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Gai Jiuyou was determined to reach the mountain peak because Urban Journey had revealed one crucial piece of information: there was a pill at the summit that could transcend tribulation. Whether it was that pill or the alchemist who created it, he was intent on obtaining one of them.
Urban Journey understood that the pill no longer existed. Aside from Tai Shu Yun, there were no other outstanding alchemists at Spirit Sword Mountain, and given Tai Shu Yun's level, it was impossible for him to concoct such a pill. Urban Journey only wished for Gai Jiuyou to take action against that alchemist.
Gai Jiuyou knew exactly what Urban Journey was thinking. As a force built on pills, he certainly did not want his lifeline to be controlled by outsiders. If he could capture that alchemist and acquire their pill-making techniques, he could undoubtedly cultivate Garen into the next generation's Pill King.
With this thought in mind, Gai Jiuyou felt every pore on his body open up with excitement, but first, he needed to destroy Spirit Sword Mountain.
He would not send his own people into battle; instead, the members of Sword Hidden Pavilion volunteered themselves. They had been suppressed for too long, and besides, there had been frequent skirmishes between the two factions.
Bai Wuliu came this time with a determination to fight to the bitter end. Even if he couldn't destroy Spirit Sword Mountain, he intended to take a piece out of it. No one knew why Bai Wuliu felt this way, but having someone step forward was better than going alone.
The cultivation method of Sword Hidden Pavilion leaned towards the dark arts, akin to assassins lurking in the shadows. At the same time, Sword Hidden Pavilion was the largest assassin organization in Earth Altar Star Domain. In contrast, Spirit Sword Mountain stood as a regal presence among sword cultivators, operating openly and aboveboard.
A ghostly team appeared on the battlefield. Dressed uniformly in black attire, they bore no obvious insignia except for a sword embroidered on their sleeves.
Gai Jiuyou looked at this team and turned to Bai Wuliu.
"Friend Bai, you really went all out by bringing this team along."
"This time, I didn't expect to return unscathed. Since the benefits are uncertain, I might as well make them bleed," Bai Wuliu replied coldly.
Soul Reaper.
That was the name of this team. Composed entirely of top assassins from Sword Hidden Pavilion, each member emanated a faint black aura—those were the vengeful spirits of those who had perished beneath their blades, trapped within them; as long as they lived, they would never be reborn.
One such individual was already terrifying enough; now there were twenty-four appearing as a squad.
Gai Jiuyou watched this scene with great interest while others glared angrily at Bai Wuliu. Even among allies, many had fallen at the hands of the Soul Reaper team. Regardless of the reasons behind it, people were killed by that squad, and naturally, they wanted to find trouble with Bai Wuliu.
Bai Wuliu cast a dark glance at them.
"If they survive, we'll settle this score later."
The coldness in his words sent a chill through everyone present.
At the same time the Soul Reaping Squad appeared, Zuo Dao also took notice of this special team.
"Squads One, Eight, Eleven, and Nineteen, move out," Tang Fengyue immediately dispatched four powerful squads to intercept, fully aware of this team's existence.
Zuo Dao suddenly interrupted him.
"No need for that; I'll go. Four squads won't be enough."
Zhang Jun, the captain of Squad One, opened his mouth to retort but fell silent when Zuo Dao's next words caught him off guard.
"Interesting. I don't know how they did it, but it seems like all the Void Realm Thrust guests are quite intriguing. My dear Elder, look how creative they are!"
With that, he turned around and saw a pair of fiery eyes glaring at him, causing him to flee in a panic.
"Heart." Tai Shu Yun was startled when she noticed Zuo Dao suddenly charging out and was about to follow when an annoying voice rang out.
"Calm down. You don't need to worry; let us men handle the fighting."
She nearly ground her silver teeth in frustration.
After Tang Fengyue's reorganization, Spirit Sword Mountain underwent a tremendous transformation. The Sword Cultivators united as one, their sword energy coalescing in the air into a massive sword shape. The entire atmosphere felt different, as if the ground could no longer contain this sword. The aura of royalty erupted, enveloping the entire Spirit Sword Mountain in its might.
Spirit Sword Mountain seemed to truly transform into a stunning divine sword.
Under this overwhelming aura, the Soul Severing Team appeared somewhat uncomfortable. Gai Wuhui, as the captain of the team, quickly made adjustments, pulling the Vengeful Spirits floating outside back into his body. Any spirit would instinctively reject such a majestic presence, let alone the aura of a sovereign.
The greatest danger did not stem from this imposing aura but rather from a Cultivator charging down from the mountain.
A young Cultivator, one whose spiritual energy fluctuations were undetectable, and one who posed a significant threat.
Zuo Dao wore a white robe, a faint smile gracing his face as he approached.
“Hello everyone! Good morning! Have you all eaten?”
His words left Gai Wuhui momentarily stunned. Each member of the Soul Severing Team was seasoned in bloodshed. Their hearts had long since grown numb, calm as an ancient well. Yet, Zuo Dao’s simple greeting eased their hearts.
How long had it been?
The prolonged slaughter had made them forget what normal life was like, the intricacies of human relationships. What seemed ordinary to others felt incredibly difficult for them.
Zuo Dao’s smile carried a universal warmth that unconsciously tugged at their hearts.
Gai Wuhui was the first to react, choosing not to say much.
“Strike.” The command jolted everyone awake, and instinctively, the Soul Severing Team launched an attack at Zuo Dao.
The same sword energy wielded by the disciples of Spirit Sword Mountain manifested as a magnificent sword dragon in their hands; however, when unleashed by them, it transformed into spectral swords composed of Vengeful Spirits.
Wherever they passed was frozen, emanating a chilling aura that instilled fear. If Spirit Sword Mountain practiced masculine sword energy, then Sword Hidden Pavilion cultivated extremely yin sword energy.
The nearby Cultivators felt a wave of dizziness wash over their minds, as if they were being targeted by the grim reaper himself. Startled, they all retreated in haste.
In stark contrast, Zuo Dao, at the center of the attack, experienced something entirely different. This strike was not only aimed at his physical body but also launched an assault on his very soul, a chilling aura piercing deep into his spirit.
With a single sword strike, it aimed to obliterate Zuo Dao's physical form and extinguish his soul.
Gai Wuhui was confident; the "Soul Extinguishing Strike," powered by the combined might of the battle formation, was not something an ordinary Cultivator could withstand. With one blow, even the Void Realm would be slain.
This was a combined attack from twenty-four Spirit Void Realm Sword Cultivators, a strike that commanded respect.
Elders Tai Shu Yi and Tai Shu Reincarnation watched in shock. The Sword Hidden Pavilion had been their old rival for ages; they could not possibly be unaware of the power behind this strike. Tai Shu Yun was particularly pale with fear.
Yet Zuo Dao maintained his smiling demeanor, seemingly oblivious to the sword descending upon him.
When the sword energy struck, it appeared to cut through an illusion, landing at Zuo Dao's feet and sending up a massive cloud of rock. Had they not been on Spirit Sword Mountain, where the very essence of the mountain provided protection with its sword energy, everyone believed that even a mountain would have been cleaved in two.
Looking back at Zuo Dao, he seemed unscathed, still wearing that same smile.
"How are you all doing?"
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