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The furious roar of Zuo Dao completely drove the cultivators of Extreme West Land into madness.
"How did the Killer God Zuo Dao end up in Extreme West Land?"
Who would dare to harm the brother of the Killer God?
Who is looking for death? If you're going to die, don't drag us down with you!
The forces and cultivators of the entire Extreme West Land began to mobilize. Soon, various pieces of information converged, pointing directly to the influence of Taku Village in Paradise. The death of Taku Mukai was no longer a secret, and several forces that had previously rejected invitations from Taku Village breathed a sigh of relief, thankful they hadn't agreed to Taku Village's overtures.
It was clear that the five people being hunted by Taku Village must be Zuo Dao's senior brother and sister. There was no mistake based on their numbers or physical characteristics.
Yan Zhen was struggling to hold on; he felt utterly exhausted. But he had to persist. Little did he know that the person he vowed to protect was rushing back with a determination to die together.
Taku Village grew increasingly alarmed; at least half of their internal spiritual energy had been consumed, while their opponent continued to endure. Each time they thought they could defeat him, they saw that cultivator rise again, standing tall and straight, even giving the illusion that he was a long sword leaning against something.
"Child, being able to hold on until now is already something to be proud of." Despite harboring a grudge against him, Taku Village couldn't help but admire his tenacity.
"I'm still far from enough."
As Yan Zhen spoke, he coughed up blood. He had lost track of how much blood he had spat out; he only felt an overwhelming fatigue and a dull pain in his meridians.
Was he nearing his limit? He wondered if they had managed to escape far enough. Daozi, would I never see you again?
At that moment, many thoughts surged through Yan Zhen's mind.
"But I have no regrets, Senior Brother! Dragon Brother, I'm sorry." He caressed the long sword in his hand, channeling the few remaining traces of spiritual energy within him.
"Come on, let's end this battle." With that, he stood tall, his sword radiating an imposing aura.
"What you don't realize is that guilt can be worse than death. Come forth, my Heart Sword." With his left hand pressing against his chest, a mini sword seemed to respond to his call, slowly emerging from the center of his heart.
The scene left Taku Village in shock.
The Heart Sword—an ultimate killing move of the Sword Cultivator—had already lost its legacy on Moling Star. Taku Village knew that beyond the stars in the distant Star Domain, there existed even more powerful Cultivators, and those who could wield the Heart Sword were the elite among elites.
Fear magnified infinitely within him. What kind of person had his son gotten involved with?
His murderous intent surged; none could be spared, not a single one. At this moment, he even cast aside his secret treasures.
"Since you want to end it, I'll take you down in one strike."
Spiritual energy erupted forth; he cared not for the weakness that came from overexertion or the decline of his Realm. His only purpose now was to kill the opponent.
"Shuimu Nianhua." It had to be a decisive blow; he had thoroughly experienced the resilience of the young Sword Cultivator.
"Heart Sword - Guardian." Yan Zhen forcefully drove the Heart Sword into the celestial sword.
With a resounding clang, the sound of the sword echoed throughout the universe; it was the Great Guardian Sword crying out in anguish.
A brilliant light pierced through the heavens, shattering the Cloud Sea above, even dimming the radiant sun in the presence of this Dao Sword's brilliance.
The entire Moling Star felt the impact of this Dao Sword light.
Within Mount Hua Immortal Gate, the Drunken Old Man was resting while Jiang Chuan was meditating when suddenly they sensed a familiar flash of sword light and rushed outside.
“Great Guardian Immortal Sword!”
“Heart Sword!”
The two voices finally merged into one sentence:
“Yan Zhen and the others are in trouble, in Extreme West Land.”
“I’ll go ahead.” Drunken Old Man took off in a flash of light and disappeared.
Jiang Chuan paused briefly before sending out a message.
“Decree of the Sect Leader, activate the Mountain Guard Formation, each peak must guard the mountain gates, all disciples above Golden Core from Gathering of Immortals Hall, gather and follow me to Paradise.”
The Immortal Sect was in shock, and the disciples of Gathering of Immortals Hall quickly assembled. The Peak Masters from each peak also arrived one after another.
Without even glancing at the crowd, Jiang Chuan shouted,
“Follow me to attack Paradise, do you dare?”
Looking at the disciples in front of him, Jiang Chuan called out loudly.
“Yes.” The disciples of Gathering of Immortals Hall never questioned anything.
“Let’s go.” Leading the way, Jiang Chuan soared forward, a trail of light rushing straight towards Extreme West Land.
Only the Peak Masters present exchanged glances with one another.
In the depths of the Ghost Shadow Sect's Bone Hall, amidst flashes of sword light, a series of eerie chuckles echoed.
"Extreme West Land, let's see who can still protect that broken sword."
A shadow flickered in the darkness, rushing out of the great hall and disappearing into the void.
Sects and families from all corners stirred, countless beams of light forming a torrent, heading straight for the Extreme West Land.
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In the extreme western desert, four figures halted upon seeing the sword light, their voices filled with despair.
"Senior Brother..."
The hastily advancing Zuo Dao fell silent upon witnessing the Dao Sword's radiance. The Seven Sons of the Second Ancestor, following closely behind, felt a chilling aura of slaughter emanating from their master, freezing their hearts.
It seemed their master was truly enraged. As Nine People speculated, a cold voice rang out.
"Anyone who obstructs our progress will be annihilated."
Zuo Dao was anxious, hoping Yan Zhen could hold on until he arrived. From the sword light, he sensed that his senior brother had unleashed the Heart Sword technique. The opponent must be at least a high-level Nascent Soul Cultivator to force his brother to use such a move. That was a technique he had taught him, including the fusion method of Heart Sword and Immortal Sword.
He didn't know whether to feel grateful or regretful for teaching Yan Zhen these skills! But above all, he wished for Yan Zhen to endure just a little longer.
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The terrifying power of the Celestial Artifact had completely overwhelmed Taku Village; Shuimu Nianhua was utterly powerless before the Heart Sword Guard.
If the attack of Shuimu Nianhua was like mercury spilling across the ground, then the Heart Sword Guard was akin to a shooting star piercing through the void.
In the Sword State, he unleashed his strongest strike, merging his heart, life, and soul. Taku Village felt as if its eyes were filled with blinding sword light. No matter where he tried to evade or what methods he employed, there was no escaping this blow.
Teleportation? The entire space was saturated with sword light, with faint signs of shattering. If one wished to die quickly to execute it, no one would be able to do so.
Moreover, he could see that Yan Zhen was already running on empty after this strike, close to death. As long as he did not fall before him, there was still hope for survival.
If Shuimu Nianhua couldn't do it, then it was time to fight desperately. All the spiritual weapons he had gathered throughout his life surged forth, forming layers of defense in front of him, regardless of their attributes.
One by one, the spiritual weapons detonated before his eyes. His heart bled at the loss, but compared to his own life, it was insignificant.
On the yellow sands, gazing at the trajectory of the Heart Sword Guard's attack, Yan Zhen stood firm with his sword, his back straighter than ever. Though his aura grew weaker by the moment, he still leaned against his long sword.
At that moment, a furious roar echoed across the battlefield.
“If my senior brother suffers any harm, I Zuo Dao vow to annihilate Extreme West Land.”
Filled with grief and resolute determination.
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