My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult-Chapter 307 - 307

Chapter 307: 307 Chapter 307: 307 The next day, drizzle continued to fall.

Fine and dense as silver threads, the rain shrouded the land like a light gauze. A bend of green water, like a jade belt, wound around the forest, while distant mountains veiled their forms in faint shadowy outlines.

In the misty rain, everything in heaven and earth appeared somewhat blurred.

Gentle rain gathered into beads, slipping down the elegantly unique roof corners like broken crystal strands, tapping intermittently upon the oil-paper umbrella, clear and melodious, like a lady delicately striking a bell chime.

At this time, the Meridian Gate of the Imperial Palace was bustling. Luxurious carriages continuously came and went, and masters from various factions also entered in succession.

Today, the Imperial Palace was extraordinarily lively, gathering the top dignitaries of the Great Yan Dynasty, as well as the top masters within the Great Yan Martial World.

These were the important figures of the common folk, but also paramount figures in the eyes of dignitaries, and even rare or unmentioned entities in the marketplaces and Jianghu.

An Jing and his companions headed toward the Imperial Palace. Yu Qiurong stood by holding an umbrella, while Li Fuzhou, You Gai, Ouyang Ping, Duanmu Xinghua, Yi Daoyun, and many other masters followed behind. Apart from the chief of the Azure Dragon Sect and the chief of the Xuanwu Sect, the Demon Sect had virtually come out in full force.

After all, Xi Hafu and Qi Xuan Dao had appeared in Yujing City one after another, which sufficiently demonstrated the enormity and danger of the scheming behind this event.

Soon, An Jing and his companions arrived at the entrance of the Imperial Palace. At that moment, the high walls were filled with Imperial Guards. Xi Yuanjun was standing at the gate, with the Xuanyi Guard experts personally checking those attending the banquet.

An Jing smiled faintly and said, “Governor Xi, do we still need to show our invitations?”

“Of course.”

Xi Yuanjun’s expression was indifferent. “Although I recognize you, there are always those in the world who muddy the waters. For instance, the Thousand-faced Asura from the Black Ice Platform once impersonated you to wreak havoc in the Great Yan Martial World. We must be cautious.”

“Today’s banquet is a major national event. We cannot afford any carelessness.”

As he said this, Xi Yuanjun’s gaze turned to An Jing.

The Thousand-faced Asura had already perished, but this news had not been circulated. From last night’s great battle, it was possible that the person who took his place was the actual Ghost Swordsman.

This member of the Demon Sect, the Ghost Swordsman, had illegally trespassed into the Great Yan Forbidden Land and thus had violated the golden laws of Yan Country.

Xi Yuanjun also wanted to see the reaction of this man known as the World’s First Swordsman.

An Jing smiled and waved his hand.

Yu Qiurong took out an invitation and handed it to Xi Yuanjun, “Governor Xi, please check it.”

Xi Yuanjun, looking into those unfathomable eyes and feeling somewhat disappointed since he could see nothing—no sharpness, no calmness, just like an unfathomably deep abyss.

After taking the invitation from Yu Qiurong’s hand, Xi Yuanjun glanced at it a few times and then said, “No weapons are allowed inside the Golden Throne Hall, including the sword box on your back.”

Yi Daoyun coldly said, “Impossible!”

For him, his sword was his life; even when sleeping, he kept it beside his pillow. Now, to ask him to put down his sword?!

Xi Yuanjun’s lips curled into a cold smirk. “Those are the rules.”

Yi Daoyun stared at Xi Yuanjun. “What kind of rules?”

Xi Yuanjun did not yield an inch and said, “The Human Emperor’s rules.”

A cold murderous intent flashed in Yi Daoyun’s eyes as he stepped forward, “What about the Human Emperor’s rules?!”

“You’re seeking death!”

Feeling Yi Daoyun’s threat, a surge of anger rose in Xi Yuanjun’s heart. He stretched out his hands, and a cold light appeared, revealing the Dragon and Phoenix Golden Rings in his palms.

“I will discuss this matter personally with the Human Emperor.”

After giving Xi Yuanjun a look, An Jing then walked briskly towards the inner part of the Imperial Palace.

“No…”

Xi Yuanjun stretched out the Dragon and Phoenix Double Rings in his hands, and the blade light barred in front of An Jing, seemingly just half an inch away from piercing his body.

An Jing did not speak, but his eyes swept over Xi Yuanjun.

Cold!

Extremely cold!

It was like moving from the hot summer directly into the harsh winter.

These were not just a pair of sharp eyes; they were like two extremely sharp longswords, piercing directly into his heart.

A man’s reputation, a tree’s shadow.

Countless grandmasters had died under the Ghost Swordsman’s blade. Facing those eyes, how many in the world could keep from trembling?

Thud thud thud…

Xi Yuanjun unconsciously stepped backward.

An Jing continued towards the Imperial Palace, and the elite experts of the Demon Sect quickly followed.

“Governor! What should we do now?”

One of Xi Yuanjun’s confidants asked in a low voice nearby.

The elite experts of the Demon Sect, along with their weapons, had ‘barged’ into the Golden Throne Hall, especially that Ghost Swordsman. He was renowned as the world’s greatest swordsman, and armed with the world’s finest blade, the Dulu Sword—what a dangerous and formidable person he was?

But even Xi Yuanjun did not dare to stop him; how could he dare to act?

Xi Yuanjun took a deep breath, as the pressure from An Jing was too immense. After several moments, he looked at his trembling hand and said with a wry smile, “Who in the world can stop the Ghost Swordsman? Let him speak with the Human Emperor.”

…….

Witnessing the majesty of the Imperial Palace, one knows the nobility of the Emperor.

The Imperial Palace’s perpetuity of dignity, magnificence, grandeur, and reverence.

Every five steps a pavilion, every ten steps a tower, all strategically placed, interlocked in competition.

Following the solid bluestone path, guided by the eunuchs within, they proceeded towards the Golden Throne Hall, surrounded by towering ancient trees, shaded by greenery, red walls and yellow tiles, splendid and glittering.

The railings sculpted in jade, imposing in aura.

This was the pinnacle of worldly power, home to the ruler of the Great Yan Dynasty’s realms.

The hall’s inner columns were supported by numerous large red pillars, each carved with a lifelike, spiraling golden dragon, particularly magnificent.

Above the hall was the golden lacquered Dragon Throne, below which there were dances of peace, fluttering sleeves; clinking bells and ringing chimes, sounds melodious and lingering. Incense of sandalwood was lit on the platform, with smoke curling up in spirals.

Crystal bead curtains meanderingly spilled, behind them, someone draped in gauze played the zither.

Through a shaft of light and shadow, one could vaguely see a stunningly beautiful woman.

Between her finger movements, the sound of the zither flowed through, both elusive and real, ever-changing—like a secluded brook’s clear, ethereal dripping springs, transparent and lucid, then gathering into a robust stream, forcefully threading through complex ridges and perilous shoals, merging into the rolling waves of the river and sea, eventually calming down to a mere lingering resonance, like a fish leaping sporadically upon the water.

At this time, all the civil and military officials of the court and the martial experts of Great Yan Martial World had arrived.

The civil and military officials, led by Zhao Chongyin, were on the left side, and the martial world of Great Yan, led by State Preceptor Xiao Qianqiu, sat on the right.

Yu Heng Sword Sect’s Sword God Liu Moyuan, whose injuries had healed, placidly sat to one side with his eyes closed in meditation, seemingly uninterested in everything.

Yet no one present dared to underestimate the elder; although Sword God Liu Moyuan was defeated by Ghost Swordsman An Jing, his strength remained at the very pinnacle of the world.

Zhao Chongyin asked, “State Preceptor, how do you find the music?”

“Good.”

Xiao Qianqiu replied.

Even if it was only one word, it was a remarkably high evaluation, considering that even though some words have the same meaning, it matters who they come from.

The Crown Prince, Zhao Chongyin, smiled and said, “This was performed by my sister Xuening.”

The two of them chatted and laughed merrily, betraying no hint of past conflicts between the Zhenyi Sect and the Crown Prince.

Strictly speaking, the Zhenyi Sect was truly loyal to the Second Prince’s faction.

When Zhao Mengtai was still alive, Zhenyi Sect’s Yu Ying had colluded with him, utilising the great momentum of the Zhenyi Sect. It enabled Zhao Mengtai to stir up storms both in the court and in the Jianghu, becoming increasingly influential.

After all, it was capable of instigating a coup in the Heavenly Book Pavilion; the Zhenyi Sect played a crucial role. Now that the Second Prince had gained the support of the Zhenyi Sect, the situation seemed not much different from the past, which naturally led people to think more deeply about it.

Xiao Qianqiu gently lifted a cup of tea and said, “I heard that a master from the Houjin Great Snow Mountain appeared in the battles at North Field, putting great pressure on the Yan Country’s army.”

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As these words were spoken, everyone present furrowed their brows.

With the formidable advance of the Houjin troops already difficult to resist, the involvement of a master from the Great Snow Mountain made the battle in North Field extremely tough. This was a major reason for Wang Shiyi’s withdrawal from North Field.

Moreover, the ceremonial confrontation between Houjin and Yan Country revealed the ambition of both nations, which had long been simmering.

An attack by the allied forces of the two countries was only a matter of time.

Today, the Human Emperor had summoned everyone to the Golden Throne Hall, most likely to address this issue.

Zhao Chongyin said indifferently, “Those barbarians from the grasslands accuse us of first sending Grandmaster-level experts to initiate a national war, so they could only send a master from the Great Snow Mountain to join the battle.”

The Pingyang Marquis coldly said, “Sheer nonsense! Our Yan Country has never sent any Grandmaster-level expert to North Field from the beginning to the end.”

Zhao Chongyin said, “They are referring to the Demon Sect.”

At this mention, many in the room felt a chill in their hearts.

The Demon Sect was now considered a sect of the Yan Country. If the previous battle counted, then not only did Yan Country have Grandmaster-level experts in the fight, but it also lost a Five Qi Grandmaster.

After the Demon Sect returned to Yan Country, under Zhao Qingmei’s leadership, it had grown extraordinarily, first establishing its headquarters in You Mountain and eliminating the Ma Family, the largest family in the Northern Wilderness Dao.

The Ma Family had been colluding with officials, selling ironware to Houjin—a capital offense that no one could refute.

Then, after a battle in Zhong Mountain, Zhao Qingmei swiftly brought under control forces such as the Golden Corner Alliance, Sanhu Gang, Cao Gang, and Wangjing Sea, with the speed and force of thunder.

Besides Wind and Rain Tower, these four gangs were the largest factions in Yan Country. With numerous members in each gang, the Demon Sect, rooted in these four, plus its own experts and the reorganization of various Daoist temples of the Zhenyi Sect, quickly became one of the most sought-after forces in the Great Yan Martial World.

Even many believed that the current power of the Demon Sect surpassed that of the Zhenyi Sect.

Zhenyi Sect was the National Religion, while the Demon Sect, in many people’s eyes, was still just a sect known for bullying, reckless behavior, and doing as it pleased. Now that the Demon Sect had surpassed the Zhenyi Sect, wasn’t this overstepping its bounds?

Originally, it was thought that the Buddhist faction would be the greatest enemy of the Zhenyi Sect, but who would have thought that the Demon Sect would rise so quickly and dramatically, seemingly poised to surpass the Zhenyi Sect?

Moreover, it was rumored that the Ghost Swordsman of the Demon Sect was originally a successor of the Daluo Sect, and also one of the factions of the Mystical Sect. He and Xiao Qianqiu also had a dispute over their Daoist lineage.

After all, the Great Yan Martial World was only so vast, its waters only so deep; it could not accommodate too many flood dragons capable of churning seas.

If the Zhenyi Sect wanted to firmly secure its position as the National Religion, it needed to be the unique existence. Both the Buddhist and Demon Sects were obstacles, and the same was true for them as well.

Zhao Chongyin’s eyes turned towards Xiao Qianqiu as if trying to see lightning in his eyes.

But to his disappointment, Xiao Qianqiu’s expression was as calm as stagnant water, showing no change.

What was going through the mind of this State Preceptor?

Just then, a sharp voice came from outside the door.

“Outer Heaven has arrived!”

In an instant, the entire hall became even quieter.

The first to walk in was a young man in white, elegant and poised, with a sword box on his back. His eyes shone bright like stars, flickering with a faint glow.

The moment An Jing stepped in, everyone present slightly turned their heads.

This included the experts of the Great Yan Martial World and the high-ranking officials in the Court.

Naturally, this also included Zhao Xuening, who was playing the qin behind the bead curtain.

Yufeng Valley’s Zuo Biwen, Blue River Sect’s Wang Yue, Four Symbols Sect’s Jia Shiwu, Five Poison Sect’s Dai Danshu, and many other martial arts masters stood up and greeted him.

The Demon Sect had a significant reputation, but the prestige of the person presently before them was even more earth-shattering.

Without waiting for the future, he was already one of the top masters in the world. If given a few more years, how terrifying would his growth be?

Liu Moyuan, who had been closing his eyes in meditation, also opened his eyes, his expression somewhat complex.

If it were not for this young man, the title of the World’s First Swordsman would have been his, the Dulu Sword would have been his, and who in the current Great Yan Martial World would be able to compete against him wielding the Dulu Sword?

Perhaps Xiao Qianqiu could be one, but Liu Moyuan believed that with the Dulu Sword, Xiao Qianqiu might not necessarily be his match.

It was just a pity that all he had imagined had turned into an illusion.

An Jing gave a slight nod and looked towards Zhao Chongyin, “Your Highness, Crown Prince, we meet again.”

Zhao Chongyin smiled, “It seems we are fated to meet.”

An Jing sat down and said, “I just don’t know if Your Highness, the Crown Prince, likes this fate.”

There was a smile on Zhao Chongyin’s face, but no one knew what he was thinking at this moment.

An Jing turned to look at Xiao Qianqiu, who was in a Daoist robe, and he too looked over, their gazes meeting.

Xiao Qianqiu was the first to speak, “Your sword has become even sharper.”

An Jing replied, “Compared to the State Preceptor’s Dao, whether my sword is sharp is still to be determined.”

Compared to the last time they met at Xuanqing Mountain, Xiao Qianqiu’s strength had grown stronger; he had ascended to the Heavenly Human Communication, and he was cultivating the “Jade Emperor Scripture” in addition to possessing a Mystical Sect’s exotic treasure, undeniably making him a top Four Qi Grandmaster.

Hearing these pointed words, many people were shocked.

Xiao Qianqiu said, “I’m waiting for you.”

An Jing replied, “Good.”

In a succinct exchange that seemed sharp, both men’s hearts were as calm as river water, without a single wrinkle.

Neither of them spoke further, as they both knew that a battle between them was inevitable.

“The Buddhist have arrived!”

Once again, a clear call rang out, and Fa Wu along with several Buddhist experts walked in.

Although Fa Wu appeared to be just a child around ten years old, no one present dared to underestimate him.

Atop Zhong Mountain, Fa Wu had used several Shariputras inside his body to repel the Black Ice Platform’s top Five Qi Grandmaster, Qin Shan.

From then on, no one ever underestimated this Buddhist child.

Even though Qin Shan was not well-known before, his defeat of the Five Qi Grandmaster by the Crown Prince’s side made his name resonate across the world.

Such an expert was still repulsed by Fa Wu.

At this moment, Fa Wu looked extremely serene. He bowed to Crown Prince Zhao Chongyin, Xiao Qianqiu, An Jing, and many other masters before slowly taking his seat.

No one would have guessed he was capable of repelling that Five Qi Grandmaster.

An Jing glanced at the Buddhist child and thought to himself, “This Buddhist child’s strength is increasing rapidly. Together with that Xi Hafu, the power of the Buddhist might indeed be the most formidable.”

Who could have imagined that the seemingly inconspicuous Buddhist, would actually have two Five Qi Grandmasters, and given Fa Wu’s pace, he was bound to reach the Grandmaster Realm?

By then the Buddhist would have three Five Qi Grandmasters in place, how terrifying would that be?

The rise of the Buddhist was almost unstoppable.

Although Xiao Qianqiu from the Zhenyi Sect’s cultivation was only at the Four Qi level, there seemed to be a layer of fog around him, making him inscrutable.

What exactly had happened to this Grand State Preceptor of the Great Yan after his battle with Lou Xiangzhen, and to what extent was his strength?

An Jing was also very curious about him.

“It seems that the most important thing right now is to enhance my own cultivation,” An Jing took a deep breath and thought to himself.

Once his cultivation reached the Three Qi level, it was as if he touched some sort of profound barrier, and the improvement of his cultivation had slowed down significantly.

With his current cultivation and strength, he could contend with those at the Four Qi level, but facing a Five Qi Grandmaster was much more difficult, especially last night at the Dragon Locking Well when facing the Five Elements. The amalgamation of these Five Elements Qi Mechanism possessed the robust True Qi of a Five Qi Grandmaster; his real strength was at most equivalent to someone who had just entered the Grandmaster Realm.

But An Jing had been entangled with the five for a long time, and ultimately, he still was unable to show a winning position, showing that he still had a significant gap with a Five Qi Grandmaster.

And this gap must be filled by the Dao, that is, his cultivation reaching the Four Qi Grandmaster level.

With the arrival of Fa Wu, the Golden Throne Hall had become somewhat quieter, as everyone silently awaited.

Jia Shiwu from the Four Symbols Sect watched the scene unfold before him and then sighed deeply.

Wang Yue asked with a smile, “Brother Jia, why the sigh?”

Jia Shiwu looked at Wang Yue and said, “Why I sigh, others may not know, but Brother Wang should be most aware, shouldn’t you?”

Among the Seven Sects and Five Gangs of the Great Yan Martial World, the seven sects were Youfeng Valley, Blue River Sect, Ghost Valley Sect, Zhenyi Sect, Yu Heng Sword Sect, Five Poison Sect, and Four Symbols Sect.

The Ghost Valley Sect was in name only, and among them, the cultivation of Blue River Sect and Four Symbols Sect was the weakest. Because Feng Lingyue died on Blue Sky Island, the strength of the Five Poison Sect had also rapidly declined and was now among the weakest.

In the Great Yan Martial World, apart from having their own livelihood, the sects also received support and assistance from the Court. As the weakest sects, not only was their resource acquisition continuously decreasing, but their status in the Great Yan Martial World was also precarious, at any time they could be replaced by other emerging sects.

Wang Yue chuckled lightly, “My Blue River Sect has already sealed the mountain and no longer interferes in the affairs of Jianghu. If it weren’t for the Human Emperor’s decree, I wouldn’t have come here.”

Jia Shiwu said: “Sect Master Wang is indeed carefree.”

Wang Yue said, “Thinking too much will ultimately turn everything into worry, it’s better not to think at all.”

“Once you’re in this position, it’s not about whether you want to think or not, but that you have to think,” Jia Shiwu replied.

Jia Shiwu looked at Wang Yue and said, “People are pushed forward.”

Wang Yue also nodded and said, “Yes, in the torrent of the times, people are pushed forward, whether they are nobles in the court, experts in the Jianghu, or the common folk.”

Jia Shiwu sighed deeply and said no more.

Wang Yue looked at the resplendent Golden Throne Hall and thought to himself, “What’s meant to come will eventually come.”

He was still waiting.

Just as he had lain dormant in the Blue River Sect, he was now lying dormant under the watchful eyes of the world, perhaps for him, this was his destiny in life.

“The Emperor arrives!”

Accompanied by a resonant voice, all present shivered in their hearts and stood up to look towards the golden dragon-embossed throne.

At last!

Hearing this, everyone was shaken and stood up one after another.

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Over the Dragon Locking Well.

Amidst the intertwining lightning, there was a light rain falling.

Because of a great battle yesterday, the area around the Dragon Locking Well was a complete mess. At the moment, the Five Elements were sitting cross-legged at the five innate directions of the Dragon Locking Well. These positions were also of great significance as they could quickly merge their vital energies and unleash the Great Five Elements Technique.

The surroundings were tranquil, and the five of them sat in the midst of the rain. The rain from the sky fell around their bodies, immediately turned into white vapor by the Protective True Qi, and vanished into nothingness.

“Boom!”

Just then, a lightning bolt like a sharp sword fiercely slashed down, apparently targeting the Dragon Locking Well itself, the roaring sound echoing through heaven and earth.

All five were startled and looked up, only to see the sky dense with dark clouds and lightning twisting like serpentine dragons among them.

The next moment, a torrential downpour suddenly fell, even blurring the line of sight in front of them.

“Someone is here!”

Water Element, because of his practice in the Water Element Skill, was not much affected by the rain and vaguely felt someone approaching the Dragon Locking Well from not far away.

“Who is it!?”

Fire Element’s True Qi surged, and as he waved his sleeves, the scorching True Qi instantly dried up the rain within several meters in front of him.

The area ahead cleared up suddenly, revealing an elderly figure not far away, surrounded by a space where no rain fell, as if a special zone had formed.

It was as if the rain was afraid, afraid of that extremely sharp aura.

His steps were not quick, but every footfall on the ground could stir up ripples that spread continuously, reaching into their hearts.

Qi Xuan Dao!

The master of the Black Ice Platform, the number one expert of Zhao Country!

The five naturally recognized Qi Xuan Dao, their eyes filled with shock, as terrifying as a bolt from the blue.

Who could have imagined that Qi Xuan Dao would appear in Yan Country’s Yujing City?

“Quick!”

Metal Element urgently shouted.

The five exchanged glances, and then their True Qi frantically merged together, and a phantom emerged in the rain.

The vigorous and passionate True Qi operated to the extreme, and a gigantic shadow emerged in the midst of the five-colored brilliance.

Tear! Tear!

The phantom pointed a finger, and a beam of True Qi shot out, causing the air around it to scatter, forming giant black holes in the sky. Through these dark holes, one could see five ultimate lights.

Qi Xuan Dao extended his hand, and the World’s First Sword, Minghong Blade, appeared in his palm, and then he made a cut toward the front.

It was just an ordinary slash, but it directly penetrated the pointed light in front.

“So strong!”

All five were greatly shaken in their hearts.

Qi Xuan Dao, also known as Qi Wushuang, held the World’s First Blade, Minghong Blade. With an undefeated record for decades, he was extremely formidable among the Five Qi Grandmasters.

Without having fought him, one would never know how sharp his blade could be.

Above Qi Xuan Dao’s head, a series of apocalyptic True Qi waves appeared, bursting with profound brilliance.

The five sensed Qi Xuan Dao’s gathering momentum and felt a surge of True Qi within them, and a magnificent aura rolled towards them.

The phantom waved a hand, and an immensely large, sky-covering palm shadow blasted towards Qi Xuan Dao, bearing waves of extremely powerful True Qi, one layer after another, endlessly.

Qi Xuan Dao’s True Qi atop his head had finally amassed successfully, manifesting as a colossal blazing sun.

This blazing sun seemed to dry up all the surrounding rain, transforming it into streams of white vapor that surged towards the sky.

With a swing of his blade, the fierce sun trembled, emitting a world-shaking brilliance.

Boom!

A massive, earth-shaking explosion occurred.

However, an astonishing scene unfolded as five figures turned into specters, unexpectedly blown back several steps by a punch from Qi Xuan Dao, their light gradually dimming.

A single strike!

Just one strike!

This Sword God, the top expert of Zhao Country, had displayed unparalleled strength.

Water Element wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, saying, “This Qi Xuan Dao is too strong.”

With a trace of determination in his eyes, Gold Element said, “Today, even if we die, we must stop him.”

Without a hint of hesitation, they ignited their Essence Blood, and as the Essence Blood burned, their surging True Qi wildly rushed towards the specters.

The higher the cultivation, the more precious the Essence Blood. For them, Grandmasters of the Three Qi, the consumption of too much Essence Blood meant that even if the Great Yan Royal Family provided endless Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, it would take many years to recover.

Unless one could acquire the “Nameless Heart Scripture” or Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures that restore Essence Blood. Obtaining the “Nameless Heart Scripture” was absolutely impossible for them, as even An Jing had only incomplete pieces, and treasures capable of restoring Essence Blood were even rarer – the Great Yan Royal Family might only have one or two, reserved for emergencies.

Yet facing a Grandmaster like Qi Xuan Dao, they ignited their Essence Blood almost without any hesitation.

In mid-air, the specters seemed to be surrounded by flames burning brightly, and their aura was also intensifying continuously; even the surrounding rain was entirely evaporated.

Three massive columns of light rose from behind the specters, resembling three ferocious, domineering dragons.

Eventually, the three columns of water merged into one, forming a gigantic pillar of light, striking towards Qi Xuan Dao like a fierce True Dragon.

By the Dragon Locking Well, countless beams of Qi emerged, thin as threads, pulling through the heavens and earth.

Rustle! Rustle!

Countless beams of Qi tore the rain apart.

Qi Xuan Dao stepped forward and swung the Minghong Blade in his hand.

Countless beams of Qi fused into the Minghong Blade, as if uniting with it.

A chilling aura permeated the entire world.

The immense column of light was instantly cleaved in two by the Minghong Blade, dissipating amidst the heavens and earth.

Pu!

The specter was hurled back again, this time even further and faster.

Yet, although it was repelled, it did not show any signs of shattering; instead, it exhibited a powerful drawing force.

The surrounding True Qi experienced a strong pull and madly rushed towards the specter, making the flames around it grow even fiercer.

From afar, within the True Qi, the specter reached out a palm towards Qi Xuan Dao.

“Merely a trifling trick!”

Qi Xuan Dao sneered coldly with a swing of the Minghong Blade in his hand, facing it head-on with an overwhelming momentum.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The Minghong Blade suddenly burst forth with an ancient and simple brilliance, shimmering across the world.

He was not only a Sixth Realm Swordsman, but he also wielded the Minghong Blade, the world’s first blade.

Boom!

The specter’s flames dimmed momentarily but then returned to normal.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The next moment, a vast aura of slaughter burst forth from Qi Xuan Dao’s body like beacon smoke.

All five were exceedingly solemn, their True Qi continuously converging towards the junction point within their Dantians, and as their inner True Qi was depleted, they burned their Essence Blood.

At this life-and-death moment, a True Qi Light Shield formed in front of the specter, attempting to block the sword light of Qi Xuan Dao, the Sword God.

Boom!

Qi Xuan Dao’s sword light fiercely slammed into the light shield.

This light shield was not merely for defense; it could not only withstand fierce impacts but also rebound the force back to the enemy.

Due to the strong recoil force, fresh blood splattered from Qi Xuan Dao’s grip, but he disregarded it entirely, his expression cold as he continued to wield the Minghong Blade.

Boom! Boom!

Burst after burst of chilling sword light furiously hammered at the light shield barrier. He was indifferent to the splattering blood, merely looking calmly ahead.

“Has Qi Xuan Dao gone mad!?”

“Could it be that he’s planning on both sides suffering losses?”

The five were shocked by Qi Xuan Dao’s terrifying assault.

Boom! Boom!

Qi Xuan Dao’s expression remained unchanged, each strike of his blade hammering at the light shield.

“Not good, he’s gathering momentum!”

Gold Element realized something and couldn’t help exclaiming.

They thought Qi Xuan Dao was planning for both sides to incur losses, but how could Qi Xuan Dao be so foolish?

He was gathering momentum!

Bang!

As the momentum reached its peak, the Minghong Blade in Qi Xuan Dao’s hand seemed to turn red hot too.

Qi Xuan Dao stepped on the air, and with a flick of the Minghong Blade, it was like an Immortal Pointing the Way.

Chich! Chich! Chich!

The Dragon Locking Well was filled with an unparalleled sword Qi pressure, as if even the air itself was being crushed.

Bang!

Confronted with Qi Xuan Dao’s strike, the light shield could no longer hold and finally burst apart with a bang.

Puchi!

As the light shield shattered, the Five Elements spewed out mouthfuls of blood, their faces deathly pale. Then, horrified, they saw Qi Xuan Dao once again expressionlessly raise the Minghong Blade in his hand.

That world’s first blade was now directly pointed at them.

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