But the divine bird was merciless, its eyes indifferent. Sword aura spewed forth, instantly killing Demon Sect experts, piercing hearts, burning them to ash.
Xi Ying’s eyes bulged, unleashing all his skills against the Chixiao Sword. His formidable energy shook the void, but it was futile.
The spiritual sword’s tearing sound echoed crisply.
Tianjun Xi Ying’s eyes widened, falling unwillingly, a gaping hole in his chest, divine fire rapidly consuming him, turning him to ash in moments.
The Demon Sect’s fourth expert, fallen!
In his final moments, he wondered why the others hadn’t helped, filled with resentment.
But he didn’t know Zhao Deyan fared no better.
The Qingyuan Sword’s green dragon, brimming with life yet hiding death, was more terrifying than the explosive Chixiao Sword.
Zhao Deyan’s pupils contracted, the pressure preventing him from seeing others’ fates.
As the Demon Sect’s third expert, the Turkic national teacher, his strength was unquestionable.
But before the Qingyuan Sword’s dragon aura, he felt helpless, like a novice martial artist.
He shouted, his Demon Sect allies bravely advancing, wielding swords and blades against the green dragon, as if facing a peerless swordsman.
Zhao Deyan’s eyes were grave. Energy surged, forming thick energy gauntlets. His best martial art was the Eighteen Claws of Returning Soul.
In past battles, he increased intensity from the first move, Black Tortoise Weeping, even against Martial Venerable Bi Xuan.
But now, facing a spiritual sword, he immediately used his strongest move.
The eighteenth move, Green Dragon Envying of the Master!
He knew this might be his last chance. Without his strongest move, he might never get another.
Demon Sect experts charged, Zhao Deyan leading, energy swirling with profound mystery, as if a green dragon was birthed, ready to devour!
The Qingyuan Sword glowed softly.
Green light shimmered.
The crowd felt enveloped by life force, their bodies relaxed, but in the next instant, terror gripped them, extreme life birthing extreme death!
Within the green light, green dragon sword aura erupted.
Demon Sect experts’ eyes widened.
Neither masters nor grandmasters could resist this sword aura, heads flying, adding to Emei’s bloody scent.
Zhao Deyan’s eyes were bloodshot.
His hands moved intricately, as if grasping the green dragon.
A flash of green sword light.
Zhao Deyan’s body froze, blood spraying from his throat, his body shattering into countless pieces.
The Demon Sect’s third expert, fallen!
Emei Mountain’s heavy scent of blood stirred waves of shock in everyone’s hearts.
The scene was too horrifying.
Just two spiritual swords had slain nearly all the Demon Sect experts, including Zhao Deyan and Xi Ying. Headless bodies lay, blood staining Emei red.
The Chixiao Sword’s vermilion bird and Qingyuan Sword’s green dragon chilled everyone to the bone.
These spiritual swords were truly astonishing!
Their hearts filled with endless reverence for Ning Changge.
From miles away, without being present, he could slay Heaven-Man experts like chickens. Such power was truly divine!
This was even more shocking than Ning Changge’s casual slaying of Dongfang Bubai and others, as he wasn’t present then.
After slaying their foes, the two spiritual swords returned, their bodies pristine, floating beside Ji Xiaofu.
Ji Xiaofu’s eyes were filled with satisfaction.
Half her great vengeance was avenged, her heart filled with gratitude for Ning Changge. Without his spiritual swords, any Demon Sect expert could have instantly killed her.
The crowd looked at Ji Xiaofu with complex expressions, two spiritual swords floating beside her.
The last spiritual sword, the Golden Edge Sword, exuded unparalleled sharpness, transforming into a white tiger, slashing at the last Demon Sect expert.
Evil King Shi Zhixuan!
Shi Zhixuan’s eyes were clear.
Under immense pressure, even his split personality’s aftereffects were temporarily suppressed, his body in excruciating pain, unable to be stopped by energy.
“Wudang’s Little Immortal is truly extraordinary.”
Shi Zhixuan murmured.
His strength was among the best, on par with Sword Emperor Nine, one of the strongest Heaven-Man experts below the Land Immortal realm, seeing clearly.
The three spiritual swords attacked.
Xi Ying and Zhao Deyan had no chance to resist, instantly slain.
In mere breaths, the once formidable Demon Sect experts were reduced to him alone.
Such power shocked him.
He prided himself on being able to kill the two, but not so easily, let alone with Ning Changge miles away.
“I must retract my words. Even without him, the spiritual swords’ might is earth-shattering.”
Shi Zhixuan took a deep breath.
Knowing his life depended on his own strength, madness flickered in his eyes, his Heaven One Technique frantically activated, energy surging, even tearing his meridians.
He returned to peak condition!
“Immortal Seal Technique!”
His hands blurred, tracing profound paths, yin and yang, life and death mysteries faintly visible. Song Yuanqiao and Zhang Lingyu exchanged admiring glances.
“Shi Zhixuan is truly the Demon Sect’s top expert. Such mastery is unfathomable. If he comprehends yin and yang, life and death, he’ll reach the Land Immortal realm!”
Zhang Lingyu marveled.
Song Yuanqiao nodded, then shook his head: “Indeed, but that step is as hard as ascending to heaven.”
Yin and yang, life and death, were profound paths.
Like their master’s Tai Chi path, equally difficult, but once understood, ascending to the Land Immortal realm, he’d be formidable, even among old Land Immortals.
That’s the difference in paths.
Otherwise, with Zhang Sanfeng’s talent, choosing an easier path, he’d have been a Land Immortal a decade ago.
Shi Zhixuan’s form blurred, energy around him evolving profound paths, forming a two-colored life and death diagram. The Immortal Seal Technique used life and death energy conversion to redirect force.
Shi Zhixuan sought to deflect the Golden Edge Sword’s terrifying attack with force conversion.
The Golden Edge Sword’s white tiger, filled with killing intent, was pure slaughter compared to the other two spiritual swords!
The white tiger roared, golden sword aura slashing at Shi Zhixuan.
Colliding with the life and death diagram.
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Sword hums echoed through the heavens.
Countless sword aura clashes resounded, sword aura weakened by the life and death diagram, or deflected, shocking martial artists into retreat, or weakened for Shi Zhixuan to endure.
Shi Zhixuan was a bloodied figure, blood dripping uncontrollably.
The crowd’s eyes widened, trembling voices spoke.
Though Shi Zhixuan looked pitiful, he clearly retained breath, his eyes bright. In contrast, the Golden Edge Sword’s light dimmed.
Shi Zhixuan laughed wildly: “Is that all? Come again if you dare!”
The crowd marveled, the Demon Sect’s top expert indeed, able to withstand the Little Immortal’s spiritual sword, worthy of pride.
Shi Zhixuan’s laughter abruptly stopped, as if seeing eyes on the Golden Edge Sword, cold, indifferent, overlooking the world.
He shivered, hearing “as you wish,” terror and killing intent enveloping him.
The Golden Edge Sword blazed!
With ultimate slaughter, it struck again, more powerful, faster!
The white tiger reappeared, golden sword aura raining down, enveloping Shi Zhixuan.
The life and death diagram was torn in a blink, Shi Zhixuan engulfed by sword rain, reduced to dust without a scream.
The crowd stared blankly at the terrifying scene.
A phrase surged in their hearts.
The might of the immortal cannot be offended!