"Master, can we pass by the Smoke Race on our journey?"
"I have a grudge to settle with them."
Xu Qing held grudges, he always had, from childhood to now.
Three days later, a great wing of the Seven Blood Eyes rose into the sky.
Its black wings emitted a majestic aura. The fake mountains and buildings on it could accommodate 100,000 cultivators.
Old Master Seventh stood in the tallest building in the great wing. Xu Qing was the only one beside him.
But behind them, there were a thousand cultivators accompanying them, all of them battle-hardened warriors from the Sword Holding Palace, led by Daoist Sima. They were appointed by the Sword Holding Palace's Palace Master, Li Yunshan, and Marquis Yao.
These 1,000 people were Xu Qing's guards on this trip.
This was protection for Xu Qing.
As for Daoist Sima, other than his identity as a deacon, he also had another identity, which was a Dao Protector.
He would be responsible for all of Xu Qing's safety in Fenghai County in the future.
In the sky, other than the great wing, there was also a huge figure that was faintly discernible. It was Qingqin.
Originally, it had no intention of following, but when Xu Qing informed it that it could have a meal, it suddenly became spirited and quickly arrived.
It was a little impatient from waiting and let out a cackling sound.
The sound resonated through the heavens, spreading in all directions, reaching countless common folk and cultivators in the county capital.
Under everyone's gazes, Xu Qing cupped his fists and bowed to Daoist Sima and his 1,000 comrades behind him. The great wing rumbled and whistled toward the sky.
Under the clear sky spanning thousands of miles, a rainbow streaked across, creating ripples that scattered in all directions.
The great wing's speed was already astonishing. After Qingqin flapped its wings to augment it, its speed surpassed lightning. In less than a day, they arrived at the edge of the county capital and saw the vast desert.
The moment they flew in, the majestic aura from the great wing and Qingqin's hunger and ferocity formed a murderous aura, causing the sky here to become blurry. The wind and sand on the ground paused for a moment, and the heat seemed to have dissipated greatly amidst this murderous aura.
Only killing intent rose in all directions with the great wing and Qingqin as the source.
On the way, Daoist Sima and the 1,000 Sword Holders learned that the first stop on this trip was the location of a branch of the Smoke Race.
To them, after experiencing the baptism on the battlefield and walking through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, massacre wouldn't cause much waves in their hearts.
Hence, they were all very calm at this moment. However, the more this was the case, the more the killing intent from their bodies suppressed the surroundings.
As the great wing whistled deeper, the hearts of the various races in the desert palpitated.
Even the light monsters didn't dare to appear.
The Smoke Race wasn't a large race. Their form was ethereal. Basically, their race existed wherever there was smoke.
It was also this characteristic that caused the Smoke Race to have many branches.
As for the matter of this race colluding with Illuminate, Xu Qing had informed Marquis Yao after the Deputy Governor's failure. Hence, the cleanup had already begun half a month ago.
Despite their efforts to salvage the situation and resolve the conflict, it was in vain. The people of the human race, tormented by the upheaval caused by the Deputy Governor, needed an outlet for their emotions. Those associated with him would inevitably face retribution.
Hence, the branches of the Smoke Race were suppressed one after another. Even if there were some who escaped, there weren't many.
However, Xu Qing was the one who specially suggested a branch city of the Smoke Race.
That was the place where he had teleported back from the Ten Guts Trees. He had sensed great danger and went to earnestly request for a teleportation, but he had been deliberately stalled.
Xu Qing still remembered that when he was respectfully waiting outside that race's city, he had sensed the malice of the other party's race. The gazes of the clansmen in the city when they looked at Xu Qing from afar were also cold.
It was also this delay that caused Xu Qing to be intercepted by Chu Tianqun at the edge of the desert. This led to a life-and-death battle and the battlefield was even a fragment of the Smoke Race's small world.
If it wasn't for Ling'er, Xu Qing would have died in that battle.
In fact, after he walked out, there was even a huge figure from the Smoke Race staring at him.
Xu Qing would always remember this grudge.
At that moment, as the great wing whistled, Xu Qing looked at the desert. His eyes were cold, and as though it could sense Xu Qing's emotions, Qingqin let out an ear-piercing cry.
Half a day later, the location of the Smoke Race in Xu Qing's memory was in sight.
From afar, it was filled with smoke. An illusory city with no substance was faintly discernible in the smoke.
To the Smoke Race who lived in the smoke, the ethereal smoke body was their main body, and the puppets stored in the small world were their parasitic combat items.
In just half a month, the human race's sanctions caused the small world of the Smoke Race to collapse and more than half of it was destroyed. The remaining ones were also sealed. The Smoke Race was no match against the power of the human race.
As for this place, it was also because of Xu Qing's suggestion that it was deliberately kept after it was sealed. The members of the Smoke Race inside suffered until now in fear and unease.
Now, Xu Qing's arrival blew the horn of the destruction of this branch race.
Qingqin was the first to rush over and let out an excited cackling sound. Purple-red light erupted and tore open the barrier. Three heads crawled in at the same time and sucked fiercely.
A mournful cry spread in all directions and countless smoke surged into Qingqin's mouth. She devoured happily and let out an excited cry.
With Daoist Sima's order, the thousand Sword Holders transformed into rainbows and killed their way into the Smoke Race.
Xu Qing stood on the great wing and coldly looked at everything.
He didn't have an overflowing heart of pity. From the moment this race colluded with Illuminate, this outcome was destined.
