"Buzz—"
Chu Yu's fist burst with power, aiming straight for the face of Bai Ye, an eleventh-realm Great Demon. At the same time, a streak of flying sword light streaked towards Bai Ye's side. Xiang Ji, with all his might, unleashed his strongest punch as a ninth-realm martial artist towards Bai Ye's abdomen. Two martial artists, one tenth-realm and one ninth-realm, attacked Bai Ye together. As Lin Zhao had said, they only needed to hold Bai Ye for a short while.
"You!"
Bai Ye's face turned ashen. He rapidly retreated, his folding fan sweeping horizontally. Immediately, a white fox tail stretched across his front, forming a protective aura like a starry river. Chu Yu and Xiang Ji's full force punches were blocked. After all, there was a realm gap, and Bai Ye was considered quite strong among the eleventh-realm beings. It was normal that a surprise attack wouldn't succeed.
On the other side, Wu Zhi's sword descended from the sky, aimed directly at Shi Jun Gang's face.
"Ah?!"
This sharp sword strike instantly turned Shi Jun Gang's face pale. It came too fast. The aura of the opponent's "Stealing Heaven and Changing Sun Array" was incredibly well concealed, so much so that even she, an eleventh-realm being, hadn't noticed it at all. The lightning-fast sword from the female Sword Immortal Wu Zhi sent a chill through Shi Jun Gang's heart. Dodging was no longer an option. With a hardened heart, she puffed out her chest, shattering a golden patterned bone on her chest. Immediately, the shattered bone fragments condensed into a golden qi shield, which heavily blocked Wu Zhi's determined sword strike!
However, just as Shi Jun Gang blocked Wu Zhi's sword, streams of dragon qi surged from the depths of the earth beneath her feet!
"What?!"
Shi Jun Gang hurriedly looked down, only to see gray-white dragon qi erupting from the ground, launching indiscriminate attacks on the entire surrounding area. These dragon qi also contained an extremely profound power!
Dragon Ascend Everywhere!
The special effect of Lin Zhao's Dragon Prisoner Necklace dealt 500% damage to targets within a 40x40 yard radius, also inflicting them with silence and immobility for 3 seconds!
"Wu Zhi, Mu Zha, kill him with all your might!"
Lin Zhao's sword light turned cold. He once again threw out a sword qi cage to imprison Shi Jun Gang, rendering her immobile. Following this was his Leaving Sword Style, which dealt damage with "bang bang bang." In truth, his damage was negligible to an eleventh-realm boss like Shi Jun Gang, but he still wanted to attack. He couldn't help it; his nature was too cautious, wanting to deal as much damage as possible!
Wu Zhi thrust out another sword, her sword light surging. With a "swish," it pierced Shi Jun Gang's chest, the tip emerging from the other side. Blood splattered. Simultaneously, two flying swords, imbued with the aura of the Great Dao, pierced through Shi Jun Gang's abdomen from behind. Just as Wu Zhi swept her sword again, leaving a gash on Shi Jun Gang's throat, Mu Zha descended from the sky, enveloped in the aura of a Tian Yuan realm martial artist. Like a descending deity, he delivered a heavy punch to Shi Jun Gang's crown, and with a "crack," most of Shi Jun Gang's skull was shattered. Streams of blood flowed down her beautiful face.
"You... How dare you do this!?"
Shi Jun Gang couldn't muster any spiritual energy at this moment, relying solely on the formidable physical body of a demon to withstand the fierce assault from two eleventh-realm beings. She crossed her arms over her chest, hunched her body, her pretty face contorted into a ferocious grimace. She roared, "You two remember this. If you can't kill me, Shi Jun Gang, today, I will repay this humiliation tenfold in the future!"
With 1 second remaining on the silence effect, Lin Zhao suddenly moved. A sword qi enveloped Shi Jun Gang's body. Then, Lin Zhao charged forward with his sword, transforming into an afterimage that heavily impacted Shi Jun Gang's chest. As expected, the hit priority for stunning with sword qi was not high, and the stun effect was...
"Continue!"
He flashed past, attacking Shi Jun Gang from the flank, leaving the front to Wu Zhi. Immediately, Wu Zhi opened her five fingers, her body surging with potent sword intent. The sword intent transformed into dense sword qi that continuously pierced Shi Jun Gang's body with "pfft pfft pfft" sounds, quickly turning the eleventh-realm commander of the demon race into a sieve.
Mu Zha descended from the sky, his punches like thunder. Each punch seemed intent on shattering Shi Jun Gang's brain matter, but Shi Jun Gang's physique was incredibly tough. As expected of a demon prodigy who cultivated under the Demon Ancestor, her forehead buzzed, and blood streamed down her face, yet she refused to die!
Once the Dragon Ascend effect wore off, Lin Zhao's sword strike, "Sword Qi Piercing the Firmament," from the flank landed fiercely on Shi Jun Gang's waist, sending her flying. At the same time, ten demon soul swords summoned by Wu Zhi, glowing with an eerie light, descended from the sky and relentlessly attacked Shi Jun Gang. Even Mu Zha couldn't intervene, unable to get close.
Lin Zhao retreated with his sword. He had done all he could. Now, he only needed to protect himself and not get instantly killed. The rest would be up to Wu Zhi.
"You bunch of idiots!"
Shi Jun Gang's face was covered in blood, her hair disheveled, her features contorted in rage as she roared, "You think this can kill me, Shi Jun Gang? I... I am the chief disciple of the Nine Spirits True Monarch of the Demon Ancestral Mountain. How dare you?!"
With that, Shi Jun Gang gritted her teeth. Magical artifacts from her storage belt poured out, forming defensive barriers around her. She ascended into the air, preparing to flee, her eyes filled with venom. "You can't kill me... When I return, I will extract the souls of you, Wu Zhi, Mu Zha, and you..."
She glared fiercely at Lin Zhao. "And you, mere ant, will have your souls extracted, your souls lit as eternal lamps, and you will burn in the flames, never to find peace!"
"Is that so?"
Wu Zhi's willow-leaf eyebrows lightly raised. "Do you truly think you can escape?"
As she spoke, Wu Zhi raised her left hand and slammed it down, as if pulling a meteor from the sky. Immediately, one of the ten demon soul swords plummeted down, striking Shi Jun Gang's body fiercely. The blade spun rapidly, erupting with terrifying vortices, attempting to penetrate Shi Jun Gang's magical artifact barrier. In an instant, faint cracks appeared on the sword tip, emitting a creaking sound.
But Wu Zhi didn't care. She opened her fingers, elevating her sword intent to its peak. In an instant, the sword exploded. Shi Jun Gang's magical artifacts turned to dust, and even her physical body was vaporized into a bloody mist by the explosion of the demon soul sword. The dignified eleventh-realm being from the Ancestral Mountain was thus killed by Wu Zhi.
Naturally, Wu Zhi paid a huge price as well; one of the ten demon soul swords was lost.
"That's enough!"
Lin Zhao, holding his sword, flew south. "Wu Zhi, Mu Zha, Chu Yu, Xiang Ji, return to the Snow Region Heavenly Pond!"
"Let's go together!"
Mu Zha opened his left hand, and the fist intent of a Tian Yuan realm martial artist enveloped Chu Yu, Xiang Ji, and Lin Zhao. He leaped, carrying them all back to the Snow Region Heavenly Pond. In mid-air, he repeatedly punched with his right hand, shattering three layers of mountain and river restrictions set up by the demons. Behind them, Wu Zhi, wielding her remaining nine demon soul swords, covered their retreat, killing any pursuing demon cultivators, including Bai Ye.
...
Snow Region Heavenly Pond.
"..."
Above the yet-to-be-formed Mound of Skulls, Ying Huo, an eleventh-realm ghost cultivator, stared dumbfounded at the Mohist wandering swordsman not far away, his heart filled with immense complexity. How could he be so unlucky? This person's aura was long and robust, with a strong sword intent. If nothing else, he was a twelfth-realm Sword Cultivator. A single twelfth-realm human was already trouble enough for him, and a Sword Cultivator was even more so.
Xu Shuo looked up at the ghost cultivator on the pile of corpses and frowned. Before descending the mountain, his master had indeed told him not to draw his sword against demons to avoid unnecessary karma. After all, the demons had their connections in the upper realm, and it would be difficult for the Mohist ancestral court to justify actions taken too harshly. However, his master hadn't said he couldn't draw his sword against ghosts!
With this thought, Xu Shuo felt a bit pleased and reached for his sword!
"Sword Immortal!"
Ying Huo, the eleventh-realm ghost cultivator, spoke first, his voice trembling. "Can you not make a move?"
"No."
Xu Shuo shook his head. "If I hadn't met you, it would be one thing. Now that I have, there's nothing I can do but kill you!"
"Is that so?"
Ying Huo revealed a pained expression. In the next second, wisps of pale green bone claws launched sneak attacks at Xu Shuo from all directions. He leaped into the air with a ferocious expression. "Damn you, you dog shit Sword Immortal! I am also a dignified eleventh-realm cultivator. I admit I can't beat you, but can't I at least run away from you?!"
Saying this, he fled through the air.
But in the very next second, Ying Huo's mind suddenly trembled. This was not good. He felt someone standing on his shoulder. He turned to look and saw the Mohist wandering swordsman in the blue robe. He hadn't drawn his sword, but stood on his shoulder with his entire being radiating sword intent. Without even looking at him, he said, "I am a dignified Sword Immortal, yet you call me dog shit! Wicked spirits, you bring ruin upon yourselves!"
With a thunderous boom, Xu Shuo stomped down. Instantly, a torrent of profound sword intent surged downwards, smashing Ying Huo's body fiercely into the ground. At the same time, the sword intent coiled, forming a large azure bell that imprisoned Ying Huo's body within.
"Last words?"
Xu Shuo hovered in the air, smiling faintly.
Ying Huo, the proud eleventh-realm ghost cultivator, rose with his head held high, standing within the azure bell. Gritting his teeth, he asked, "Can you let me go?"
"Dream on."
Xu Shuo said, "I finally came down the mountain and haven't killed anyone yet. If I go back empty-handed, my fellow disciples will laugh their teeth out. Besides, I wasn't looking for you; you delivered yourself to me."
"Since that is the case..."
Ying Huo gritted his teeth. "May I ask the Sword Immortal's name?"
"Mohist, Xu Shuo."
"Good."
The eleventh-realm ghost cultivator Ying Huo despaired. Within the azure bell, he roared, "Xu Shuo, I'll fuck your ancestors!"
"..."
Xu Shuo made no further movements. He gently opened his right hand, and with a "pop," as his fingers closed, the azure bell vanished into thin air. Innumerable sword qi crisscrossed, shredding the eleventh-realm ghost cultivator Ying Huo's body into dust. After killing, he picked his ear, elegantly flicking away the earwax, and mumbled, "Don't listen, don't listen, like a turtle chanting sutras. Not me, not me, not involved in karma..."