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The Legend of the Immortals Prequel: Wilderness Journey
Qiu Wangyu let out a cold laugh, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes as he shouted, "Let me show you who is dying now!"
Before his words fell, the black giant claw reappeared in mid-air, pouncing down towards Chengzi like a ferocious demon.
On The Eight Desolations and Six Harmonies, chaos erupted among the members of Azure Cloud Sect. Countless individuals sprang into action, with Zhen Wu and Zheng Tong being the fastest. In an instant, they each held their magical treasures and shot up into the sky.
However, at this moment, there were not only members of Azure Cloud Sect on Tongfeng. The number of people from the Demon Sect was even greater than that of Azure Cloud Sect. Shouts and jeers rang out as a large group of Demon Sect followers surged forward, immediately blocking the Azure Cloud Disciples who attempted to rescue Zhangmen Zhenren, while mocking and ridiculing them incessantly.
Zhen Wu and Zheng Tong moved swiftly, managing to shake off those Demon Sect followers. Yet, just as they ascended a few dozen feet, a chilling wind suddenly sliced through the air like knives and swords. This ambush was vicious and came with great momentum; even powerful cultivators like Zhen Wu and Zheng Tong did not dare to underestimate it. They had no choice but to turn back and defend themselves, intercepting the surprise attack but consequently halting their ascent.
A figure appeared before the two elders of Azure Cloud Sect, floating in mid-air. It was a thin old man with white hair and an ugly face, looking extremely aged. However, his eyes were exceptionally bright, and around his neck hung a string of bizarre black beads, each carved in the shape of a skull.
Upon recognizing this old man's appearance, both Zhen Wu and Zheng Tong slightly narrowed their pupils. Zheng Tong brandished his spirit sword and said in a deep voice, "Ghost King!"
The frail old man before them was the leader of the last faction among the four major sects of the Demon Sect, Ghost King Sect. Judging by the expressions of Zhen Wu and Zheng Tong, it seemed they regarded this old man with even more caution than the other three demon leaders they had encountered earlier. In fact, although this Ghost King did not look impressive, his previous attack had been extremely ruthless and well-timed, managing to temporarily hold back these two formidable foes single-handedly.
Below them, chaos ensued as battles broke out. All rescue attempts by Azure Cloud Sect were intercepted by the Demon Sect followers. Even Zhen Wu and Zheng Tong were momentarily stalled by the sudden appearance of the Ghost King. Up in the clouds, Qiu Wangyu laughed loudly; the fierce Xuan Yin Ghost Claw was already close to striking Chengzi, the Master of Qingyun Sect.
However, at that moment, a long howl suddenly echoed from above the Cloud Sea Platform. Among the crowd of Azure Cloud Sect, a white figure shot up like an arrow.
The mountain wind blew fiercely as he donned white robes; it was a young man with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes. His gaze was cold as he wielded an Emerald Celestial Sword, soaring against the wind. Nearby, Demon Sect followers shouted and lunged at him, attempting to block his path; in an instant, three or five people leaped in front of him.
Someone nearby gasped in panic, but the expression on this White-Clad Man remained ironclad; he showed no signs of hesitation. Like a ship sailing against stormy seas, he charged directly at those Demon Sect followers. Amidst the howling winds, green light surged from his sword. In the next moment, silence fell over The Eight Desolations and Six Harmonies, followed by a resounding Dragon Roar. The sound reverberated across nine realms as boundless Azure Light flickered amidst rolling black clouds, instantly enveloping this White-Clad Man in a blazing inferno.
The Demon Cult's obstruction left everyone in shock, but before they could react, it was as if countless suns had suddenly erupted, radiating brilliant light, seemingly wanting to drive away all darkness from the world. A figure emerged, like a deity that could shake the heavens.
In the distance, the Ghost King, who was confronting the two great masters, Zhen Wu and Zheng Tong, suddenly turned around. His body trembled, and he instinctively whispered, "Dragon Slayer Sword! Slay the Gods!"
The wind howled and the clouds rolled ominously. The White-Clad Man held the Dragon Slayer Divine Sword, with Azure Light emanating from him as if it were endless. His eyes shone brightly; he and his sword merged into one, transforming into a massive beam of light that seemed to wield a giant sword. His demeanor was majestic, as if he disregarded the earthly deities, charging upward with wild abandon.
Amidst the myriad rays of light, the Dragon Slayer Sword emitted a thunderous roar with overwhelming momentum. Although it was high in the sky, within dozens of feet of The Eight Desolations and Six Harmonies below, the Clouds had already collapsed entirely. The howling winds surged like waves of green light, and those few members of the Demon Cult at the forefront didn’t even have time to defend themselves before their bodies shattered under the unparalleled power of Slay the Gods.
The Blood Flower surged upward, soon overshadowed by an even more brilliant green sword light. The White-Clad Man's momentum showed no signs of slowing; under the illumination of the towering sword light, his speed increased further, like a massive flame burning fiercely and determined to break through, charging toward the battlefield between Qiu Wangyu and Chengzi.
In fact, he was not rushing to assist Chengzi; at that moment, the White-Clad Man seemed filled with wild energy. He charged forward recklessly with tremendous force, wielding his sword with lethal intent aimed directly at Qiu Wangyu.
The dark clouds roiled like thunder roaring; Azure Light soared high, piercing through the rolling Clouds. This kind of momentum and sword intent seemed to momentarily overshadow even the earth itself!
Standing on the clouds, Qiu Wangyu was also moved. Unable to restrain himself, he exclaimed loudly, "Good sword!"
However, this Qiu Wangyu was indeed an extraordinary talent cultivated by the Demon Cult over five hundred years. Faced with this earth-shattering reverse strike of Slay the Gods, he showed no intention of retreating. Instead, he raised his left arm simultaneously and reached out with his claw. In that instant, ghostly howls echoed with chilling winds as another massive Xuan Yin Ghost Claw appeared before him.
However, such a powerful and unparalleled magical technique as Xuan Yin Ghost Qi could not be easily executed. Just as he formed his second ghost claw here, the previous Xuan Yin Ghost Claw that had pounced toward Chengzi immediately lost much of its momentum and its dark hue faded significantly.
With a loud bang, the astonishingly powerful green sword light collided directly with the Xuan Yin Ghost Claw ahead. The brilliance shattered and whirled chaotically; yet as time passed, the overwhelmingly strong black energy ultimately surged forth like a tide, gradually suppressing the green light.
"Ah..." A pained groan escaped from the White-Clad Man's lips as he tilted his head back. His face turned pale as he spat out a mouthful of blood; droplets fell onto his white clothing, staining it with shocking red spots that were hard to look at. His body then began to fall downward.
At that moment, a sudden strange sound came from the other side. The first Xuan Yin Ghost Claw finally struck the heavily injured Chengzi. However, due to the earlier turmoil, its power had diminished significantly. Still, it forced Chengzi to stagger backward repeatedly, his body trembling. After a violent shudder of his right arm, he could no longer hold onto the Seven Star Immortal Sword, which fell from the air.
“Hahaha…”
A wild and unrestrained laughter echoed from a robust man who was single-handedly holding his ground against two opponents, Qiu Wangyu. He stood proudly in the clouds, his gaze arrogant as if he were looking down upon all living beings, with no trace of concern in his eyes.
Several yards in front of him, Chengzi's face was pale, his eyes filled with despair and pain. However, he glanced down at the countless Azure Cloud Disciples still fighting fiercely below and gritted his teeth fiercely.
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“Wan Shixiong!”
As the White-Clad Man fell from the sky like a kite with its string cut, several gasps of surprise rang out from The Eight Desolations and Six Harmonies, both male and female. Several figures rushed forward to catch him.
Just as the White-Clad Man was about to hit the ground, he suddenly bounced in mid-air, miraculously halting his descent and landing steadily on the ground.
The young Azure Cloud Sect disciples who had chased after him were overjoyed. The one at the front, a beautiful female disciple, exclaimed in surprise, “Wan Shixiong, are you alright?”
Before her words could finish, this White-Clad Man, referred to as Wan Shixiong, suddenly stumbled, pressed his hand to his chest, and coughed up blood again.
This shocked everyone once more; they were at a loss for what to do. Only that woman and another young male disciple rushed over to support him.
Despite coughing up blood and looking somewhat pale, the White-Clad Man turned back with a smile, regained his footing, then pushed away the two supporters with an air of bravado. He waved his hand and laughed, “I’m fine! I’m Ten Thousand Swords in One, not that easy to kill.”
As soon as this sentence came out, it was like a calming pill, instantly easing the expressions of many disciples from the Azure Cloud Sect around.
Clearly, the person called Ten Thousand Swords in One held great prestige in everyone's hearts. Ten Thousand Swords in One turned to the male disciple standing beside him and nodded, saying, "Thank you, Cang Song Junior Brother."
The male disciple named Azure Pine nodded and stepped back. When Ten Thousand Swords in One turned back, he saw that the female disciple from earlier was still standing beside him, her eyes glistening with tears, looking as if she was about to cry. He couldn't help but ask in surprise, "Su Ru Junior Sister, what’s wrong?"
Su Ru bit her lip and spoke with a hint of a sob, "I saw you almost... almost..."
Ten Thousand Swords in One sighed and said, "It's fine, I'm okay now. However, that Demon Cult Leader is indeed powerful; I'm still not his match." He paused for a moment and glanced around the battlefield.
He saw Qiu Wangyu standing proudly in the clouds, pressing towards Qingyun Sect Master Chengzi, while below The Eight Desolations and Six Harmonies was in chaos. Countless people from the Demon Cult and Azure Cloud Sect were fighting together, including the two great masters Zhen Wu and Zheng Tong who were also blocked by members of the Demon Cult. At this moment, it was no longer just the Ghost King; the recently missing Poison God, Moonlight Fairy, and even the injured Changsheng Hall Master Duan Hou had appeared to confront these two great masters.
No matter how strong Zhen Wu and Zheng Tong were or how high their cultivation level was, they could not break through the obstruction of the four great masters of the Demon Cult in such a hurried situation. Meanwhile, Qiu Wangyu had already pressed close to Chengzi, ready to strike.
The Azure Cloud Sect was showing signs of defeat; the spiritual energy of the ancient peaks was dissipating, seemingly on the verge of collapse.
Ten Thousand Swords in One's expression was serious, revealing a hint of anxiety in his eyes as he whispered urgently, "Where is Daoxuan Shixiong? Where has he gone?"
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