperate thought born from the terror of being utterly dominated by Ancestor Dao Yi for countless epochs.

Lu Xuan replied calmly, "Doesn't concern me."

A resonant boom echoed, as the Grand Dao Bell's profound chime transformed into a terrifying wave of power, sweeping through the battlefield. The cultivators of the Blood Spirit Sect and the Cold Race began to disintegrate, their bodies dissolving into countless particles. They couldn't resist! The Grand Dao Bell's mysterious Dao Rhyme directly annihilated their very 'Dao,' a power that transcended life and death itself.

In mere moments, the bodies of the Quasi-Dao Supremes and Half-step Supremes crumbled to dust, scattering like ashes on the wind. Even the distant Witch Race proved utterly defenseless. Their potent curses, formidable as they were, couldn't withstand the Grand Dao Bell's overwhelming Dao Rhyme for even a single breath. It was an absolute Instant Kill!

Swiftly, the azure sky cleared, returning to its pristine state. Only Lu Xuan remained, standing tall above the void. He held the Grand Dao Bell casually in one hand, a corner of his white robe fluttering against the deep blue, a figure like a Divine King Descending.

The Grand Dao Sect's cultivators were once again utterly stunned. White God was too powerful! These were One-rotation Quasi-Dao Supremes, the strongest magnates currently in the Southern Wilds! Yet, before White God, they were like chickens awaiting slaughter, utterly defenseless. Just like that... annihilated.

Beside him, Ji Fuyao offered a graceful smile. "Master," she said, her voice calm amidst the lingering shock, "the spirit meat stew is ready."

Lu Xuan, ever unconcerned, simply instructed, "Add some Azure Nether Celestial Water, All-Reach Profound Powder, and Azure Origin Sweet Dew."

"Alright!" Ye Chen exclaimed, already pulling out several large bottles. Today was a feast for the entire Grand Dao Sect, after all; more was definitely needed!

As the three Heavenly Treasures were poured into the Dao Profound Iron Pot, a mysterious Dao Rhyme, like a refreshing breeze, swept through the air, instantly clearing the minds of everyone present. Heaven-defying Heavenly Treasures, just casually tossed into a stew pot? This was truly White God! Such extravagance!

Just then, Dao Yuan Old Ancestor spoke up, his expression still a mix of awe and concern. "Oh, right, Lu Xuan. According to the intelligence I received, Dark Shadow Island is also on its way."

Lu Xuan gently nudged the Grand Dao Bell back to the Sect Master. "I'll go handle it," he said, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Can't delay dinner, can I?"

A collective twitch ran through the faces of the Grand Dao Sect members. Boom! Lu Xuan shot into the air, activating Spatial Array Patterns, and vanished from sight. His speed was astonishing, a divine rainbow streaking across the heavens, traversing vast distances in an instant.

Activating his Insight Eye, Lu Xuan's Divine Sense stretched out, relentlessly sweeping across the vast expanse. A hundred li... ten thousand li... hundreds of thousands of li! Finally, he located the forces from Dark Shadow Island. They were concealed deep within the void, still traversing space, roughly three states away from the Grand Dao Sect.

Lu Xuan's voice, though faint, carried a chilling disdain. "Too slow," he murmured. "Coming to kill so slowly, yet you dare call yourselves assassins?" With a mere thought, his form blurred, instantly shifting towards Dark Shadow Island.

Meanwhile, the numerous experts of Dark Shadow Island, a contingent from the "Eight Killers" under a Dark Shadow Monarch, were tearing through the void. They turned to their black-clad leader. "Lord Chen Yuan," one asked, "we've secretly contacted the Demon Court and the three major Holy Alliance factions several times, but there's been no reply. Could something have gone wrong?"

Chen Yuan was an expert highly favored by the "Eight Killers" Dark Shadow Monarch, a strong candidate to become a new Dark Shadow Monarch himself. He had been chosen to lead this mission precisely because of his impeccable track record; Chen Yuan had never once failed.

Chen Yuan's gaze was grave as he analyzed the possibilities. "Those two major powers deployed even more experts than us," he reasoned. "Either one could easily annihilate the Grand Dao Sect. Nothing unexpected should have happened."

The others nodded in agreement. Just then, a strange, unfamiliar aura abruptly manifested in the dim void above them. Lu Xuan had arrived! His form existed in a mysterious state, relying on Spatial Array Patterns, utterly impossible to pinpoint. He was, in essence, between "what is" and "what will be."

Chen Yuan immediately attempted to probe, but his Divine Sense found nothing—no form, no presence, no sensation. His face turned grim as he raised his right hand. "Stop! Full alert!" he commanded. "There's killing intent here! Someone is ambushing us!"

The Dark Shadow Island experts instantly vanished, their forms melting into the shadows as they communicated through secret transmissions. "Is it someone from the Grand Dao Sect?" one whispered. "How could they have mastered such terrifying movement techniques?" Another added, "No, the Demon Court and Holy Alliance should have arrived before us, shouldn't they? How could the Grand Dao Sect possibly spare forces to deal with us?"

In an instant, the presence of the Dark Shadow Island cultivators completely vanished, as if they had ceased to exist. This was the legendary Turtle Breath Grand Art, a supreme stealth technique passed down by Dark Shadow Supremes. Once activated, it merged with the fabric of heaven and earth, rendering the user utterly imperceptible. It sealed not only the Divine Soul, but also the Dao Foundation, Meridians, and even the subtle Dao Rhyme emanating from their bodies. The air, however, still hummed with an unsettling, chilling presence.

Suddenly, Lu Xuan materialized silently behind a Gray-robed Old Man. Pfft! With a casual palm strike, he slammed into the back of the man's head. Blood splattered violently as the Half-step Supreme's head exploded like a ripe melon, his lifeless body plummeting from the void. Just as swiftly, Lu Xuan's aura vanished once more.

Splat! Another spray of blood erupted. A second Dark Shadow Island Quasi-Dao Supreme suddenly had a gaping, bloody hole in his chest. He didn't even have time to scream before his body tumbled from the sky.

Boom! Wherever blood splattered, a corpse inevitably followed! Powerful Half-step Supremes and Quasi-Dao Supremes were being forcibly annihilated, struck down by an unseen, untraceable killer.

In that moment, the Dark Shadow Island cultivators experienced a terror unlike any in their history. This was far more horrifying than any assassination they had ever carried out. Normally, they stalked their prey with meticulous caution, aiming for a single, fatal strike. But this assailant, with movement techniques vastly superior to their own, was slaughtering them with overwhelming force, an incomparably brutal Instant Kill! Their vaunted stealth was utterly useless; their positions were completely exposed.

For the first time, Chen Yuan felt his scalp tingling. Sweat beaded on his face. He, who had always reveled in the terror he inflicted upon his targets, now found himself on the receiving end. He dared not even breathe, his hands and feet numb with dread. The Southern Wilds actually harbored such a monstrous expert? He couldn't even detect the killer's presence! This was utterly terrifying! It completely countered every single one of Dark Shadow Island's strengths!

Just then, boom, boom, boom! As more and more corpses plummeted from the void, the experts of the great state below were finally alarmed. This was Fangzhou. Many high-star Great Emperors were roused, with Eight-star Great Emperors and Nine-star Great Emperors among them soaring into the sky. They watched the blood rain churn in the air, utterly stunned. A massacre was unfolding deep within the void.

Suddenly, a trembling voice cried out, pointing at the terrifying Dao patterns etched onto the falling corpses. "These are Half-step Supreme Dao patterns!" Before he could finish, another gasped, "Not just that, there are also One-rotation Quasi-Dao Supreme Dao patterns!" Everyone was utterly dumbfounded! Who dared to slaughter Quasi-Dao Supremes?! This was beyond terrifying! The Supreme Path hadn't even opened yet!

More and more headless corpses rained down from the sky, dripping with Half-step Supreme blood and Quasi-Dao Supreme blood. Though lifeless, the terrifying power still emanating from their forms was utterly horrifying. As these bodies slammed into the earth, mountains crumbled, rivers dried up, and deep chasms tore across the land.

The Fangzhou experts cried out in shock, "The ones dying are Dark Shadow Island's cultivators!" Every single expert was instantly petrified. Who was doing this???

Just then, Lu Xuan's voice drifted down from the sky, calm and almost bored. "Why do you all enjoy assassinations so much? It's rather uninspired."

The next instant, Lu Xuan, clad in his pristine white robe, revealed himself. He stood effortlessly above the void, his face veiled by shimmering Dao Rhyme, a figure like a Divine King Descending. Everyone in Fangzhou was utterly stunned. Then, a cry erupted, "It's White God! White God has returned!"