Chapter 70: The Heaven-Slaying Sword

  Half an hour later, the smoke finally dispersed. Centered on Xiao Gu Peak, a radius of several thousand feet was in ruins. Qin Zheng and the Tianxin Sect's "Five Names" Golden Elixir cultivators who accompanied the "Rebirth Breaking Array" were buried under the乾坤神雷 (Qiankun Divine Thunder). All defensive arrays and buildings at the Ice Seal Valley base were completely destroyed, a Golden Elixir cultivator and dozens of Qi Refining cultivators fell under the residual might of the乾坤神雷. The demonic beasts and ferocious wolves driven by the Ice Seal Valley cultivists either died on the spot or scattered in all directions, their whereabouts unknown.

  Mei Ji finally managed to gather the remaining three factions of cultivators together, but before they could figure out why such an unexpected situation had occurred, and before they could even take stock of their casualties, the Yu Ding Mountain protective array suddenly cracked open with a loud "crack", revealing a fissure dozens of feet long. Xuan Guang Dao Ren leapt forward first, holding a golden sword that shone brightly, followed by over a dozen Golden Dan stage cultivators.

  The remaining three Taoist priests, still in a state of shock and panic, had no choice but to hastily engage in battle. Although they outnumbered their opponents, they were completely devoid of fighting spirit. The Jade Cauldron Sect's cultivators, on the other hand, came fully prepared, each one radiating an aura of killing intent. The humiliation they had suffered over the past three years was suddenly unleashed at this moment, and in no time at all, swords clashed and flashed across the sky!

  One after another, the mournful cries of the Sanzong cultivators rose up in succession, and the intense battle turned into a one-sided slaughter. Many quick-witted Sanzong cultivators had already taken advantage of the chaos to scatter and flee, and the scene was on the verge of becoming completely uncontrollable!

  On the other side of the sky, Mei Ji and Xuan Guang Dao Ren were fighting each other. In a sea of flames that was dozens of acres in size, fierce flames raged, with golden light swirling around Xuan Guang Dao Ren's body within three feet, casting him as a brilliant golden statue. The scorching flames that filled the sky seemed to pose little threat to him. With his hand holding a duster, hundreds of silver dust threads, dozens of meters long, swirled and danced in the air, buzzing loudly as they wrapped around Mei Ji's alluring figure!

  Mei Ji held a golden hook in her hand, and with a swing of it, she conjured up a sky full of hook shadows to block the attack of the dust threads. On top of her head, a three-foot-long fire-red gourd continuously spewed out waves of scarlet flames that fell before Xuan Guang Dao Ren, transforming into clusters of scorching hot fire clouds. The two figures clashed at an altitude of several hundred feet, with a ten-zhang-long giant sword radiating golden light and a silver crescent blade of the same size clashing against each other in a spectacular display of skill.

  Neither the Golden Elixir nor the Cultivators of the Refining Qi stage dared to approach within a thousand feet of the red sea of flames emitting scorching air.

  In less than the time it takes to eat a meal, dozens of Qi Refining stage disciples from the three sects had fallen. The remaining Qi Refining stage disciples were now only around sixty or seventy people. Seeing that they could not escape, they split into three groups, each with over twenty people, and simultaneously released their magic treasures, forming three temporary arrays to block the attack of the Golden Elixir stage cultivators from the Jade Cauldron Sect. The remaining Golden Elixir stage cultivators on both sides engaged in one-on-one battles. Although the Jade Cauldron Sect had an advantage in numbers, the nine remaining Golden Elixir stage cultivators from the Fire Spirit Sect and the Ice Seal Valley were all mid-to-late-stage Golden Elixir cultivators, with exceptional skills. For a time, the two sides fought to a stalemate.

  Xuan Guang saw the charming woman's method of magical powers emerging one after another, not losing to himself at all. Even a Jindan cultivator from the Yu Ding Gate couldn't immediately gain the upper hand. He furrowed his brow slightly, and a resolute glint flashed in his eyes. With a flick of his wrist, he threw the feather duster into the air, and thousands of silver threads danced and flew towards the silver knife, binding it tightly in an instant.

  In the mouth of Xuan Guang Dao, words were spoken, his right hand gestured to a golden giant sword in the air, and with a clear ring, it transformed into a five-foot-long sword that fell into his hands. Holding the sword with both hands, he let out a loud shout, and all his spiritual power surged out. Amidst the dragon-like howl of the sword's cry, the tip of the Zhan Tian Sword flew out with a golden sword aura that was several feet long, whistling as it slashed towards Mei Ji's head. In an instant, the fire clouds in the air were split in two by the fierce sword momentum and extinguished more than half of them.

  Mei Ji's pupils contracted, and she let out a soft cry, pouring 80% of her power into the golden hook in her hand. The golden hook hummed loudly as it transformed into a three-foot-long short sword, raised high above her head to meet the incoming sword shadow. With her mind focused, the silver curved knife in the air darted left and right, tearing through the silver web formed by the dust threads, and swooshing down towards the top of Xuanguang Daoist's head.

  Xuan Guang Dao Ren let out a cold hum, the long sword in his hand slashed out another golden sword light, meeting the silver curved knife flying through the air. Although this sword light was hastily struck, it was obviously not as powerful as the first one, but it still had two or three tenths of the power of the first sword light.

  Two loud explosions came one after another, the golden hook "Ka Cha" a sound, broken into two segments, the silver knife in the air flew out dozens of feet away, spiritual light greatly damaged. Although the two treasures were both top-grade treasures, how could they withstand the power of the "Heavenly Sword"?

  Mei Ji's slender body trembled as the golden hook broke, and she stumbled backward several steps. With a loud cry, she spat out a mouthful of blood. The ghost mask was shaken off by the powerful force, flying into the sky, revealing a face that was both delicate and alluring. Her arched eyebrows, small and straight nose, and captivating eyes, although pale and frightened, gave off an otherworldly beauty.

  The silver knife on the other side shattered the golden sword light and flew back dozens of feet.

  Xuan Guang Daoren's eyes met those of Mei Ji, and he felt his head spin as if struck by a sudden attack of dizziness. In that instant, he lost all sense of himself and was completely entranced by her beauty. This woman was too enchanting, too captivating. Although she was a Yuan Ying cultivator, her face was as lovely as that of a 25 or 26-year-old woman, full of charm and allure.

  Even after hundreds of years of Taoist practice, Xuan Guang's heart was still racing wildly. He avoided eye contact with his opponent, took a deep breath, and muttered "Wu Liang Tian Zun". He pulled out a golden talisman, slapped it on himself, and as the talisman flew away, Xuan Guang's magical powers surged rapidly. With his golden sword raised high, he began to chant and gather all his strength for the third time to unleash the Heaven-Slaying Sword.

  At this moment, however, a low whisper from Mei Ji suddenly reached his ears. Although the voice was not loud, it made Xuan Guang Dao's face change, and the intense killing intent on his body instantly disappeared, and the golden sword aura that had been fluctuating on the Zhan Tian Sword also slowly dissipated.

  Méi Jī muttered to herself, quickly absorbing the fiery red gourd on her head into her body. She didn't have time to retrieve the broken golden hook and instead beckoned back the silver crescent blade floating in mid-air with a wave of her hand. With a twist of her slender waist, her figure transformed into a flash of flame as she rushed towards Luò Liè, who was engaged in an intense battle with the Yuán Dǐng Gate cultivators. "Disciples of the Three Sects are not allowed to linger in battle," she shouted sternly. "Withdraw from this place immediately!" As she spoke, her wrist flicked rapidly, sending out multiple knife silhouettes that struck towards the Yuán Dǐng Gate cultivators.

  A gust of wind howled, and several scarlet sword edges appeared, arriving at the heads of the Yu Ding Gate cultivators in the blink of an eye. Those Yu Ding Gate Golden Core cultivators who were in the midst of a fierce battle didn't dare underestimate Mei Ji's sword edge, hastily retreating from their opponents and using various methods to defend against the scorching scarlet sword edges. Taking advantage of this gap, several Golden Core cultivators from Huo Ling Sect and thirty or forty Qi Refining disciples transformed into rays of light, following closely behind Mei Ji as they fled in a flash!

  The Jade Cauldron Sect disciples were about to chase after them when they heard Xuan Guang Dao Ren say, "Don't bother pursuing the defeated enemy, let them go!"

  Among the three sects of cultivators, the Huo Ling Sect accounted for fifty percent. There were even six more Golden Core stage cultivators. After the Huo Ling Sect's cultivators retreated, a Xuan Guang Daoist took action. In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the remaining cultivators had been slaughtered.

  Among the five Golden Core cultivators of Bingfeng Valley, one was killed by the Dry Heaven God Thunder, another took advantage of the chaos to escape when the Jade Cauldron Sect cultivators broke out, and a third followed Mei Ji in her escape. The remaining two Golden Core cultivators who failed to escape were surrounded and killed by the Jade Cauldron Sect cultivators. Of the twelve Golden Core cultivators from the Jade Cauldron Sect, only four were injured.

  Xuan Guang Daoren released his divine sense, carefully scanning the surrounding area of dozens of miles. A deep disappointment flashed across his face, and he let out a soft sigh, muttering to himself: "It seems you really don't want to return to Yu Ding Men anymore!"

  After the subordinates collected the three sects of monks' leftover treasures, handled all the corpses and destroyed the three sects of monks' dwellings, they led the crowd back to the inner valley of Yuding Mountain.

  A small isolated peak with a patch of wolf's footprint, restored its former tranquility.

  Far away in Yīn Mǎ Town, Shuǐ Shēng faintly heard a dull sound coming from the direction of Yù Dǐng Mountain and couldn't help but break out in cold sweat for Wū Mù Dào Rén!

  That night, Shui Sheng, who was fast asleep, suddenly woke up with a start and jumped out of bed. "Who's there?" he shouted loudly. He scanned the entire hall with his divine sense but let out a sigh of relief when he saw that it was just the door to the wing room creaking open from the outside. Under the bright moonlight, Shui Sheng caught sight of the familiar figure of Dao Zhang and felt a warmth in his heart. Quickly putting on his clothes, he jumped down from the wooden bed and asked, "Dao Zhang, you're back! Did you manage to rescue Xin Tong?"

  Wu Mu Dao Ren smiled and said, "No, but your three brothers are temporarily out of danger!" His voice was extremely weak, and as soon as he finished speaking, his body swayed and he fell heavily to the ground.

  Shuǐshēng was shocked, hastily rushed forward to hold up Wūmù Dào Rén, and carried him to a large wooden bed. After Wūmù Dào Rén lay down, Shuǐshēng only then discovered that the front of Wūmù Dào Rén's Daoist robe was covered with patches of blood!

  "Daozhang, what's wrong with you? Who hurt you?" As soon as the words left her mouth, Shuixin discovered that her voice was trembling with tears.

  A sharp pain suddenly struck in his lower abdomen, and Wumu Dao's face twisted instantly. He looked at Shuisheng with a frightened and lost gaze, forced out a smile, and said: "Qin Zheng that dog... if it wasn't for him..." Before he could finish speaking, he spat out a mouthful of blood, tilted his head, and fainted. Seeing Wumu Dao's miserable state, Shuisheng was immediately at a loss, his heart in extreme panic, as if the sky was about to collapse.

  As a Lei Linggen cultivator, Qin Zheng's thunder attribute technique was far more overbearing than most five-element attribute techniques! However, nothing in the world can be perfect, and everything has its dual nature.

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