Chapter 467: Each Side Ceases

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On the other side, at the Realm Warfront.

While the Wuwa Sect’s elites prepared to sit back and watch the tiger and bear fight, Lu Qing was continuously clashing with Mo Zhu, the Dao Ancestor of the Wu Jian Gate.

It must be said that Mo Zhu had reached an extremely profound level in the Wood Dao; currently, he was only a Third-Rank Ancestor Immortal, his magic power significantly weaker—otherwise, his strength would have been far more terrifying.

Of course, to Lu Qing, the power Mo Zhu displayed was still insufficient.

He had not immediately eliminated him for two reasons: first, to temporarily conceal his strength and avoid being targeted jointly by both the Wu Jian Gate and the Wuwa Sect; second, to observe the combat techniques of a True God-level Ancestor in the Manghuang Chronicle world.

After all, the universe of the Tunshixingkong world and the Manghuang Chronicle world were vastly different.

In the Tunshixingkong world, Cosmic Lords were entirely composed of divine power, relying mostly on divine armor and boundless divine energy to withstand attacks.

In the Manghuang Chronicle world, Dao Ancestors were far weaker in physical form, so their defensive techniques were far more refined.

Especially since Mo Zhu was exceptionally skilled in defense, he offered Lu Qing even greater insight.

“The Dao Ancestor’s techniques are indeed mysterious—but it’s time to end this!”

Lu Qing’s mind stirred, and with a light flick of his purple-gold longsword, a nimble, ethereal green blade light shot swiftly toward the Wu Jian God-King, who had been hiding behind Mo Zhu.

This was the supreme secret technique Lu Qing had created by fusing Wind and Time principles: Xuantian Wind Slash.

Among all the secret techniques Lu Qing had forged, Xuantian Wind Slash was undoubtedly the most elusive and unpredictable.

In the Tunshixingkong world’s Cosmic Sea, even Fifth-Rank Cosmic Lords, caught off-guard, struggled to block this technique—let alone Mo Zhu, whose strength was far inferior to a Fifth-Rank Cosmic Lord.

Whoosh!

The green blade light’s trajectory was erratic; as it sped forward, not a single trace remained in the surrounding void—as if it had never existed.

Mo Zhu deployed numerous techniques to intercept it, but none succeeded.

Just as the green blade light was about to pierce the Wu Jian God-King, a small figure suddenly appeared beside him.

The small figure thrust out a palm, and suddenly, the entire heavens and earth seemed reduced to nothing but this one brilliant, crystalline palm.

Though less refined in technique, this palm strike was overwhelming, like a vast sky descending, slamming directly onto the green blade light.

Puch!

The green blade light and the crystalline palm collided, instantly piercing through the palm—but its own power was now nearly spent.

When it finally struck the Wu Jian God-King, who still couldn’t dodge in time, it merely slightly worsened his injuries.

“Mo Shou Dao Ancestor?”

Looking at the small figure ahead, Lu Qing immediately recognized her identity.

Mo Shou Dao Ancestor’s strength was among the top in the Three Realms, renowned far and wide—though in the original story, she ultimately perished in Ji Ning’s hands during the final battle.

“Who are you? Why are you opposing our Wu Jian Gate?” Mo Shou Dao Ancestor fixed her gaze tightly on Lu Qing.

The sword technique Lu Qing had just used fused Wind and Time principles with astonishing subtlety—something she had never seen before.

Moreover, Lu Qing’s methods differed significantly from those of the Three Realms, and his body was vastly stronger.

“You’ll know soon enough!”

Lu Qing’s voice was calm; he gripped his sword and charged forward again.

“Mo Zhu, we’ll hold him together—Feng Mo is coming!”

Mo Shou Dao Ancestor barked, then unleashed another palm technique to meet Lu Qing.

In her hands now appeared a pair of gloves as thin as cicada wings—her most powerful weapon, a Chaos Artifact.

Boom!

Mo Shou Dao Ancestor slammed her palm forward, and a colossal palm shadow surged with overwhelming power toward Lu Qing.

Meanwhile, Mo Zhu, having heard her whisper, quickly summoned countless bamboo shadows to intercept.

“Good!”

Lu Qing laughed aloud and charged forward with his purple-gold longsword.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Lu Qing quickly became locked in fierce combat with Mo Shou Dao Ancestor and Mo Zhu of the Wu Jian Gate.

At their realms, their combat speed was astonishing—within a single breath, they had exchanged dozens of strikes.

Though Mo Shou and Mo Zhu struggled desperately, their combined efforts managed to barely hold off Lu Qing.

And just then…

Whoosh!

As the surrounding space trembled slightly, a figure with green hair and a red robe appeared not far from the battle zone—it was Feng Mo, the supreme leader of the Wu Jian Gate, the Demon Lord of Wind.

“Is this Feng Mo?”

Lu Qing pressed back Mo Shou and Mo Zhu with a single sword thrust, then turned to face Feng Mo.

The aura radiating from him was vast beyond measure, far surpassing any other warrior present.

Feng Mo was the only openly acknowledged Ancestor God in the Three Realms; though a few others remained hidden, he was the sole one recognized.

Moreover, Feng Mo was one of the few warriors Lu Qing truly admired in this world.

He had fused Wind and Space with extraordinary finesse, granting him terrifying speed—even ordinary World Realm cultivators struggled to catch him.

During the Great Destruction War, the Nuwa Empress broke through to the World God realm mid-battle, swiftly slaying the Muhouheishou , the Lord of All Things, and even forcing the highest-ranking Heart Demon Lord of the Wu Jian Chaos Universe to merge with the Heavenly Dao to survive—but Feng Mo, relying solely on his speed, led a group of Wu Jian warriors to escape Nuwa’s pursuit—truly a genius unmatched.

“Feng Mo!”

“Feng Mo!”

“Master!”

Seeing Feng Mo appear, Mo Shou Dao Ancestor, Mo Zhu, and the Wu Jian God-King swiftly gathered around him.

“Mo Shou, are you all alright?” Feng Mo glanced at the three and whispered.

“We’re fine,” Mo Shou shook her head slightly.

Lu Qing’s strength was indeed immense, reaching the peak of Ancestor God level—but she and Mo Zhu possessed Leader-tier power; together, they could still withstand him for a long time.

“Hmm.”

Feng Mo nodded slightly, then immediately turned to Lu Qing and asked: “Who are you? Why do you oppose us?”

“Feng Mo!”

Lu Qing smiled at him and continued: “I’ve heard your speed surpasses even ordinary World Gods—is that true?”

Before he finished speaking, Lu Qing instantly transformed into a streak of light and shot toward Feng Mo.

“You seek death!”

Seeing Lu Qing attack without warning, Feng Mo was furious.

His body flickered, turning into a gust of wind, drifting casually to meet Lu Qing.

Simultaneously, a long shuttle appeared in his hand—a weapon of immense power.

“Incredible speed!”

Seeing Feng Mo’s move, Lu Qing was slightly startled.

After arriving in the Manghuang Chronicle world, due to differences in principles and laws, his own speed had been severely hindered—he could no longer teleport, and his burst speed was far inferior to his original world.