Chapter 287: Slay Immortal

Qin Yang smiled, it was only the second move, but Ning Qi had already begun to defend; in the upcoming battle he could completely seize the initiative.

Although Ning Qi blocked the second strike, he was also driven back.

His blood and qi surged, he gazed at Qin Yang with some Hàirán, the opponent's strength was somewhat beyond his imagination; could he really just be an ordinary cultivator?

Even a Great Perfection cultivator does not have such strength.

Realizing this, Ning Qi's expression turned grim; he took a deep Xī le yī kǒu qì, understanding that he now had to fight desperately.

If Qin Yang defeated him here, all their plans would come to nothing; at that point he would also become a discarded pawn.

Thinking of this, Ning Qi gave a wry smile; as a lofty Sǎnxiān, he could actually become a discarded pawn—if spoken aloud, nobody would Xiāngxìn it.

At that moment, Ning Qi again sacrificed a second Immortal Sword; the two Immortal Swords twined around him in flight, each releasing terrifying sword light.

"Qin Yang, you forced me to this."

Ning Qi said coldly, his eyes flashing with cold light, killing intent like a blade, terrifying Immortal Spirit Qi surging, his whole being had already adjusted to the peak.

This battle he must win.

Seeing Ning Qi sacrifice a second Immortal Sword, Qin Yang smiled.

"You surely don't think that in Xiūshì battles, more weapons mean greater strength, do you? Even an Immortal Sword requires a sufficiently strong wielder to unleash its power—you lack that."

Ning Qi sneered: "Whether I can or not, you'll find out soon."

Immortal Swords crossed the sky, the two Immortal Swords intertwined, one left and one right enveloping Qin Yang—this forced him to clash head‑on with him.

Ning Qi considered himself a Sǎnxiān, believing his cultivation certainly surpassed Qin Yang's, so he sought to suppress Qin Yang with superior cultivation.

Qin Yang smiled; the other side was indeed naive.

In the two clashes he gained no advantage, yet now he actually believes his cultivation surpasses mine.

Having pushed his strength to the limit, Qin Yang's eyes turned slightly cold; he then struck out boldly.

"Slay Immortal."

This blade drew upon the power of heaven and earth; the entire Tiāndì dàshì merged with Qin Yang's attack, the blade light blazing, as if cleaving heaven and earth, and even Ning Qi felt the suppression of the mental realm.

This blade is called Slay Immortal, meaning a strike capable of slaying an immortal, and it is also an embodiment of Qin Yang's Dao.

Without hesitation, Ning Qi also raised his strength to the utmost peak, pouring all of his Immortal Spirit Qi into the two Immortal Swords.

Blade light and Immortal Sword collided, the entire arena was instantly covered by blade light and sword shadows.

There it was a blank expanse of white, with golden blade light surging within.

Gold and white intertwined, making the interior completely indiscernible.

Even a master of the Tribulation Crossing stage could not tell what was happening inside, who would win or lose.

Ziyan's heart clenched; she gazed anxiously at the arena, praying that Qin Yang come to no harm, otherwise she could not answer to those sisters.

At that moment, a figure flew out.

Everyone focused their gaze and realized the person who flew out was Ning Qi.

How is Qin Yang?

Everyone wondered in their hearts.

A figure stepped out of the arena, then placed a foot on Ning Qi's body.

Ning Qi glared angrily at Qin Yang.

He had lost.

But Ning Qi was extremely unwilling to accept defeat; if he had not yet fully refined the two Immortal Swords, how could he possibly have been defeated by Qin Yang?

The opponent was merely an ordinary cultivator, not even a Sǎnxiān.

First to arrive here. Ning Qi said coldly: "I refuse to accept this."

Qin Yang said nothing, waving his Changdao, and directly slashed down.

The Second Elder's face changed drastically; he shouted angrily: "Qin Yang, what are you doing? Stop!"

Qin Yang utterly ignored him, his Changdao descending without pause; in everyone's Hàirán gaze, the Changdao fell upon Ning Qi's body.

Ning Qi's body instantly shattered, a Yuanshen appeared, seeking to flee.

Qin Yang produced a Ten Thousand Souls Banner, directly drawing the Yuanshen into it.

Witnessing this, all Shu Mountain disciples were Hàirán.

Qin Yang actually dared to use the Ten Thousand Souls Banner on Shu Mountain, even drawing Ning Qi's Yuanshen into it—does he not fear provoking public outrage?

Even though many in Shu Mountain disliked Ning Qi, deeming him a traitor and believing he had no right to return to Shu Mountain,

but Qin Yang, to their faces, employed such a vicious magical artifact, and still drew Ning Qi's Yuanshen into it.

This made the Shu Mountain disciples feel unable to accept it.

"Heretical ways, you actually dare to use such a vicious weapon on my Shu Mountain, Qin Yang—what else do you have to say? Quickly hand over the Ten Thousand Souls Banner."

The Second Elder spoke.

His gaze was gloomy, coldly fixed on Qin Yang.

If anyone stared directly into his eyes, they would find deep within them a profound greed.

Second Elder Nie Yun secretly thought: "Now that Ning Qi is lost, the two Immortal Swords are also in Qin Yang's hands; if we could kill Qin Yang, seize his Ten Thousand Souls Banner and those two Immortal Swords, refining them himself would greatly increase his strength."

Thinking of this, Nie Yun said coldly: "I originally thought you were a disciple of Baiyun Guan, thus belonging to the orthodox path; I never expected you to be so evil—today I will remove this scourge of the sect for Daoist Baiyun, lest it implicate Baiyun Guan and get it expelled from the cultivation world."

Qin Yang gazed at Nie Yun, giving a faint smile.

"I am wicked, yet compared to you I am still far behind; I merely fought Ning Qi normally on the arena—he was weaker, I killed him, what wickedness or not? Or could it be that you lost and refuse to admit defeat?"

"Nonsense, your use of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner is not wicked? Apart from heretical ways, who could forge such a vicious artifact? How many people have you killed to refine the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, how much evil have you done—you know it in your heart."

"Do you have evidence that I killed people?"

Qin Yang asked with a smile.

"If not for having slaughtered multitudes, how could you have refined this Ten Thousand Souls Banner?"

Nie Yun questioned, staring at Qin Yang's eyes, and said in a cold voice: "For your own selfish desires, you harmed living beings to refine the Ten Thousand Souls Banner; you have already become a great evil, should you be killed?"

Then you just Shìshì, see if you can kill me.

Qin Yang's expression was contemptuous.

The other side wanted to Dòngshǒu, he was actually looking forward to it, a good opportunity to also exterminate Nie Yun.

Nie Yun gave a light laugh, then directly said: "All disciples of Shu Mountain, hear my order, and together with me behead this demon."

As Nie Yun's words fell, many people's gazes fell upon Qin Yang, filled with terrifying killing intent.

Those are all Nie Yun's die-hard loyalists; naturally they only follow Nie Yun's lead.

Stop, do not make a move.

Zi Changsheng shouted.

He swept his gaze over the crowd and said coldly: "I am still the sect leader of Shu Mountain; all disciples obey me."

Afterwards, his gaze fell on Nie Yun, and he said coldly: "Second Elder, don't act recklessly; I know how Qin Yang's Ten Thousand Souls Banner came about—it is not evil, but a great merit."

Hehe.

Nie Yun gave a cold laugh.

"That is your future son-in-law, and now he even helped you kill Ning Qi; you naturally speak for him—do you think your words have any credibility?"

"I can swear on my Dao heart."

Zi Changsheng spoke solemnly, and this moved everyone.