The black-robed man, although intrigued, did not act impulsively.

"Is it you!"

Suddenly, a voice came from the distant sky.

Under Jiang Feng’s Spiritual Sense, he heard clearly what these people were discussing.

With his Qi Condensation Realm Perfection cultivation, these people didn’t realize they were already locked onto by his Spiritual Sense; it seemed everyone was beneath him in cultivation.

They were merely relying on their numbers.

"Flying Sword!"

"Jiang Feng."

Someone exclaimed in shock.

"Whoosh!"

The Red Dust Sword shot towards the black-robed man’s chest.

"Clang!"

The black-robed man’s expression changed suddenly, using Spiritual Power and a Magical Artifact to defend, but his Spiritual Power Shield collapsed at the encounter. His Magical Artifact was a banner which burst forth layers of Talismanic Seals, trying to block the Red Dust Sword.

"Bang! Bang!"

But the Red Dust Sword, with an overwhelming force, pierced through layer upon layer of Talismanic Seals bursting from the banner, directly stabbing towards the black-robed man’s chest.

"Thud!"

The black-robed man’s body flew off backward, wrapping the Red Dust Sword in the banner, but the Red Dust Sword shattered it into pieces. The sword’s radiance hit his chest, sending him flying on the spot.

He wore armor and a magic robe for protection, preventing the Red Dust Sword from killing him with a single strike.

"Protect the young master!"

"Jiang Feng, I’m going to kill you!"

"Heaven and Earth, Yellow and Black, Earth Dragon Soul-locking Technique, arise!"

The crowd was horrified.

They all summoned their Magical Artifacts and displayed Magical Techniques and Divine Power.

The cultivator with the sly face made a gesture with both hands to form a Technique, summoning a massive earth-yellow dragon from the ground to try and entangle the Red Dust Sword, force-cutting the link between Jiang Feng and the Red Dust Sword to cause backlash to Jiang Feng.

"Boom!"

Little did they know, the Red Dust Sword exploded with a layer of blood light, shattering the earth dragon. The sword’s brilliance flashed, and the sly-faced cultivator felt a coldness at his neck as his head flew off from his body, falling behind him. He saw a headless figure falling forward face-first.

He tried to move his mouth to say something, but the sword’s brilliance came, twisting his head into pieces.

"Sword Control Technique!"

"Great Success Level Sword Control Technique?"

"Not Great Success, it’s Perfection?"

"Impossible!"

The crowd exclaimed in disbelief.

Red sword brilliance sliced through the crowd at a speed beyond their ability to follow, severing heads from necks one after another.

This was a massacre.

These loose cultivators may have had numbers, but their strongest was only at the Eighth-Layer Qi Condensation, just like the black-robed man. The rest were just a motley crew, unable to withstand Jiang Feng’s Sword Control Technique.

Their Magical Techniques and Divine Power were slain by the Red Dust Sword before they could be unleashed.

Even those who managed to lock onto the Red Dust Sword with Spiritual Sense found their Magical Power insufficient for defense, pierced through in one sword strike, and perished with shattered organs.

"Run quickly!"

"Don’t kill me!"

"I don’t want the Underground Palace opportunity!"

"I have nothing to do with it!"

In an instant, their imposing formation turned to cries and chaos as they scattered in all directions, fleeing frantically.

"Whoosh!"

The black-robed man’s eyes widened in shock, igniting the Rapid Movement Talisman immediately, trying to escape the lock of Jiang Feng’s Spiritual Sense.

"Is it a show of strength?"

Jiang Feng’s voice appeared in the sky.

He was already out from the Imperial City, arriving at the South City Gate. The closer the distance, the more powerful the Sword Control Technique became.

Seeing the black-robed man attempting to flee, he sneered coldly, and the Red Dust Sword shot straight down.

"Thud!"

The black-robed man ignited half the Rapid Movement Talisman when his head flew up. With his Eighth-Layer Qi Condensation cultivation, even if he returned to the trapped Divine Sect Mansion, Jiang Feng could kill him outright, let alone now.

"Young master... died well."

His subordinate shrieked, intending to mourn, but seeing the red sword brilliance rushing at him, he quickly changed his tune.

"Thud!"

Unfortunately, he met the same fate, ending with his head and body separated.

When his head hit the ground, his mouth was agape, still showing a fearful expression.

"So be it, let your blood today be the warning for everyone that Dragon Capital is a forbidden land for humans!"

Witnessing the collapse of these forces, Jiang Feng showed no mercy; instead, he took advantage to eliminate everyone killable. Even if some escaped, if the Red Dust Sword could catch up, he would show no leniency.

This group, ambitious and ruthless, not only coveted the treasure opportunity within the Underground Palace but also sought to seize the Dragon Bone Bow and Qinglong Cauldron he held, with each individual being evil and brutal. They even killed the Purple Bamboo Forest Cultivator sent to negotiate; if they captured him, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Thus, Jiang Feng had no psychological burden in killing them.

A quarter of an hour later, ensuring no survivors remained, Jiang Feng appeared in the woodland area, and if he spotted any intact bodies, he’d deliver additional strikes to ensure their demise.

Then, sealing off the area with Spiritual Sense, he meticulously inspected each corpse and gathered scattered items from the ground.

One hour later.

Jiang Feng’s Space Ring was filled with various goods, all looted from the bodies of the loose cultivators. Surprisingly, of these Blood Sea Loose Cultivators, every ten had one with a Storage Bag. Although the space was small, it’s considered a prized possession among Central Earth Cultivators.

Unfortunately, the Spirit Stones were equally rare.

Mostly just bottles and jars, or cultivation secret manuals, and some semi-finished Magical Artifacts.

But having raided the Divine Sect, they might carry valuables from the sect, possibly even books uncovering the secrets of the Blood God Curse’s symbols; they might possess those.

In any case, Jiang Feng took everything back, preparing to clean it out with Han Dong, to see whether the secrets of the symbols could be unraveled, incorporating the Blood God Curse into his panel knowledge.

"Whew!"

Jiang Feng flew back from outside the South City Gate, landing in the courtyard within the Imperial City. He didn’t cause a large commotion but did emit a noticeable aura toward Han Dong and others.

"You’re back."

Han Dong, worried about Jiang Feng’s safety, couldn’t settle her nerves, practicing her Two-Handed Sword continuously. Sensing the deliberate aura transmitted by Jiang Feng, her expression turned excited, rushing quickly outside.

"Yes."

Jiang Feng merely gave a gentle smile.

"Thank you, Immortal Master."

Xiao Zhan was also in the courtyard. Upon seeing Jiang Feng’s smiling face, his excitement led him to kneel down in worship.

"Don’t get too happy too soon, the Blood Sea Immortal Venerable hasn’t arrived yet, and your territory’s defense is still uncertain."

Jiang Feng poured cold water on Xiao Zhan’s enthusiasm.

He knew the Blood Sea Loose Cultivators weren’t limited in number.

The ones who remained should surround the Blood Sea Immortal Venerable, and the cultivators following the Immortal Venerable are certainly stronger than those from earlier.

Jiang Feng wasn’t sure he could handle it.

He needed to prepare for two outcomes.

If he could fight, he’d remain, slowly uncovering the Underground Palace’s opportunities.

If he couldn’t fight, he’d flee, taking Han Dong to the ends of the earth, waiting until he upgraded his strength before plotting a return to retaliate against the Blood Sea Immortal Venerable.