"Sister!"
The disciples of Changming Mountain watched in terror.
In the wind, Su Xiao's divine sense was almost crushed by the mountain power of the Five Peaks Ancestor. Her hands opened, and in an instant, her life was extinguished.
"Hmph!"
The Five Peaks Ancestor let out a cold snort, his body swept past, and with a palm strike, he cut horizontally. The next moment, he was already holding Su Xiao's head in his hand.
"The so-called Sword Immortal of Changming Mountain?"
He sneered, brushed away the bamboo hairpin from behind Su Xiao's head, and used her long hair as a rope, directly tying her head to his waist as a trophy.
"Sister!"
The disciples of Changming Mountain were heartbroken. The next moment, countless sword lights rose angrily from the sky, charging towards the Five Peaks Ancestor.
In the distance, in the wind.
Liu Chenqing clenched his fists, he could barely bear to watch.
These female Sword Immortals of Changming Mountain, once considered fairies on the mountain by mortals, now faced a doom, a doom with no room for maneuver.
The Five Peaks Ancestor had no intention of making Changming Mountain surrender; he only wanted to destroy Changming Mountain and kill all its disciples.
...
Deep in the night, at the southern border of the human race.
A group of scouts in light armor, riding fierce horses, moved through the mountains.
Suddenly, the middle-aged captain of a hundred cavalry raised his hand, signaling his men to be silent. He listened to the wind, and his heart suddenly pounded violently.
"It's cavalry!"
He gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice, "Up the mountain!"
The group quickly rode their horses up the mountain, and in a moment, they reached a hillside and looked out from a distance.
Under the moonlight, the valleys in the distance were filled with the iron cavalry of the barbarians from the depths of the wilderness.
Although the barbarians' metallurgy and casting techniques were crude, each of them wore heavy armor, wielded swords, and carried long bows. They were all skilled in archery and horsemanship.
"This is bad..."
The middle-aged captain of a hundred cavalry frowned and said, "The barbarians are heading north, and it's Meng Rong's Greedy Wolf Tribe. Their numbers are countless. It should be their entire tribe heading north."
He turned abruptly, "Attendant cultivator, prepare the flying fish message!"
"Yes, sir!"
The attendant cultivator was a young and handsome cultivator at the fourth realm. He frowned, "How should the message be written?"
"Just write that the barbarian army is heading north, and Meng Rong, the Barbarian King of the Greedy Wolf Tribe, is among them. The total strength is likely no less than three hundred thousand cavalry. They have already arrived in the Mingyue Gorge area."
"Yes!"
The attendant cultivator dipped his brush in ink and quickly sent out a flying fish.
"What now?"
A squad leader frowned, "Return to Yumenguan?"
"Return to hell!"
The captain of a hundred cavalry drew his saber and sneered, "Yumenguan now only has less than thirty thousand Cangnan cavalry. Even if we light the beacon fires immediately and notify Furongzhou, Yuzhou, and Huangzhou, reinforcements won't arrive that quickly."
He frowned, looked at everyone, his eyes filled with determination. "We, this group of people, have never had any military achievements and are looked down upon by the Cangnan cavalry. Now is the time to earn merit."
"Boss."
The squad leader took a deep breath. "We border guards will face this day sooner or later. Tell us, we'll follow you to charge."
"Good!"
The captain of a hundred cavalry raised his saber and said in a deep voice, "Brothers, the terrain in the valley is narrow and treacherous. We need to buy some time for the Cangnan cavalry of Yumenguan. Are you willing to charge to your death with me?"
He gritted his teeth. "Even if we can buy the time of one incense stick, perhaps Yumenguan can be alerted earlier, and the barbarians won't be able to set foot in our hometown, Furongzhou."
"We are willing to die with the general!"
A group of scout cavalry drew their weapons.
"Let's go, down the mountain!"
A column of scouts, one hundred in total, under the moonlight, charged directly towards the vanguard of the barbarian iron cavalry.
...
Changming Mountain.
The evening wind blew, carrying a strong smell of blood.
The Five Peaks Ancestor was on a killing spree, summoning five immortal mountains and continuously crushing them down. Over a hundred female disciples of Changming Mountain had already turned into pools of blood.
"Hmm?"
As he was killing, the Five Peaks Ancestor suddenly looked up. He saw a stream of light rapidly approaching from the distant horizon, which then transformed into the figure of a middle-aged man in the wind, his hands behind his back, exuding the demeanor of a grandmaster, enveloped in powerful true qi.
Long Dongjun, the Sect Master of Tie Fushan Mountain in Furongzhou, the southern region of the human world, a twelfth-realm Rebirth realm martial artist, was the first to arrive at Changming Mountain.
"Ridiculous, someone rushing to their own death."
The Five Peaks Ancestor narrowed his eyes and sneered, "Martial artist, who are you?"
"Tie Fushan, Long Dongjun, Rebirth realm."
Long Dongjun cupped his fists lightly and smiled. "I heard that some beasts are attacking the various sects in the southern part of the human world. Long Dongjun is willing to use his flesh and blood to resist them."
"Useless."
The Five Peaks Ancestor let out a scoff. "If you were a peak thirteenth-realm martial artist, I might have looked highly upon you. But a mere twelfth-realm Rebirth realm martial artist is simply laughable."
"A beast is a beast."
Long Dongjun sneered. "You really don't know how to speak!"
Just then, a brilliant light broke through the wind from the north, accompanied by rumbling thunder. It was an old man, enveloped in dense true qi, wearing the armor of a Marshal of the Great Shang Dynasty, with a general's star on his collar.
Lü Fengxian, Marshal of Wu Zhen Lou, had also arrived.
"Swish!"
Lü Fengxian floated onto the mountain range and stood to the left and right in front of the Five Peaks Ancestor. He narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Sect Master Long, you arrived first?"
"Of course, Tie Fushan is only a few hundred miles away from Changming Mountain, so I arrived a step earlier."
Long Dongjun said in a deep voice, "The thousand martial artists of Tie Fushan are on their way, riding the wind."
"Good."
Lü Fengxian smiled slightly. "The three thousand martial artists of Wu Zhen Lou will also be here soon!"
"Tsk tsk..."
The Five Peaks Ancestor narrowed his eyes and smiled. "No matter how many come, they will only be sent to their deaths. Why bother?"
Lü Fengxian flicked his robe and said, "It's been a long time since I had a good fight. Sect Master Long, you and I are both Rebirth realm martial artists. By rights... we should fight one by one during the challenge, but..."
"But this old scoundrel is very powerful!"
Long Dongjun narrowed his eyes and smiled. "Let's not worry about so many martial ethics rules. Let's go up together. We'll hold on for as long as we can until the peak cultivators of the northern region of the human world arrive."
"Good!"
Lü Fengxian laughed heartily and flew up, punching fiercely towards the chin of the Five Peaks Ancestor. Long Dongjun, on the other hand, spun and entered the wind, his fist intent swirling, like a swimming fish, and with a fierce punch, he struck the armpit of the Five Peaks Ancestor.
Facing the challenge of two Rebirth realm martial artists, the Five Peaks Ancestor merely frowned. In fact, the attacks and damage from the Rebirth realm were of no consequence to him.
A damaged divine throne was enough to resist him. It was just that Long Dongjun and Lü Fengxian, with their thick skin and flesh, were difficult to kill instantly.
"Boom boom!"
With two loud booms, the fists of the two Rebirth realm martial artists landed on the Dharma image of an immortal mountain. They then exchanged a punch with the Five Peaks Ancestor and were both sent flying backward.
Long Dongjun staggered back dozens of steps before he steadied himself. He felt his right arm, which had exchanged blows, go numb, and there were wisps of purple flame burning and corroding his arm. It was the Unconquerable Inner Demon Flame.
Long Dongjun was a mortal martial artist. When had he ever seen something like the Unconquerable Inner Demon, which existed outside the three realms and beyond the five elements? He frowned for a moment, waved his arm, and used his powerful Rebirth realm physique to dispel the inner demon flame.
This battle would not be easy!
Not far away, Lü Fengxian also waved his arm to dispel the Unconquerable Inner Demon Flame. His blood qi surged within him. This Five Peaks Ancestor was indeed formidable!
However, neither of them had any reason to retreat in this battle. After all, besides the two of them, there were almost no other mountain cultivators who could arrive at Changming Mountain in time and had the strength to fight.
Xie Yiying of Lingyan Sword Sect in Furongzhou had already sacrificed herself. Su Qingjiu, the Lord of Changming Mountain, who was fighting the second battle against the Five Peaks Ancestor at Wutong Mountain, was now missing.
In the human world today, only Long Dongjun and Lü Fengxian could hold him back for a moment!
If the two of them couldn't hold on, the situation on the southern mountains of the human world would likely collapse.
...
Deep in the night, at the mountain peak villa.
A flying fish message landed in the Snow Region Heavenly Pool. Chu Yu received the flying fish message late at night, only to find a simple line of text on it.
"The Five Peaks Ancestor has risen in the Southern Wilderness and is attacking northwards. Xie Yiying sacrificed herself. Su Qingjiu fought a battle at Wutong Mountain and is missing. Changming Mountain is now engaged in a bloody battle."
"Ah?!"
Chu Yu's heart turned cold. He hastily grabbed the flying fish message and soared up the mountain, simultaneously merging his voice into the wind and saying in a deep voice, "Southern incident! All cultivators above the fifth realm in the mountain peak villas will immediately go to Tianran Ju for a meeting!"
In an instant, figures darted into Tianran Ju.
Lin Zhao leaped down from the second floor. He took the flying fish message from Chu Yu's hand. After a single glance, his heart trembled.
Xiao Jiu'er was in trouble. No wonder he had felt uneasy not long ago, but he just couldn't figure out what was going to happen. Now, it had finally surfaced.
"Young Master."
Liu Liying looked at Lin Zhao and quickly supported him. She glanced at the message and naturally knew what had happened. She felt heartbroken for a moment.
"Ling Yu."
Lin Zhao held Liu Liying's arm and frowned, "The Five Peaks Ancestor, what is his background?"
Gu Lingyu had already deduced some information. "Little Uncle-Master, this Five Peaks Ancestor has a significant background. Initially, he was a strand of Unconquerable Inner Demon that infiltrated the lower realm, and later merged with the remains of an ancient divine being."
He frowned and said, "Those remains belonged to an ancient wind god, and one who was divinely appointed by heaven and earth. He possessed a divine throne. Although the divine throne is now incomplete, it still makes the Five Peaks Ancestor's strength extremely terrifying."
He added, "Xiao Jiu'er is fine. Don't worry too much. Be calm and plan for the southern affairs."
"En."
Lin Zhao nodded. At this moment, he calmed down. He could guess that Xiao Jiu'er should not be in mortal danger. After all, he had previously carved a平安簪 (peaceful hairpin) for Xiao Jiu'er with thunder-struck wood gifted by Wei Huarou.
If Su Qingjiu were truly in trouble, the peaceful hairpin would definitely shatter, and the flying sword Hao Ran would also react.
"Prepare to head south."
Lin Zhao frowned and said, "Aunt is guarding Xi Jian Jiang, and Lin Wanhua is guarding Fusu Great Wall. Neither can leave. Only we from the mountain peak villas are free to go south."
Xi Zhi and Tang Guangjun nodded in agreement, deeply convinced.